Love Tap (28 page)

She feels so good wrapped around me, my body takes over and I drive into her harder and harder. Her tits bounce, the bed slamming against the wall as I fuck her. Each thrust slow, but powerful. A beautiful blush spreads over her body as she starts to tense beneath me, her body warning me she’s close. My cock pulses and my body stiffens as I hit the brink of release.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her onto me harder, and my cock hits her just right causing her to gasp, her eyes rolling into her head.

I come with her. Clenching my eyes shut, my fingers digging into her, I pound until my toes curl and a primitive growl vibrates through every limb of my body.

Coming down from our high, my hips slow but my heart continues to race.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, realizing I’m probably crushing her I roll over, bringing her with me she lays on top of me.

Using my feet, I kick the blankets down and up over the both of us.

Her perfect tits press into my chest and I can feel the thud of her heart. I finger her hair lazily, pressing her head into me a little more.

“Stay right here, all night,” I demand rather than ask. Making sure she knows she’s not going anywhere.

“I’m not going anywhere, Camden,” her voice half asleep.

In the middle of the night I wake startled not sure where I am. Images of Bret’s lifeless body waver in my blurred vision, sweat soaking the sheets.

Quickly I sit up, my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy. I feel cold and alone.

“Tate?”

Using my arm I feel along the bed for Tate, but come up empty. My heart skips a beat, my body warming in a state of panic that she left. Sitting up on my knees I pull the blankets off the bed and find her hanging halfway off the other side of the bed naked.

She must have moved after I fell asleep. Relieved she didn’t leave me again, I slide both hands through my hair trying to relax my beating heart. Glancing at her I can’t help but notice how peaceful she looks asleep.

Anger strikes against my chest after the panic settles. I didn’t want her to move away from me. Did she think I was joking?

Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.

She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes finding mine.

“Camden, what the fuck?”

“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”

Bending down I grab her by the hips and throw her naked body over my shoulder.

“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”

“I have, and it’s because I fell for the little girl next door when I was a fucking kid,” I bark.

Yanking the curtains to the floor to ceiling window open I set her down, her back facing me.

“Put your hands on the window,” I instruct harshly.

She obeys surprisingly, and looks over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking you.”

Spreading her ass cheeks I push the head of my dick into her quickly, needing to feel her now. She takes in a sharp breath, her fingers tensing against the glass as I shove into her with so much force her head bangs against the window.

My chest rising and falling rapidly, I caress the shell of her ear with my lips.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Her forehead pressed against the window she turns it, looking me in the eye.

“What?”

“That I’m possessive, controlling, crazy.” I thrust into her hard and her mouth parts with pleasure. “You made me this way, you made me the crazy man that wants to love you.”

Pressing my back onto hers, I interlock our fingers on the window, my face in the crook of her neck.

“Let me love you, let me be the crazy motherfucker that loves you.”

She nods, her breath fogging the glass as I continue to thrust into her.

“I thought you left me again,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, as I pound into her wet pussy relentlessly. She moans in response, her head falling back.

“No, I’m right here,” she groans in reply.

Untangling my hand from hers I wrap her long blond locks around my fists, and drive into her hard. She arches into me wanting more.

Her cries, moans, and audible breaths, I take them all, and with envy.

“My naughty little Tate, the girl next door that likes her hair pulled and ass spanked as I pound into her without mercy.”

“Yes!” she moans, meeting my thrusts.

Every erotic sound spilling from her gorgeous body is mine.

Tatum Davis is mine.

Pressure builds in my cock, and my chest constricts with the urge to cum.

Letting go of one of her hands I slap the side of her ass and she whimpers. My hand burns from the contact.

“That’s for not listening to me. That is for making me fucking crazy. That is for making me love you all over again!” I spank her hard, and her pussy tightens around mine. The sensation firing in my dick and shooting down my body until I’m weak in the knees.

Panting I slowly pull my dick from her wetness, and she shivers from the void. Picking her up bride style I bring her back to the bed, placing her back on my chest. Where she belongs.

I toss the blankets over us, and tangle one hand in her hair while the other soothes the soreness of her butt cheek away.

“I love you Tatum Davis,” I whisper into her hair.

Chapter Twenty-Two

One week later

Tate

“Keep your chin up!” Camden taps my chin with his glove, and I push my head up. My eyes setting on his.

When we got back from our date night I went and checked on my dad and then went to Camden’s. As soon as I walked in he fucked me against the door. The hostility and resentment finally gone, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since.

He slaps me in the side of the head, grabbing my attention.

“Focus!” he scolds, his face hard. “The fight is in two days,” he reminds me. I nod, narrowing my eyes on his hands as I spar with him.

“You’re not wearing out as quickly, that’s good,” Camden praises. “I’d like to take praise for that, keeping you in my bed probably helped with that,” he states smug.

I roll my eyes.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Tate, this is Reba, she is going to do your wardrobe,” Debs states from outside the ring.

I lower my hands, and spit out my mouth guard as I look her way.

A tall skinny blonde woman stands next to her. She has on a long sleek dress, and has high pink cheek bones. She looks like she just crawled out of a store front based out of New York.

“I’m sorry, my what?” I can’t help the high skepticism in my voice.

