“Oh God,” I roll my eyes.
The casinos are buzzing with activity and people. People stare as we walk by, security joining us so we don’t get stopped. This is some life, and I hope one day I can get used to it.
We are shown to a back room of the steakhouse where everyone else is seated.
“When we are done, I’d like to go over some old videos of Lane’s fights,” Tristan says.
“Yeah, I think I need to,” Kingston agrees.
“Briar, I need to talk to you,” Viktor says in my ear.
“Right now?” I hope that didn’t come off bitchy.
“Soon. Maybe tomorrow. I have some news for you,” is all he says before going back to a conversation with Tana and Remo. Remo still looks so broken. I try to include him in everything we do so he feels like he’s wanted. He’s been helping Kingston get ready for his fights. Remo is actually a skilled fighter, even though he’s never trained professionally. He says he only is good at it from watching King. I believe it.
We eat and then the others take off for the Strip. I smiled when King handed Thorn some money and my brother refused. It got a little heated before Thorn gave in. Thorn thinks he needs to take care of me instead of me taking care of him or Kingston taking care of him. I admire his drive to be his own man.
Sometimes we all need a little help. Even I need a job, or did since I didn’t want any of my drama to land on Marge or Jerry, especially after their generosity. Marge cried when I called and told her I wouldn’t be back, but she understood. Also told me that I was always welcomed back if I wanted. For some reason working across the street seemed safer since King is right there. Noelle is still expanding and I can’t wait to start. I’ll also be helping out at the gym when we reopen. I don’t want to be a freeloader.
I listen as they talk about Lane’s fights and then my mind drifts to what Viktor found out for me. Kingston drags me back to reality when he says something about Lane.
“I trained him, I should know how he fights, but this is just dirty,” Kingston says.
“It’s not going to be a cakewalk,” Tristan states.
“You got that right,” King agrees.
That makes me nervous all over again.
Lane
I had her first. Why doesn’t he get it? Does he really think he can win against me? King is delusional.
I’m Lane ‘Savage’ Gage. I’m called that for a reason. Kingston might have been my coach, but he betrayed me. After I kill him in the ring, I’ll comfort Rose, making her my girl. I’ll marry her, show her that she does love me. She belongs to me. I will even help her brother since he was there. When she’s sad, I’ll be the one to hold her and comfort her. I do have a softer side and it’s only been for her. I will get my way, Kingston will be destroyed.
Kingston
We watched old fights of Lane’s as Briar read on the couch. She fell asleep about an hour after we got back to the suite.
Tristan goes to his room and I carry a tired Briar to our room. Ours is a huge suite, though Tristan and Remo are the only ones staying with us. Everyone else is in the other suite I reserved.
“I can walk,” she says as I set her on the bed.
“I like holding you,” I say as I strip out my shirt. She must be feeling frisky because she crawls across the bed and kisses me. The kiss becomes more frenzied and her hand wanders to my zipper. I help her out, yanking my pants off. She wraps her pretty lips around my cock, and I stand there, enjoying watching her.
I push her off and sit back against the headboard as she settles back in, taking my dick down her throat, her ass in the air.
She looks up at me and I stroke her cheek before she releases me with a pop.
“Ride me,” I say and she straddles me, taking my cock in her hand and letting me fill her up.
“Oh….” She breathes as she sits all the way down, my cock feeling huge in her tight pussy.
“Bounce for me,” I say. She does, her beautiful tits in my face.
“Oh God,” she moans as I start to swirl my finger around her clit.
I flip her so she’s on her back and I thrust in and out, keeping pressure on her clit.
“Oh…..”
I stop and replace my cock with my finger and lick and suck on her clit, getting her closer again.
“Fuck,” she mumbles. Her body bucks in rhythm with my fingers. I watch as her mouth starts to form a perfect O, knowing her orgasm is close and I stop. She cries out in frustration, but I replace my fingers with my cock and she sighs.
“You feel so good,” I increase my speed, thrusting in and out.
“Yes,” she moans as she crests, her orgasm ripping through her as her pussy clamps down on my dick. I follow, keeping my pace until I go soft. I pull out and go get a washcloth to clean her up.
We fall asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sated, and in love. Lane can’t take that from me.