A Fighter's Choice by Sam Crescent Page A

work,
but there was really nothing he could do. She kept throwing his fighting back at
him, and he wasn’t going to give up the fighting, not even for Amber. He had to
do it. She wouldn’t understand the need inside him. Steven, however, was trying
to get him to compete in the big leagues, and Jasper did not want to go that
far.
    Dipping his spoon back into his cereal, he smiled as
he looked at the butt plug he’d bought for her. Over the last couple of weeks
he’d been preparing her ass, buying the different sizes of plugs to use on her.
After this one, she’d be able to take his cock without any problems or fear of him.
    They’d been dividing their time between their
apartments. He was going to suggest she move in with him permanently, but
whenever he went to ask, he found himself keeping his thoughts to himself. When
they weren’t working, they were together. She’d taken him to the park the other
day just to have a walk. Amber couldn’t believe that she was the first woman he
went walking with. He’d never had a girlfriend, and their relationship had
changed in the last two weeks. This was no longer fucking to relieve an ache.
He cared about her, worried about her constantly. He stayed away from her work
as she asked him to. One of Harold’s demands was that all boyfriends stay out
of the way. Seeing as he was prone to fighting whenever the mood hit him, he
didn’t have a problem keeping to himself. If he saw any man trying to hit on
his woman then he’d have a fucking problem. He didn’t share.
    The possessive feelings when it came to Amber unnerved
him. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, not at all.
    “You’re eating cereal again?” she asked.
    “It’s healthy.”
    “No, eating normal food is healthy. Cereal,
not so much.” She scrunched her nose at the bowl. Her gaze landed on the
butt plug on the counter. “Seriously?”
    “Don’t worry, baby. This is the last one.”
    “Yeah but after that you’re going to be wanting to put your cock inside me.” The smile on her face
gave it away.
    “You’ll love it.” He took another spoonful while
staring at her uniform. The shorts were way too short for his liking, and the
shirt revealed too much tit. Biting his tongue, he didn’t say a word.
    “What are you doing tonight?” she asked, looping some
earrings through her ears.
    He hadn’t fought in over two weeks to repair the
damage from the previous fights. The men he’d beaten outside of the apartment
building hadn’t returned either. After Amber fell asleep, he’d donned some
sweats and gone and checked. There was a reason he didn’t fight near his
apartment building, but he wasn’t going to stop checking in case they returned.
Some men knew when to back away, but others did not.
    “I’ve got a fight.”
    Steve had been texting him for the past two weeks to
fight. Business was slumping, but Jasper doubted it was because of him. Fights
went in and out of fashion all the time.
    She finished putting the last earring in. Amber stared
at him, and he saw the worry in her eyes.
    “Don’t,” he said.
    “How can I not be, Jasper? You’ve only just recovered
from what happened last time.”
    He put his empty bowl on the counter beside him.
Reaching out, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She
placed her hands on his chest.
    He inhaled her scent, loving the way she soothed him
with her presence. Two weeks without a fight would usually have him on edge.
Being around Amber calmed that part of him. He wanted to be everything she
needed in a man.
    “I’m going to be fine.”
    “It’s dangerous.” She glanced at his eyes then looked
toward his chest.
    “I know, but we’ve talked about this. I’m not going to
stop you from working at that place, and you’re not going to complain. Don’t
get me wrong, baby. I don’t want you anywhere near the horny assholes, but I’m
not going to stop you from living your life.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.
She responded