“Your wardrobe my dear. The weigh in is tomorrow, not to mention the interviews. You’ll want to look your best,” Reba adds, her accent telling me is definitely not from here.

“I’m going to fight, not walk the damn runaway.” I put my fists back up, urging Camden to come at me.

“Actually, Kiki refused the interview,” Debs informs.

“Why?” Camden’s face narrows in questioning.

“She is insulted that a newbie is getting into the ring with her.” Debs shrugs. It hurts, but it will be her mistake if she underestimates me.

“Okay, so you’ll need approved gear for the weigh in and fight, I can take care of that,” Reba informs with a cheesy smile.

“This is unnecessary, I don’t need a wardrobe.” I point at Reba, eyeing Debs like she’s lost her mind.
“You’ll have fans, little girls will be watching you, they will want to be you. You need to set an example.”

I drop my fists. “What message will I be sending them if I let you dress me up like a goddamn doll, when that isn’t who I am.” I half laugh.

Reba looks shocked, her mouth dropping, and her hand clutching her chest.

“Do you get what you’re doing? Do you get that you are jumping the fucking spectrum with this fight? Do you have any idea how hard women work to get here?” Debs’ voice rises as I have clearly unraveled her.

Reba touches Debs’ arm gently, as if to calm her.

“Tate, trust me. I won’t have you looking like a … doll. We will find something that matches your personality,” Reba assures me.

“Personality? Do you have something made of nails?” Debs huffs, crossing her arms. I glare at her, but kind of take it as a compliment.

“No, something edgy, and daring would work well,” Reba objects, as she clasps her hands in front of her.

Wiping my forehead with my wrist, I exhale a frustrated breath.

“Fine.”

“Right, well, we should get a move on then.” Reba smiles.

I look at Camden worried, and he looks at her like she’s crazy.

“Now? You want to go on a shopping trip now?” Camden questions. Time is practically ticking away before this fight. I need to be here, not at the goddamn mall.

“Yes, time is ticking and I clearly have my work cut out for me.” Reba eyes me like I’m her worst challenge yet.

Two hours later I’m standing in a private studio that Reba and Debs rented out. They have racks of clothes, all approved clothing for the weigh in.

I couldn’t be more bored.

“These are what you will strip down to at weigh in.” Debs throws two tiny pieces of clothing at me. Untangling them there is a small black sports bra and black bikini. Both of them have a red United Front Fighting League logo on the corner of them.

“This is what I’m wearing… in front of everyone?” I ask incredulously. I don’t wear swimsuits that are this revealing on the beach, let alone in front of a crowd.

“Yes, it’s perfect,” Reba chimes from the back as she slides through outfits.

“I might as well just go out in nothing!” My cheeks flush thinking about being in these.

“It has to be light to make sure you are in the right weight class as Kiki,” Debs informs. “You have been sticking to the nutrition plan right?”

“Yes, but, how does this all work exactly?” I ask.

“Well, they will call your name, you’ll go out, strip down, and step on the scale. Then you will step aside and wait until they are done weighing Kiki, and then you will have the stare off,” Debs explains.

“It will be televised so make sure you keep your cool. You are a last minute fill in, so fans are not going to like you.”

I swallow overthinking the whole not liking me part. What if they boo? What if I cry? I’ve seen these on TV plenty of times. They can get pretty heated. I’ve always wondered if it was just a show though, the angry act they put up when staring each other down. I guess I’ll find out.

“They might like her,” Reba states.

“They will when you win.” Debs slides her tongue along the bottom of her lip, her eyebrows bouncing with confidence.

“
If
I win,” I add, eyeing her.

My phone beeps. Pulling it out of my pocket I unlock the screen finding a text from Camden.

You coming over tonight? -Camden

I think I’m going to have dinner at my dad’s and then I’ll come over. -T

Have you told him about the fight? -Camden

I pick at my bottom lip.

No. I will tonight. -T

Sliding my phone in my pocket I watch Debs and Reba fight over a pair of windbreakers.

“Are we done?”

“The black!” Reba points, before yanking them from Debs’ hands.

Debs rolls her eyes before looking at me.

“Yeah, we got the measurements we need. Be at the airport tomorrow at eight in the morning sharp.” Debs points at me like a disobedient child.

I nod, rolling my eyes while I grab my gym bag off the floor.

“Got it.”

Driving to my dad’s my stomach twists and turns. How am I going to tell him about the fight?

Pulling into the driveway I spot Camden’s car parked in his driveway. I can’t wait to see him, and talk to him. I am so nervous about the fight. What if I’m not ready? What if I lose?

Turning the engine off I get out, and eye the front door to my dad’s house.

I want my dad’s blessing on this. I will still fight without it, but it’ll make this a lot easier knowing he supports me.

Entering the house it smells of cooked garlic.

“Aw, you showed up just in time. Journey is making dinner,” Dad smiles from his chair. He’s oddly in a good mood. Great, I’m about to ruin it.

“Smells good.” I smile, but it doesn’t feel natural. It’s forced, and not genuine. I have too much on my mind to be genuine.

Walking over to Dad’s chair I pat his shoulder.

“Hey Dad, how ya feeling?” I ask, eyeing the three empty grape juices on his end table.

“Better, this clean eating is horse shit, but better.” He looks up at me and winces.