Free Fighting for Love by L.P. Dover Page A

rumble sounded in his chest. “I want you always, but I’ll settle for as long as you want to give me. Whether that be one night, two, or fifty years. It’s all up to you.”
    “You love making things difficult, don’t you?” I breathed, trying not to moan. My nipples were sensitive as they strained against my bra, aching to be touched, while my underwear felt drenched between my legs.
    Matt chuckled. “It’s what keeps things interesting, baby, but I’m sure we’ve given everyone here enough of a show. Let’s go.”
    He led me over to two men, one being the guy he was in the ring with earlier and the other a man who looked like an older version of Matt’s opponent. “Well, well, who do we have here?” the younger one asked. “If you’re saying she’s my date tonight I’ll happily accept. Especially, if she looks at me like she was doing to you over there. Talk about hot as hell.”
    He was cute with platinum blond hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders, mischievous gray eyes, and one of the most charming smiles I’d ever seen on a guy other than Matt. It was obvious he was joking, and from the looks on everyone’s faces they knew it, too.
    “Sorry, Tyler, but you need to keep your dick to yourself with this one. She’s mine. Her name is Shelby and she writes for Physique . I thought she’d like to meet you,” Matt pointed out. “Who knows, maybe one day she’ll be writing an article on you.”
    Extending my hand, Tyler took it and pulled me closer to him, placing my hand across his heart. “Ah, Shelby. What’s a pretty thing like you doing with a guy like him? I promise I’m much nicer, and also better looking.”
    Matt scoffed, but he had a smile on his face when I peered up at him. The older gentleman beside Tyler rolled his eyes and stole my hand away so he could introduce himself, “Shelby, I’m Stephen Rushing, Tyler’s father and trainer. My son has a habit of pushing buttons, but thankfully, Matt doesn’t take him seriously. Otherwise, I’d be taking Tyler to the hospital tonight.”
    “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m sure it’s going to be an amazing fight,” I said.
    Tyler chuckled. “Yeah, if I can ever beat his sorry ass,” he replied, glaring halfheartedly at Matt. “You better bring it hard tonight so that even if I lose I’ll still get noticed.”
    Matt slapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll get noticed no matter what. You’re one hell of a fighter. I bet after tonight you’ll get approached by a sponsor. I’m sure of it.”
    Matt’s enthusiasm toward Tyler was heartwarming. In the competitive world we were in it was rare to see someone who was truly genuine and wanted to see others succeed instead of taking it all for themselves. If Matt knew for certain that Tyler would get a sponsor and a contract if he lost the fight tonight, I bet he’d lose it in a heartbeat to help out his friend. Even though Matt had changed in other ways, his heart was still the same.
    “Hey, young lady,” a voice called out.
    All four of us turned to look in the direction of the voice. Pointing at me from inside of the ring was the photographer. He was a short, bald man with a graying goatee and glasses, wearing really tight jeans and a white button-down shirt.
    “Who, me?” I hollered back, pointing to myself. Other than Lexi I was the only girl in the room and he wasn’t looking at her.
    The photographer nodded and smiled wide. “Yes you, my dear. Can you do me a favor?”
    Matt shrugged and followed me up to the ring. “I wonder what he needs me for,” I murmured quietly.
    “Who knows,” Matt replied. “His name’s Ryan. Whatever it is, he’s pretty cool.”
    When I got up to the cage, Ryan’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh yes, you’ll be perfect,” he crooned. He waved over another guy and whispered something to him while I stood there with confusion written all over my face.
    What was I perfect for? I wondered.
    Ryan’s assistant, or whoever he