The Final KO Page 9

  “I don’t kid when it comes to you. I want to hear you scream our first time so this is not the setting for that.” He ran his nose along my neck and I arched into him.

  “We have things to talk about,” I reminded him.

  “Yes we do, but not right now. Later, once it’s dark, we will. For now let’s enjoy the sun and the island together.” He turned me around slowly and leaned in. Despite me trying to hold off until I found out every detail, I gave in, simply because I wanted to. My lips hadn’t touched his in a few days and they missed him; it would be a shame to deny them. They might get mad and get a cold sore or something out of spite.

  Our lips melded together and his tongue invited mine over for a dance. It went willingly. His growl and my mewl mixed together like an erotic mix tape. He pulled back and placed his wet head against my sweaty one, and I didn’t care.

  “You all done here?” He took a step back and gestured to my tent. I nodded.

  “Good, let’s go play with the others.” He winked and reached down to adjust himself before turning and walking toward the main beach area. I laughed at him having a hard on but followed.

  I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time. Arson and I spent most of the day together. We fished, and I will brag and say I totally caught the biggest fish, a grouper we would be having for dinner. Arson got up on a wakeboard behind Tyler’s boat. I watched as he jumped over the waves and did flips. He was a natural on the water; me, not so much. I couldn’t even get up on a kneeboard. On land I was like a lioness; in water I was like one of those swimming pigs in the Caribbean. They could swim, but that was it. I was not watersports coordinated.

  I swam and rested on the beach with extra sunscreen because I would turn into a lobster if I didn’t watch myself. There was no talk about training or diets. We pigged out on chips and other bad for you snacks, but not overdoing it because our stomachs probably wouldn’t handle that too well.

  Coach fired up the gas grill and started cooking hot dogs, hamburgers, and my fish wrapped up in foil. His wife mothered everyone and made sure everything was organized, the perfect host in all ways, even on the island.

  After a delicious dinner, a few of the men went out nighttime fishing, hoping to catch sharks. Their women huddled together and gabbed about things I didn’t care about. I hung out talking with Arson, Coach, his wife, Hans, and his date for a little while, but I was starting to get antsy and I wanted to get my talk with Arson over with. I looked at him and nodded toward my tent. I yawned and stood up.

  “All right guys I’m gonna hit the hay. Night!” I waved and headed toward my tent. I opened it up and sat down. I turned on my little lamp and waited for the man of the hour; he didn’t make me wait long. He slipped his tall body into my tent and sat down in front of me.

  “Ok Kade, spill. Start from the beginning.” I was dying to finally hear what he had to say. I was ready. Mentally I chanted, As long as he isn’t a stalker murderer, it’s okay to have sex with him.

  “I watched you fight with Tasha. I had heard about you and wanted to watch, see what you could do.” His eyes held mine, watching for any reactions. I had none so far; this was not breaking news. I probably would have watched his fight if I hadn’t been injured. I kept quiet.

  “I watched as you fought with everything in you. I admired your spirit. Not many fighters fight with that level of passion. Then when Tasha struck your leg, I knew it was over. She hurt you on purpose, but I watched as the passion in your eyes remained, even hurt. You were already planning out in your head how you were going to get back in the cage. Are you sure you want me to continue? I’m still not sure you’re ready to hear this,” he asked with sincerity. He really wanted me to be ready, and I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say. I wanted to hear him say it.

  “Yes. Continue,” I replied earnestly.

  “I’d never seen that much passion in anyone. I knew right then that I would do anything to have that passion directed at me. I watched over the year as you persevered and fought to get back to what you love. For a year, I’ve been trying to become that man you deserve. No more women, nothing. Just you.” My mind was running over what he said. I was right, I knew in my soul I was: Arson Kade was in love with me. He may not have said it out loud, but I just knew it. I sat there, not knowing what to say.

  “I like you, a lot. Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I wondered.

