Free Fighting Lust: A Deadly Sins Novel by Jennifer Miller Page A

with concern on his face.
    “Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. He’s probably just reliving the finger up his ass he took a couple weeks ago.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Levi. I didn’t take a finger up my ass. It wasn’t a prostate exam.”
    “So, what you’re saying is, you just stood there like an idiot with your pants around your ankles and didn’t decide to make the most of your time? I mean you were clearly ready for business,” Levi says while shaking his ass suggestively.
    “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to-“
    “What?” Dylan asks. “Ask us to rub your balls for you?”
    Without warning, I take off at Dylan and tackle him to the ground. We roll around and each fight to gain position, Levi, Zane and Cole spurring us on. “Shut the hell up, asshole,” I spit in his face when I gain dominance.
    “Dude, please. This is fodder for fucking days,” Dylan replies.
    “He’s right, man,” Cole chimes in from the sidelines.
    Dylan gains leverage and when he swings to punch me, instead of moving out of the way which I clearly have time for, I wait it out and let his fist connect.
    “What the fuck was that?” Cole asks angrily. I ignore him and roll to the side, away from Dylan and get back to my feet. Dylan looks at me in both horror and confusion when I get back into fighting position again. “No. No way,” Dylan protests. “You aren’t even fighting back – not really. What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “Oh my god, fine. Who else? Who else is going to fight me?” Zane, Cole and Levi all stare at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Zane asks, “You call that fighting?” I ignore him.
    My luck is restored when Tyson chooses that moment to step into the octagon. “Tyson! Come on! You ready to take me on?”
    Tyson shrugs his shoulders and walks to the center of the ring. “I wouldn’t do that man,” Zane tells him.
    “Yeah man, Ryder’s lost his fucking gourd,” Levi says.
    “What are they talking about?” Tyson asks me.
    Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “I don’t know. They all want to stand around and gossip like girls and I don’t. You want to fight or are you going to be a pussy too?”
    Tyson glares at me, and I know that’s all it takes. He nods curtly, and we each get into position. Cole is muttering something over to my side and just as Tyson and I start to spar, I hear Cole say, “Oh my god, I know exactly what he’s doing.”
    I block a few of Tyson’s blows and he does the same. We quickly get into a good rhythm and circle each other looking for an opening. I know he’s going to try to land a shot to my stomach. I catch his eyes bouncing there and back a couple of times, so it’s a dead give away. It’s going to hurt like hell and I’ll regret it for a moment. Okay, more than a moment, but when I see the shot coming, I don’t move and it makes contact right into the pit of my stomach. I didn’t move once, and the blow completely knocks the air out of me and I fall to the ground.
    “What. The. Fuck?” Tyson bellows.
    Choking and gasping for air, I know I may toss up my dinner, but I don’t give a shit.
    “Oh god,” I gasp through the pain, tears streaming down my face. “That hurts like a son of a bitch.”
    “What the hell is going on? That’s not even funny, man.” I’m still gasping for breath and can’t respond to Tyson.
    “He’s trying to get hurt on purpose,” Cole answers.
    Turning my gaze to him, I try to peer up at Cole and give him a death glare that screams ‘shut up’, but he avoids me.
    “Why would he want to do that?” Tyson asks incredulously.
    “Because he thinks that chick that pulled one over on him at the hospital is hot. He wants to go see her again.” Cole replies.
    “Are you out of your mind?” Zane asks angrily. “You’re lucky Jax isn’t over here. He’d kick your ass out of here for this shit.”
    “Hot chick?” Levi raises his brows, then nods, “I accept that.”
    Getting to my feet, albeit a bit unsteadily, I hobble