Fight Like A Girl: An Opposites Attract Romance (Fighting For Love), Harley Reid [top 100 novels of all time txt] 📗

arm over my chest and swirling her fingers softly over my tattoos. “You know, I didn’t want to take this job… but I’m glad I did.”

“Me too.” I smile, leaning in to kiss her.

My dick swells, as she kisses my chest, pinching my nipple between her teeth and then using her tongue in a flicking motion. I swallow hard as heat soars through my body. She drives me crazy, and I don’t think she’s even a little bit aware of the effect she has on me.

Her hand trails over my abs, every muscle tensing beneath her touch as she takes my shaft in her hand causing a groan to escape me.

“You were always my first choice.” I pant as she continues working up and down my length. Aching to be inside her, I push her onto her back and let my hips find their place between her thighs as she wraps them tightly around me and grins.

The door swings open and Maddie screams excitedly. “Come on, it’s time for breakfast.”

Being careful to keep the two of us covered up, I quickly roll onto my back, cursing under my breath. Fuck, that was close. I glance over at Mia as she reaches down for her robe and gets out of bed, wrapping it around her and heading for Maddie, who seems to be completely oblivious to what she just walked in on — thank fuck!

“I’ll get started on breakfast, can you grab her suitcase and put it by the front door when you get up please?”

I nod, remembering that today is the day that Maddie is going on a little camping trip with a school friend and her grandparents. Finally, we will have some time alone.

“Be good and we’ll see you in a few days.” I slam the door closed after making sure Maddie is secure in the back seat and wave goodbye as the camper van pulls away. This is it, four days of alone time. Well, once Sarah has been over to go over final details for the fight and I get the balls to tell her about me and Mia being a couple.

Looks like that conversation is going to be coming sooner rather than later when Sarah pulls up as me and Mia stand on the porch in an embrace. Judging by her facial expression, Jamison, didn’t go blabbing to her about it after I told him at practice the other day.

“What the fuck are you two playing at?” She pulls up and slams the door, completely ignoring Mia as usual and heading straight for me like a bull to a red rag. Mia’s phone beeps again and she excuses herself, going back into the house. “We need to talk!”

She storms past me, straight into the study as I trail behind like a little boy who’s just been scalded for behaving badly — except, we haven’t done anything wrong.

“This is bad Ethan. What were you thinking?” She sits down in my chair and glares at me. “You promised you wouldn’t get involved with her. Are you even aware that you have a fight in less than two weeks time. A fight where everything is on the line.”

“I’m perfectly aware that I am fighting, and I haven’t faltered from my training plan once.” I lower myself into the chair opposite, never once breaking eye contact. I don’t want her to think I’m backing down because that implies we’re doing something wrong. “I am fighting Lucas Stone in ten days. I am going to become champion and she is going to be standing right there beside me when I do. If you don’t like it that’s fine but that’s your problem not mine.”

As Sarah opens her mouth to speak, there’s a small knock at the door and Mia peers around the edge to let me know she’s heading into the village to pick up brunch and then we’re alone again.

“You’re her fucking boss Ethan. Do you know how wrong that is?” She rubs her forehead with her hand, screwing her face up as she tries to understand what’s going on.

“I’m fully aware, and that’s why I asked you to come over today.” I breathe deeply, soothing the anger boiling just below the surface. “I need you to take over all employer duties, so it doesn’t get too complicated. I’ve had new contracts drawn up and Mia has already signed them and we’ve both signed a consensual relationship agreement form because we knew you’d be pissed.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about any of this.” She shakes her head before taking the papers and signs them before handing them back to me.

For the next twenty minutes we talk about preparations for the fight. My corner team will consist of Jamison as head coach, Thiago for ground game advice, Mike for striking and Jesse will be my water man. Mia will be staying at home with Maddie because she doesn’t like watching the fights anyway so I’ve given the ringside seats to Sarah — she can either use them herself or run a competition to give them to a couple of fans, either way, I don’t really care.

Once we’ve decided on who will be my cut man, we say goodbye and I pull my phone out and text Mia to let her know that she’s safe to return home, she responds almost immediately.

Mia: I’m just waiting to order. Be home soon and then I’m all yours.

All mine! I can’t wait. I tap my reply into the keypad.

Ethan: OK. See you soon.

I press send on my phone, shove it into my pocket and head for the kitchen to grab another glass of water.

The fight is not that far away so training has slowed down a little now to make sure I don’t pick up any last-minute injuries or get too fatigued before the big night. I still need to shed a couple of pounds to make championship weight but so far, the cut has been going well so at least