Uncaged Love #2: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance by JJ Knight Page B

down for me, drawing it out. The muscles of my body clench around him. When my forehead falls to his shoulder, he turns around and lays me back on the bed.
    He sets a leisurely pace. I watch him, so beautiful, so intense. He seems perfectly in control, then I can feel a shift in him. He’s shuddering lightly, about to lose it. I touch his cheek, and he opens his eyes.
    His gaze penetrates me as he clutches my hips and releases into me. I realize I want to feel it all, to have that rush of wetness flow through my body, no condom in the way. I’ll have to go somewhere, get on a pill or shot or something. I want every bit of him.
    He collapses on me. His thighs are trembling. My fingers caress the back of his neck. I thought I would feel so secondary to him. As though everything we did would be about his control over me, his expertise trumping my inexperience. But it’s not that way at all. It’s equal. It’s back and forth.
    I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

Chapter 17
    I’m pretty sure everyone at the gym knows what’s going on with me and Colt. On Monday we laugh and run around like little kids in a theme park.
    I worry that I’m distracting him from his training. But Colt seems focused. Everything is brighter and more intense. His punches knock his sparring partner into the walls of the cage. Colt hustles through the workout like he’s on speed. I start to see why his nickname is Gunner.
    Even Brittany notices. I can tell she worries that something will happen. That Colt will get hurt worse than last time. But at least she doesn’t interfere.
    Colt’s manager sets up another secret fight for the weekend. I have no doubt at all that Colt will win this one. The challenger is a newish fighter, mostly untried. He goes by Jumpstart, since he’s been knocking out the second-tier fighters in one round. But he’s never taken on a league fighter, not yet.
    The day before the match, Colt’s whole team sits around a screen set up in the corner of the addition, watching Jumpstart fight. Colt is on a bench, and I sit on the floor between his knees.
    Colt’s trainer, Killjoy, is hilarious to watch as he takes in the match. He’s got this big flap of hair that bounces as he pantomimes the hits. “He’s a gunner like you, Colt,” he says. “You’re going to have to outgun him.”
    Colt’s fingers stroke my neck as Jumpstart pummels his opponent. “He’s cocky,” I say. “He’ll be his own worst enemy once he gets in a cage with you.”
    “He’ll be nervous this time,” Killjoy says, still punching the air. “He knows Colt is the real deal.”
    Colt squeezes my shoulders. “So, are you going to be my ring girl or just watch from the chairs?”
    I remember Throwdown’s girl in the shiny crop top from the last fight. “I don’t think my sweats and hoodies will make much of an impression.”
    Brittany grunts her agreement. “Don’t ruin her image before she has a match, Colt. Ring girls and fighters are two separate species.”
    “The women win,” Colt says. But he leans close to my ear. “I know you’re going to wear the silk bikini for me, though, right?”
    “As long as it gets me what I want,” I shoot back.
    He chuckles.
    Killjoy frowns at us. “Pay attention, or I’ll have you do so many knee kicks that your cock falls off.”
    On the screen, Jumpstart has found his opening. His gloves are a blur as he blows into his opponent like the other guy is a bag on a chain. The first tendril of fear curls through me as the other man drops to his knees, then goes out cold. I shiver.
    “You all right?” Colt asks.
    I nod. “You’ll cut him down,” I say. “He won’t know what hit him.” But inside, I’m anxious.
    The night of the second fight comes faster. I wonder if Colt has even recovered from the last loss. I have to go alone because Zero has a show. Colt sends his driver to pick me up.
    I sit in the back of his Mercedes alone. Colt will already be there with his trainer and team. He’s