A Fighter's Choice by Sam Crescent Page B

instantly. Her moan had him responding. His cock thickened, ready
to take her.
    “Okay. I won’t say anything. I understand the fighting
is important to you.”
    Late one night after they’d fucked, he’d explained why
he needed to fight. She didn’t judge him, and he felt comfortable sharing more
of himself with her.
    “Good.”
    “Will you be there tonight after work?” she asked.
    “Baby, the fight won’t last that long. I’ll be waiting
for you to finish work.” He kissed her lips again. “Besides,” he grabbed the
butt plug from the counter, “I get to look forward to this.” He waved the plug
in front of her face.
    She slapped his chest. “You’re insatiable.”
    “Only when it
comes to you.”
    “Ah, that’s another thing, you better make sure those groupies know you’re taken. I won’t put up with some
whore pawing at you.”
    “You’re the only woman who’s going to get the chance
to touch me. I promise.” He dropped a kiss to her lips and laughed at her
snort. “I mean it, Amber. I don’t cheat.”
    She kept staring at him. “Does this mean we’re going
steady?” she asked.
    He frowned. “We’re dating. We’re a couple. Whatever
you want to call it, we’re it.”
    The smile blossomed on her face. His heart pounded
inside his chest. He’d never seen her this happy.
    “Okay, we’re dating. I can handle your fighting, but
make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
    She dropped a kiss on his lips and moved out of his
arms. Before she got the chance to get away from him, he grabbed her arm. “Are
you forgetting something?” he asked.
    “No.”
    He lifted the plug.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way I’m going
to be able to work with that thing up my ass.”
    “Baby, there’s no way you’re getting out of it. That
ass is mine, and you’re going to deal with it.” He tugged her over to the sofa.
Bending her over the arm of the sofa he reached around, unsnapping her shorts.
He worked them down her hips, admiring the bland panties. “What happened to
your sexy ones?” he asked.
    He’d seen her strutting her
stuff for the last week. There was nothing better than watching Amber walk
around his or her apartment wearing a thong. The small piece of material
nestled against her ass threatened to give him a heart attack with the blood
going to his cock.
    She groaned, shaking her ass. He tore open the new
butt plug and started to lubricate it with the gel.
    “You’ve been sent to this planet to test me.”
    “Nope, I’ve been sent to tease and torment you.”
    “That’s not any better.”
    Jasper placed the tip to her ass. “Are you ready?”
    “No.”
    He ignored her and slid the plug slowly into her ass. Once
the plug was inside her, he fitted the modest panties back in place then the
shorts. The tightness of the clothing would keep it in place. “There, you look
beautiful.”
    “Torment,” she said.
    “Tease.” He slapped her ass, and she jerked up.
    Jasper didn’t budge away from her, making her take a
seat on the arm of the sofa. She gasped, and her eyes widened. “Every time you
sit down tonight you’re going to remember me.” He stroked her tight nipple,
dropped a kiss to her lips, and stepped back. “It’s time to go.”
    “You’re an unbearable tease.”
    Together they made their way down to her car. He
climbed into the passenger side, hearing her alternate between gasping and
moaning.
    “I’m not going to be able to do this.”
    “You are.” He caressed her thigh.
    She shot him a glare.
    Seconds later they were parked outside of her work. He
kissed her, promising to see her soon. “Please, don’t do anything stupid.”
    He nodded and watched her until she was safely inside
work. Breathing out a sigh, he made his way toward the new set up Steve had
told him about. After the cops invaded the last abandoned warehouse there
needed to be a new place to set the fights.
    Entering through the cut wired gate, Jasper followed
the sounds