Get Off on the Pain (15 page)

“Yo, Alex. You’re up.”

The redhead I saw fighting the other night pats Alex on the back and then bumps fists with him. Alex swings out a few times, hitting the air as he takes a slow, deep breath. “This will be quick, bro. No sweat.”

Before I can say anything he’s in the square, smirking at his opponent. The kid has balls for not being afraid of the beast in front of him. He looks like he can easily knock Alex out with one punch.

My attention gets pulled away from Alex when I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me to turn around. I’m not surprised to see that it’s Rachel, standing there in little shorts and a white tank top with her damn nipples showing straight through.

“You’re back,” Rachel says with a flirtatious wink. She scans her eyes over my chest while biting her lip and reaching out in an attempt to rub my abs. “Good.” Her eyes land on Alex and widen, before turning back to me. “Delicious . . . you brothers just get sexier each time I see y’all.”

Grabbing her hand, I push it away and turn my attention back to the square. It’s going to take a lot more than some easy chick like Rachel to capture my attention; especially right now. “Go away, Rachel, before you make a fool out of yourself.”

Alex and Layne are circling each other in the ring, sizing each other up, both of them ready to attack as soon as the announcer calls the fight.

I hear Rachel laugh beside me, only this time it’s rubbing me the wrong way. “You do realize that your brother is most likely about to get his face beaten in, right?” She looks toward Layne and winks as he glances over. “Being sexy isn’t going to help him fight any better.”

I miss everything the announcer previously said, until the word
fight
leaves his mouth. Nothing else around me matters at the moment except for what’s going on inside that square. Rachel doesn’t even exist right now.

Alex is better than I thought and shows his skills right from the beginning. He gets a quick right hook to Layne’s ribcage, which causes him to stumble to the side, but he finds his footing, shaking it off. Alex seems to take pride in his quick reflexes, making up for the size difference. He looks proud and comfortable in the ring.

Layne comes at Alex swinging a left hook, but surprisingly Alex sees it coming and dodges it before connecting his elbow with Layne’s chin.

Alex is quick on his feet. That’s something we used to work on back when I was still around. I’m happy to see he’s focused on that.

It doesn’t take long until Alex has Layne winded as he attempts to dodge Alex’s quick blows. They seem to be never ending and coming too fast for Layne to do much, but try to block them now, while landing a few punches of his own.

About seven minutes into the fight and Alex is still standing strong. I can’t deny the pride I feel for him. Watching him—in the ring—it reminds me that he’s not a kid anymore.

“Well who knows,” Rachel whispers, distracting me for a brief moment. “Maybe I’ll be going home with Alex tonight after all.”

I turn to the side, about to tell Rachel to fuck off, when I hear a sound I will recognize no matter how long I’ve been away. Right as my eyes leave Alex I hear a blow that sounds like fucking bones crushing. Someone’s down and I don’t even need to look to confirm it. That sound is all too familiar.

My heart stops for a second before I look in front of me to see Alex is still on his feet. He’s standing above Layne, his muscles tensed as he looks down at him. Without hesitation, he reaches down and helps Layne up to his feet before throwing his arms up in victory as the crowd goes wild and starts chanting his name.

Relief floods through me, and a small bit of pride has me smiling to myself. I may not have been around for the last six years, but he’s taken a lot that I have taught him to heart and reminds me more of myself than I thought.

Alex runs over to the bookie, ready for his payout. He’s over there for a good five minutes before he grabs his cash and comes over to stand in front of me.

“Told you it’d be fast.” He flashes a grin. “Waiting on you, bro.”

“You motherfucker,” I say with a smile. I pat him on the back proudly. “Good job you little shit. I guess you’re a Carter after all.”

Just as we start walking away Rachel steps in front of Alex and opens her mouth to speak, but Alex cuts her off.

“Fuck off, Rachel. Get some damn self-respect and stop spreading your legs for the winner each and every night. It’s a turn off.” He turns to me. “Let’s go. I’m fucking starving.”

Rachel’s mouth drops open for a split second before she stomps off and makes her way toward Layne who is sitting off to the side with an icepack over his right eye.

“What?” Alex shrugs his shoulders as I smirk at him. “I’ve been dealing with her ass for far too long. That chick may be fine as hell, but she’s already given it up to every guy around you at least once. Look around. You can’t even count that shit on ten hands.”

“Yeah, that’s bad.” I grip Alex’s shoulder. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Once we get back to the house Alex quickly grabs his bag of burgers, fries, and onion rings, jumping out of the truck. “I’m going to eat and then crash. We’ll talk in the morning, yeah?”

