The biggest fight of his life isn’t . . . In the Ring.
I blocked a vicious jab to my face. “You’re being a dick.”
He spun away before my fist connected with his stomach. “Back atcha.”
If he wanted me, he sure had a funny way of showing it. Killing someone via sheer bodily torture didn’t usually lead to love scenes or make-out sessions. Anya was way the fuck off the mark there.
“What’s your beef, bro?” I gasped after a particularly stinging punch.
“I think you should be more discreet.” He whipped his head out of the way just as my left hook whistled past.
“With Anya. And the other women. Or all the women, if you really like Anya.”
He jogged in front of me on his feet. Left, right, left, right. “Nope.”
“This is about Anya?”
“Bull and shit.” I kicked his legs out from under him and followed him down to the mat.
I didn’t cock my fist to beat his face, but only because it was too pretty to injure.
I restrained his massive thighs with my knees. “You’re beginning to sound like Dev.”
“Call! That move is not allowed,” the ringside ref shouted.
“’S’okay. We’re not playing by the rules here, are we, Michael?”
“Nope.” His hips bucked up, and his crotch hit my growing hardness.
I aligned my torso with his. Lowering myself another inch over him, I imagined Mikey bare and begging beneath me, our cocks thrusting together.
“Dev’s a slick Mick.” His chest pumped up and he tried to push me off him.
“He’s not even a true Mick and PS. that’s an insult to my Irish upbringing, preppy motherfucker.” I pushed down on his shoulders.
“Get up, you big bastard.” With no warning at all Michael spanked my ass hard.
A resounding smack rang through the air.
His eyes widened.
Mine almost rolled back in my head.
That was so hot. I’d never imagined him slapping my ass before.
I pumped against him once then reared back in horror.
Finally the pinched-sphincter expression he’d worn all day relaxed. He licked his lips in a slow motion move I wanted to repeat with my tongue on his mouth.
“Come on, man. Let’s hit the showers.” He bucked against me one more time, and I swear to fuck there was an extra, slow-grinding motion to his hips.
“What?” I croaked.
“You stink, you fucker. Get off me so we can get showered up.”
Oh yay. Because both of us getting naked with water and suds is a great idea. You’ll drop the bar of soap between my legs and stoop down to scoop it up . . .
Liam is a street fighter trying to make his way into the world of professional boxing. He is tough and sometimes harsh and hiding a huge secret, he is also gay. His manager fears him coming out will end his career before it really has a chance to start so instead they present him as a lady’s man. The only problem with this is how is he supposed to hide the raw sexual tension he is feeling towards his trainer Michael without anyone finding out.
Michael is Liam’s trainer and an out a proud gay man. He is one of the best at what he does and doesn’t let anyone’s thoughts about his sexual orientation bother him. He has a definite attraction towards Liam but knows nothing will come from it. So, he works Liam to the extreme to turn him into the champion boxer he dreams of being.
When grappling matches and sweaty and hot wrestling start to turn into more than just training these two find themselves wondering what to do next? Michael has no clue how to handle the strange sexual tension he is feeling from Liam and can’t help to wonder if the man might be hiding his true self.
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