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

was, strolled out of the ring, grinning from ear to ear. Ryan beamed down at me and said, “All right, little lamb. It’s time to let you loose in the den of wolves. My assistant, Terry, will take you to the back and get you ready.”
    “Wait,” I exclaimed, “I hadn’t agreed to anything yet.”
    Smirking, Ryan peered down at me and shook his head. “Oh, honey, live a little bit. You’ll be great, now go with Terry. We’re running out of time.”
    Terry motioned for me to follow him, and as I did I glanced back at Matt and everyone else. Matt’s expression was unreadable, but I had a strange feeling he knew what I was about to have to do.
    What have I gotten myself in to?

WHEN TERRY TOOK SHELBY AWAY I had a feeling I knew exactly what they wanted her to do. Twenty minutes later, my suspicion was confirmed when she waltzed out into the arena dressed like a UFC ring girl. Several of the other fighters whistled at her as she approached, and when she came up to me she had her lips pursed and hands on her hips. The tiny black and red top she wore pushed her tits together so tightly that if I reached out and touched them they’d spill out.
    Dammit to hell, I wanted her.
    “Let me loose in a den of wolves, huh? Little does Ryan know I’m not a little lamb,” she thundered. “I’m also not a model. What if I suck?”
    As much as I hated her having to be touched by every hard cocked motherfucker in the room, I knew she would be good at it. She was strikingly beautiful, and if I was going to have any pictures taken with a ring girl in my arms I couldn’t have asked for a better one. The only problem was that all of the other guys were going to have her, too.
    “You’ve never sucked at anything, Shelby. Just don’t get too comfortable with the guys, okay? I’m sure once we leave here word will spread they got to put their hands on what’s mine without getting their heads smashed in.”
    “And who says I’m yours? I don’t think I gave you an answer yet,” she teased. “However, you did ask me to come here with you, so if I get excited being touched by your fellow fighters then it’s all your fault. I’m starting to think I might enjoy it.”
    Before joining Ryan and two other fighters in the ring, she winked and kissed me on the lips. All too quickly she walked away; her gorgeous, perky ass only half covered by the black shorts Ryan’s assistant put her in.
    Tyler whistled and patted me on the back. “Dude, I’d be pissed as hell if my girl had to rub up on these guys. I promise I’ll keep my hands off her tits, but I can’t promise I’ll keep them off her ass.”
    “Wow, thanks, man. I feel so much better,” I remarked sarcastically, keeping my eyes on Shelby.
    Tyler chuckled, elbowing me in the side, and it was hard not to smile when he was around. Shelby was a natural at anything she did, so watching her in front of the camera with her pouty lips and tight body was a fucking turn on. Most of the time, the other fighters I’d encountered were pretty respectful men, but every once in a while you’d get ones that really needed their asses kicked. Hopefully, that wasn’t the case today.
    “All right, it looks like it’s about my turn,” Tyler pointed out. “You know I was kidding about touching her ass, right?”
    I scoffed. “Well, I hoped you were kidding, if not, I was going to knock you out in the first round tonight. Thankfully, the guys here aren’t that bad. Now if Kyle was here that’d be a different story. I don’t want that prick anywhere near her.”
    “Yeah, I don’t blame you. Having to wait until the end of the tour to fight him sucks,” he noted.
    “Yeah, he’s my last fight for the month, and I can’t wait to kick his ass.”
    Kyle Andrews was known for his cheap shots and shady fighting. He was underhanded in everything he did and he had no qualms about going to great lengths to fuck people up. Even though it wasn’t proven he played a part in my friend, Nate