I nod my head as he walks away. I’m not ready to go back in there yet. Having him here, but knowing that my parents aren’t makes my chest hurt. It’s a huge fucking reality check.

I stand outside, looking at Lyric’s house, and thinking back to earlier. It’s already past two a.m. Every light in the house is off and I don’t see her roommate’s car out front.

The first thought that runs through my head is the feel of her warm little pussy and the way it tasted earlier. As much as I know I should stay away, I don’t want to. I want more.

My feet begin to move by themselves. Walking over to her door I reach into my pocket and pull out my set of keys. I have a feeling that the lock is still the same. Right now I don’t care about anything but touching her again. Fuck everything else. Everything else, I want to forget about.

I WAS WORKING ON MY computer, looking over the photo shoot I did of Memphis, when I heard two car doors slam shut from next door. I felt my heart sink for a split second before it sped up at the thought of him being right outside. As furious as I am at him at the moment, I can’t help but to want him at the same time. It’s driving me insane.

I was tempted to look out my window, but fought it as hard as I could. I refuse to be weak and go to him first. As much as I want him, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s an ass; a very sexy, confusing ass, that makes me want to choke him and fuck him at the same time. If he wants me, then he will come to me. I need to remember that.

“Ugh!” Shutting down my computer, I strip down to nothing but my panties and crawl into bed. Bailey is gone for the night, so I’m left alone to think about Memphis and what happened earlier. It hasn’t left my mind. That’s why I’ve been working my ass off and avoiding sleep. I knew as soon as my head hit that pillow, that’s all I’d be able to think about, and I was right.

I almost hate myself for the first thought that runs through my head: Memphis inside of me, taking me rough and deep. I can’t deny that I wanted it to go that far. I ached for it . . . and from the way he looked I could have sworn that he wanted the same. It was as if he was about to ravage me then and there. I know it would’ve been just that. There’s nothing gentle about Memphis. That somehow makes me crave him more.

Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers down the front of my panties uncontrollably, to see that my thoughts have me wet. Just one thought of Memphis and I can’t control my body. It knows what I want¸ even as much as I try to fight it. I need this release right now. It’s been a while.

I slide one finger in, moaning as I remember the feel of his thick finger filling me. The way it moved was as if he knew my body and what it wanted, sliding it slow and deep, hitting just the right spot. The look of concentration he took on, his handsome face transforming and focusing on me as if my sexual need was all he cared about . . . and the smell of his skin
. Oh fuck!

Picking up speed, I moan out as I picture his hardened muscles above me, flexing as he rips my shirt open. I’ve never been so hot in my life.

I can feel myself getting close . . .
so close.

Raising my hips to meet my hand, I bite my bottom lip and moan as I imagine it were him.

“Fuck me, you’re so sexy.”

I jump up and scream when I hear the sound of Memphis’ deep voice inside my room.

“Holy shit!” I remove my hand from my panties and yank the blanket over me, embarrassed that I was caught masturbating by the sexiest guy alive. “What are you doing in my room? Better yet, what are you doing in my house?” I watch him as he moves closer, his eyes sending a shiver up my spine. They’re so intense that I feel a clenching between my thighs, almost coming undone with one look alone. I don’t need this kind of ache while he’s standing there looking at me. “How the fuck did you get in here, Memphis? The door was locked.”

Smirking, he reaches next to my computer for my camera and picks it up. “I used to live here, Lyric. The locks are the same. You’re in my old bed.”

I feel myself blush as Memphis walks toward me and slowly pulls the blanket down my body, before removing the lens cap on my camera. “Fuck. The things I’m going to do to you.”

Holy shit . . .

REACHING OUT, I RUB MY hand up her inner thigh, waiting for the camera to come on, causing her legs to slightly part and her eyes to meet mine. I can see her chest quickly rise and fall as she checks out my body. A woman is beautiful when aroused . . . and I’m about to show her.

“Spread your legs for me, Lyric.”

She arches her back and opens her legs wider, keeping her eyes on me.

“Yeah, just like that.” I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and bite it. “You took pictures of me, and now . . . it’s my turn. When I have the camera . . . I’m in charge.”

Slipping out of my leather jacket I throw it across the room, grip Lyric by the thighs, and pull her to the edge of the bed. Her hooded eyes lock with mine and I feel my cock twitch. She likes the idea of me in charge, at least in the bedroom. I snap a few shots to make her comfortable, capturing her in this state.