  “Would you have given me the chance if I’d just come out when we met and said I’ve been in love with you for over a year, but never met you?” And there it was. Arson loved me, had been in love with my spirit and passion before the physical. It was wildly romantic, and I knew I didn’t love him right then, but I could see how effortlessly I could fall. I thought about what he said; even though he’d come off as intense in the beginning, I did have my doubts about him and I did not fully believe him. If he had told me all of this in the beginning, I would have called him crazy. Now though, we had talked and I understood more about him. I was learning about the man behind the cage. If I had known all of this right away, he was right, I probably wouldn’t have given him a chance.

  “You’re right,” I admitted.

  “And now? How are you feeling?” That was the question rolling through my head. To be honest, I didn’t have an answer. I wished I could have said it back and told him I loved him, but I just wasn’t there. I figured I should tell him that.

  “I don’t love you—”

  “Yet,” he interrupted. I bit back my smile and finished my sentence.

  “But I wanna try, and see where this goes.” There. I was openly stating that I wanted to give it a go with Arson Kade, a man who was in love with me.

  “Have you been in love before?” I wanted to know. He shook his head no, and I felt relief.

  “I thought so, but no, never like this.” Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I crawled over to him and pressed my lips to his, sealing our fates. I was now his, and he was mine.

  His hands gripped me and lifted me so I was sitting on top of him. My hands went to his neck and hair, gripping him, pulling him closer. His fingers splayed across my ass, pressing me against his hard cock. I moaned, wanting more. He’d promised me a good fuck, and damn it if I didn’t crave just that.

  “Take me Arson,” I begged. I moved my hips over him, trying to get my point across. He groaned and shifted so I fell down on my back and he was over me, his hips moving between my legs.

  “Yes.” I groaned, running my hands up his spine. He ground his cock against me, and I started trying to take off the shirt he had put on. I wanted him naked doing this. He pulled back and I felt déjà vu. We’d been in this situation before.

  “Fuck I want to. God I want you screaming out my name when you come. Not here Princess.” He was shaking his head. I could appreciate him trying to be the better man, but I had been waiting since the moment I’d met him to get him into bed. I didn’t know what to say because truthfully I also didn’t want the other people to hear me crying out his name; tents didn’t really hide the noise .My head fell back against the pillow.

  “You’re right. We would be too loud. But Arson I swear as soon as we are off this island I’m jumping you,” I vowed, and I really meant it. I deserved that cock.

  “Sounds good to me,” he agreed. He leaned down and kissed me—quickly. Smart move.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow Princess.” With one last look he unzipped the tent, then left. I looked up at the top of my tent, frustrated. I had him, dammit. Knowing nothing would be happening that night, I crawled out of my tent and took off the cover so I could see stars. The sides of my tent gave me enough privacy; I didn’t think anyone would be up in the trees staring down at me. Once inside I changed out of my bathing suit and into a big shirt and panties. It wasn’t super hot out but I wouldn’t be snuggling up with a sleeping bag either.

  I laid back, turned off my light, and looked up at the stars. It was peaceful, and even though I was still hyped up from my encounter with Arson, I s
tarted to take some deep breaths, relaxing. I heard some rustling around my tent and got nervous. I didn’t think there were any animals on the island.

  I sat up and tried to see any shadows around my tent. Suddenly the zipper was being pulled open and Arson’s face came into view. He was mostly in the shadows. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he cursed and lunged for me.

  “Fuck it. Don’t make any noise Princess.” His mouth attacked mine and I gave in. My body was still burning hot for him, so when his hand slid down my panties and found me soaked, I wasn’t surprised. He moved his fingers along my sex, teasing me.

  “Arson,” I whispered into his mouth. He sat up and whipped off my shirt. I made quick work of his and then I was pushed back down as his mouth went straight for my nipple, consuming me with his tongue and teeth. He moved to the other, making sure it wasn’t left out. I arched my back into his mouth, needing him to keep making me feel good. I heard him rustling with his shorts and then he pulled them off.

