Free Hurts So Good by Jenika Snow Page A

man that she had left broken behind all of those years ago, the one she was still in love with even though it had been a decade, and the big Russian that had her mouth drying, her throat closing, and her pussy growing wet instantly. She stared at him as he made his way to the cage, his expression hard and trained at the ground. He had been big at the age of eighteen, but now he really was the Hulk. There was no doubt he could break necks with the tightening of his massive hands. People were trying to move forward, closer to the cage so they had a prime shot of all the violence that was soon to happen. Surfer Boy wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, but Jane was far too stunned and enamored at the sight of Mack to push Blondie away. God, he had changed, yet he hadn’t. Now, he had the body of a man, a powerful, hardened, and so damn raw physique that she could see why the female population in this shithole was screaming like their panties were on fire. He was taller, with wide, hard shoulders, pectoral muscles that were clearly defined, and an abdomen looked like something that had been Photoshopped it was so perfectly sculpted. He lifted his head and focused his attention on the other fighter as he climbed into the cage. Some of the women closer to the cage reached out, trying to touch him, but he shrugged them off and didn’t break his steely concentration. A shiver worked up her spine at seeing Mack this way. He had been rough before, protecting her when he thought other guys at school were a threat, but this … this Mack was something totally different. He was feral and deadly, and she actually feared for the sequence of events that were about to take place. Moving her eyes over his ripped body and back up to his face she took in his strong, square jaw, straight nose, eyes that looked darker than she remembered, and his black hair that was cut short to his head. For a moment, just one second it was like there was nothing else separating them, and no one else was in the room but the two of them. The noises faded away, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her beating heart pounding in a fast, yet rhythmic tattoo in her ears.
    A bell rang, and she swore she could feel the damn thing right down to her very toes it was so powerful. The Hispanic fighter started bouncing on his feet with his bare fists up by his face. He came after Mack, but her Russian stayed still. She saw the way he followed every single one of his opponent’s moves. His body looked relaxed, but she could tell he was anything but. The rage on his face was like nothing she had ever seen before, and although she had seen him upset after his parents passed away, this was a different emotion, a different rage, and one that she felt connected with, yet couldn’t understand why. The guy swung at Mack, but he dodged it easily enough. He swung out again, and again, and she didn’t understand why he was so clearly toying with him, but right when she thought that a very frightening look covered Mack’s face right before he reared his right arm back and slammed his fist into the other fighter’s face. Everyone seemed to grow deathly quiet as the Hispanic man spun around from the force of Mack’s hit, and landed face first on the stained mat. The air stilled for only a millisecond before all hell broke loose and the screams and cheers erupted. Jane felt lightheaded as she looked at the still, bloody body at Mack’s feet, and then lifted her eyes to the man she knew she still loved. The fight had only taken minutes, if that. The emotions moving through her were intense. Love, fear, amazement, and arousal pumped through her veins powerfully. All of the feelings had been buried deep inside of her, but all it had taken for them to resurface at an astounding rate was one look at him after all this time.
    “They will probably bring another guy for him to pound, but that will be a minute before they can find someone with big