“Mmm… Celebrating.” I say, staring into her deep blue eyes.
“The doctor said you need to rest, Alex.”
Grinning, I say, “I will sometime tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Christy
“You’re crazy,” I tell Alex, throwing my hands up as a shield in front of me.
“Maybe,” he grins.
Backing away, I try to keep some distance between us as he stalks towards me with a hungry glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, he makes a grab for me and I squeal, jumping away from him
“You have stitches!” I screech while dashing around the kitchen island.
“So?” he asks, stalking after me.
Is he freakin’ serious? How can he even think about sex after taking so many hits to the head?
I stumble as I back away. “You really need to take it easy, Alex. You just took one hell of a pounding…”
He growls angrily. “I didn’t take one hell of a pounding; I gave one hell of a pounding.”
Lurching forward, he tries to grab me again and I squeal, scrambling back and just narrowly avoiding him.
Knowing it’s only a matter of time before he successfully grabs me, I decide to make a run for it.
Turning around, I make a dash for the stairs and hear him giving chase—cursing and stomping behind me. I make it halfway up the flight of stairs before he grabs me by the ankle, stopping me.
“Alex!” I squeal, trying to kick him off.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks and tugs on my ankle.
“Stop! You’re going to make me fall,” I plead, glancing over my shoulder.
“Then maybe you stop trying to get away,” he smirks.
Unable to shake him off, I quickly decide my best course of action is to pretend submission then run away the first chance I get. Willing myself to relax, I stop kicking at him.
“Giving up so soon, Legs?” he asks, his fingers tightening.
“I know when I’ve been beat,” I grit out between my teeth and fight the urge to kick him in the face when he laughs.
Tensing up, I expect him to pull me down to him but his fingers loosen around my ankle and he slides his hand slowly up my leg.
“That’s a good skill to have,” he says, his voice thickening as his hand continues to slide up, reaching my thigh.
“What is?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat as his rough palm slides over my sensitive skin.
“Knowing when you’re outmatched,” he breathes out, the tips of his fingers reaching the junction of my thighs.
I jerk away from him and his other arm comes around me, wrapping around my hip.
“Most people don’t know when they’ve been beat,” he goes on, his fingers rubbing over the crotch of my shorts. “They waste all their strength and energy trying to escape the trap.”
Behind me, he looms taller and taller, coming up the steps.
“What are they supposed to do?” I ask, my voice sounding breathless.
“They should just relax and accept their fate,” he says as his fingers find my clit through the fabric.
“Alex,” I groan, jerking in his hold.
“Relax,” he grunts as his arm tightens around my hip.
“I can’t,” I moan and thrust my ass back. He groans as I rub against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, Christy,” he says. “If you don’t stop I’m going to take you right here on the stairs.”
“Take me, Alex,” I beg him.
“Fuck!” he curses and grinds against my ass. “I mean it,” he warns.
“Do it,” I pant and shoot a sultry look over my shoulder at him.
His fingers press harder against my clit and I throw my head back.
“Fuck it,” I hear him mutter and then his arm pulls away.
I almost can’t believe he fell for it as I sense him moving behind me. I wait until he struggles to push his pants down with one hand.
The hand on my crotch drops away.
“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he says huskily.
Listening closely, I continue to wait until I think his pants have dropped to his ankles then I take off, racing up the last few steps.
“Christy!” he bellows loudly.
I reach the landing and make it halfway down the hallway before he grabs me.
My feet leave the floor.
“You beast!” I screech as he tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I want to beat on his back but one of us has to be mindful of his delicate condition.
“Put me down,” I demand as he carries me towards his bedroom.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. “No.”
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I remind him once more between gritted teeth. “You’re not as young as you used to be…”
That smart remark earns me another smack on the butt. “Shut it.”
I growl and clench my fists, reminding myself I can’t beat on a man who’s just survived a brutal match to retain his middleweight title. “If I have to call 911 because you faint on top of me, they’re going to arrest me for abusing the elderly!”