  Slowly he kissed his way up my leg until he hit my sex. He ran his nose up my slit and bit me through my panties. I wanted to cry out, but couldn’t. My hands gripped the shit out of the mattress.

  With his teeth, he pulled my panties down my legs skillfully, and ever so slowly. I wiggled impatiently as he kissed and licked his way back up me, skipping over where I wanted his mouth to be. I gripped behind his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I wanted to be connected to his lips when he pushed into me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Orgasms and sore vagina here I come

  I felt him at my entrance.

  “I’m on the pill, I’m clean,” I told him. I knew we both had to be; you got tested regularly in the MMA. He growled and rubbed himself against me. The friction was amazing, and my breathing grew rough, eagerly waiting.

  We kissed and slowly, in one thrust, he pushed himself inside me. I felt a sting from the invasion but I knew that would go away. It had been a while and I had never had anyone as big as him. Together we groaned into each other’s mouths, helping contain the noise. He pulled back and moved with a fierceness that drove me insane with pleasure. He fucked like he fought: with everything he had. I cried into his mouth.

  “Quiet Princess. Fuck you feel so good.” He pulled his head back and whispered against my ear. I kissed his shoulder as he nailed me into the mattress with hard thrusts. I felt myself getting closer and closer.

  “Come for me Princess.” He groaned and I latched onto his shoulder, biting down and trying not to scream my head off as my earth-shattering orgasm hit me like a freight train. I let go of his shoulder and threw my head back.

  “Arson.” I cried out softly. His hand reached down and grabbed the back of my thigh, lifting it to give himself deep access to me. My fingers gripped his back and dug in. He groaned and pushed himself inside me more passionately. He moved back onto his knees, pulling me with him so he stayed inside me as he threw my legs over his shoulders. His hands gripped my hips and he slammed into me over and over while pulling my hips back to meet him. I couldn’t do anything but feel the intense ecstasy he was creating. I looked up into his eyes and I saw the love, adoration, and raw heat. He was watching me, and then looked down to see our union.

  “So hot.” He huffed and leaned forward, and suddenly my pleasure spiked. He hit the right spot and then I came apart. There was no building up to this one, it just hit me and boom, explosions all around. I bit my lips and whimpered as the feelings overtook me. He released my legs and fell between them again, hammering me frantically until finally his release hit him. His mouth latched to mine and we groaned as one.

  I had no words. None. I lay there with his weigh settling on top of me and all I could do was bask in the leftover feelings of euphoria.

  Arson lifted up onto his forearms and our eyes met.

  “I knew you’d be perfect.” He kissed me softly then pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper, and gently cleaned me up. I didn’t have to move a muscle. This was awesome.

  “I knew you’d be good too,” I half-heartedly joked. He wasn’t just good, he was A-FUCKING-MAZING, just like I’d known he would be. He just screamed it.

  “Just good?” he asked. I felt like a cornered prey, but being the fighter I was, I wouldn’t just lie down and surrender. I would attack first.

  “I think I need a couple more rounds to really make a decision.” I looked over his shadow covered body and my eyes flew to his cock. It was hardening again. Noo.

  “That can be arranged.” Well damn, I guessed I would have to just take one for the team and have sex with Arson all night. Orgasms galore and sore vagina here I come. We pounced on each other at the same time and when he finally slid into me, we battled for who could make who come harder all night.

  He won, but I made him see stars many times as well. I couldn’t help it that he was a fierce fighter and had great stamina—my mom really had called that one. God only knew what time we finally collapsed together on the mattress and fell asleep, wrapped around each other like vines. We’d found a resolution that night, and I was happy about it all. I didn’t know what all would happen between us, but I knew I wouldn’t hold anything back. If I ended up falling in love with him, then that was it. He would be my one and only.

