Free Boxer Beast by Marci Fawn Page A

it’s not my old man going soft.
    Maybe… Just maybe… It’s me.
    “We can go to this place…” I reply. Just as quietly.
    We stare at each other for a long time, and then finally, she nods.
    Oh god.

    * * *
    I t’s not a beach house or anything special. Just my secret spot.
    Our secret spot, I remind myself. We haven’t been in here in years, since the summer before we started middle school and wondered if this meant we wouldn’t be seeing each other much anymore. Sixth grade was around when the sports teams started breaking up my gender, and sixth grade was when my father decided I needed to man up. I picked after years of sucking at football. I’d made the right call.
    No wonder I was scrawny until a year ago.
    But it took up all my time for a while, and although I’d tried to spend as much time with Faith as I could’ve, we hadn’t been in here since then.
    I watch her, gauging her reaction. Waiting.
    Fuck! I’m a confident guy…
    Except with Faith. Especially not with her, and especially as she scales the little ladder outside and I worry she’ll fall and I’ll have to catch her again. Thinking about having her in my arms has gotten me in trouble before.
    We are in my old treehouse, out in the woods that you can only reach from a mostly-hidden path in my backyard.
    Now we are silent. I could take beatings in the ring when I first started, tough love from my family, and fights with other people. But I can’t fucking take this. The tension… it’s killing me.
    She stands a foot away from me, but it feels like a mile. Her hair slopes down over her shoulder so beautifully, and her eyes are nervous. Downcast, blue and so gorgeous. I move to her, wanting to touch her first. She surprises me when her hands touch my shoulders.
    “I want this,” she says in a breathy voice. Before I get a chance to react, she kisses my neck. It is barely a kiss, just her lips brushing my skin, but it undoes me completely. “I always wanted you to be my first, River.”
    Fucking hell.
    I don’t say anything. My hand buries itself in the thick of her hair, pulling her neck so she arches her back for me as my mouth violates her perfect, innocent skin. My hands fall to her shirt, pulling the sleeves away from her as she struggles to get my shirt off. I pull away from her for just a second, ripping the fabric away from my body to reveal my abs, before getting her shirt off as well.
    I want to fuck her like the beast I am.
    There is no way she can take it. She’s just had her first kiss hours ago. I growl in frustration as her hands slide up my sides, her fingers digging into me as she pulls herself closer to me.
    This is what we are. The boxer beast and the innocent, gorgeous geek girl.
    My hands slide down to her juicy ass, down into her jeans and her panties. I grab her by the waist and place her down onto the small mat we’ve kept in here ages ago for sleepovers.
    My hands find the button and zipper on her jeans, and I pull them away from her, needing to see her naked. My cock throbs, wanting to bury itself as deep as it can inside her wetness… Only to then pull out and shove back in again as she moans my name, coming for me, coming into her…
    Her hands help me when the denim gets stuck on her thighs.
    No.
    The need to be the boss here is so fucking strong. She’s so small in my arms. So vulnerable, so tiny and innocent.
    And I want to fucking ruin her.
    We are not equals here. We both chose this, but she is mine to take. God knows she’s already put a claim on me.
    I grab her hands and pull them over her head, growling a reminder for her to keep them there. She does, her whole body shaking.
    I know I am shaking, too. I rip away her bra from her body, kissing down her neck, her collarbones, showering her beautiful breasts in kiss upon kiss. I suck a nipple into my mouth, moving from her right tit to her left, stopping to look at them as they harden.
    For me. All for me. Her eyes close and drift to the back of her