  I heard birds chirping and waves crashing. Slowly I peeled back my eyelids and saw something so gorgeous it honestly took my breath away. Arson and I were still cuddled up together, and my head was tilted up on his shoulder, looking at him. He was still asleep and I took the moment to just look at him without his piercing eyes seeing into my soul. His dark hair was a mess, thanks to my fingers gripping and running through it all night. I took in every single feature, memorizing it: the line of his nose, his sharp jaw, his perfect pink lips, even his long eye lashes. What I looked at the most though were the little scars on his face. You couldn’t see them from a distance, but as close up as I was, I could make them out. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but decided against it. I wondered how he’d gotten them—fighting probably, but was it all in the UFC? Before? He looked so soft and innocent lying there asleep. I wanted to know more about him, his life. He’d said he was feeling burnt out over fighting and wanted to open up a kids dojo; did he have plans for that already?

  “You’re staring at me Princess,” he murmured, keeping his eyes closed.

  “Busted,” I admitted. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked straight into mine.

  “Not a dream right?” he asked and my heart fell; he felt like it was too good to be true.

  “Definitely not a dream.” I stretched my body until our lips met. This kiss was light and fluffy, holding no promise of a romp in the sheets. As much as I wanted some more from him, my vag needed a break. It wasn’t used to so much attention from such a big cock.

  “Tell me something about you.” I decided that every morning we woke up together I would ask him that. I’d done it the first morning and again now. He seemed to ponder over what to say.

  “I’m an orphan.” For some reason that didn’t compute. Arson had no family?

  “I’m not really sure what all happened. I remember having a mom when I was really young, but something happened and I ended up on the street. I went through a couple foster homes but none stuck. I got in fights a lot and then once I became a teenager, I started fighting for money to buy food and clothing. I had taken a free class when I was ten and it became natural after that.” The arms that were wrapped around him squeezed tighter. I may not have had the best childhood—Dad had passed away when I was little, and Mom was great, but her lack of filter had caused me some grief and embarrassment later on—but all in all, I had a nice life.

  “I’m sorry.” I kissed his chest. I hated to think of him having such a hard life.

  “Don’t be, it’s shaped me into who I am. I was taken in by a widowed woman at sixteen. She raised me the rest of the way and I found peace for a while.” I nodded, at least relieved he had found a home for a bit. Maybe I would be able to meet the woman who�
�d taken him in; she had to be a sweet person to do so.

  “I’ve lived and learned a lot. That’s one reason why I knew something was different about you. You were not of my world, but I still had to have you.” He did have me.

  “I’m yours.” His eyes grew dark and I saw how much my words affected him. I liked it. “Okay we need to get out of this tent before we get at it again.” I sat up and put on a tank top with a built in bra and some panties. Arson sat up and I couldn’t help but look at his body. He was so hot it wasn’t even fair.

  He slowly put on the shorts he’d worn into the tent, and when he saw that I was ready, he unzipped the door and got out, holding his hand out to help me exit. As soon as I was on my feet my eyes collided with ones much older than Arson’s. Shit. Coach was standing there in front of us, holding a bag of food.

  “Coulda saw that one coming. Don’t let it interfere with your training, okay kid?” he asked me and I nodded, mostly on reflex. He looked at Arson and gave him a nod, then walked off.

  “That was anticlimactic,” I murmured—not that I wanted him to make a scene, but I hadn’t thought he would be so easygoing about it. Nevertheless, I was thankful there wasn’t a mess. Another thought was we could be open about us and that was nice. I had no doubt Arson and I could be professional when we needed to be.

  “Ok, go get dressed. I gotta pee and I can’t do it with you watching.” I shooed him away from my tent area. He chuckled, but went on his way.

  I did my business and went to the water to wash my hands off. There were a few people sitting around a little fire eating an assortment of breakfast foods.

  “Hey there’s my girl! Wanna head out on the jet ski with me? We can finally get some alone time together.” Alex walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I simply rolled my eyes.

  “Not a chance.” He smiled at my response. I looked around for Arson and didn’t see him, but then I heard his growl and it wasn’t a pleasurable one, but an angry one.