Free Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole Snow Page B

have that brute strength, though. One punch from Georgie's
fists have knocked down plenty of guys.”
    “ You'll do it. Practice on me if you need to!”
    William smiled sourly and shook his head. I didn't know
how to make the fight easier, or how to boost his skill. Frustrating,
but I was ready to offer up anything that would help.
    “ I've got another guy helping me with that. I
think we'll have to cut your lessons short next week. Need to focus
everything on this fight. I'm even suspending some of my usual
clients.”
    “ That's okay. I'll still see you on the weekend,
right? And tonight – your place or mine?”
    He didn't answer about our future plans. William looked
at me for several long seconds, the weariness dulling his brilliant
eyes, speaking ahead of his words.
    “ It'll have to wait, Rosie. Only for a little
while,” he added, as soon as he saw the hurt in my face.
    He walked over, embraced me firmly, caressing me with
his arms. I breathed his scent, wishing it would lead to so much
more. Still, having a small taste of him was better than absolutely
nothing.
    “ I'll call you soon and let you know what's going
on. I just need total focus right now.”
    With that, I dropped off my gear and threw on my normal
clothes. When I left the locker room, William had dialed a cab.
    The temperatures in the city were too dangerous to be
waiting outside at all, even five or ten minutes for a bus.
Sometimes, the cold snaps lasted for weeks. And if this kept up, the
fight with Little Georgie might be delayed.
    My heart pulsed angrily at the prospect. I wanted him
all to me again, not sharing my man with a gigantic Swede who wanted
to beat him a pulp.
    Hello, jealousy. It's been a long time.
    Actually, I wasn't sure that I'd ever made her
acquittance in quite the same way I was being introduced to her now.
It didn't take long to figure out that Ms. Jealousy could be a real
stone cold bitch.

    “ William?”
    His voice droned into the phone. It took me a moment to
realize it was just his voice mail, the fourth time I'd gotten it in
just as many days.
    The weekend came and went without a call. I wanted to
slam my phone onto the cheap granite counter in frustration,
shattering its glass screen to smithereens.
    I started to hate Little Georgie more and more by the
day. Worse, some of that bitter irritation was beginning to tarnish
William.
    Why hadn't he at least
called? Why?
    I frantically paced my apartment. It was early and still
painfully cold, the bluish haze sparkling across the sleeping city,
almost indistinguishable from night.
    I had to work. And as soon as I left the firm, I was
going to pay him a visit. Training or not for the fight of his life,
I didn't deserve to be treated like this.
    It's always a funny, frightening thing to watch how fast
the workday flies by when you're pissed. I spent the day whipping
through spreadsheets, my fingers stabbing at the keyboard like little
engines running on angry steam.
    I walked several blocks to the studio, rounding the
dark, cold alley to approach the front. I hadn't gone down it without
William with me. Saving a few minutes wasn't worth bringing back bad
memories, or else opening myself to a new assault.
    The winding staircase carried me up to the space he
rented. I tried the doorknob and it popped open.
    William was flat on his back, an overweight man with a
gray mustache holding him on the ground. I slid against the wall,
next to the entrance, listening to my lover's feral grunts.
    They reminded me of sex. But beneath his opponent –
his trainer? – William wasn't getting pleasured. Far from it.
    For a second, I forgot my blustery anger. I watched in
fascination as he struggled with the heavy man. His muscular face
grew beet red, neck hardening like a stick of dynamite.
    Boom!
    The big man went into the air and crashed onto his back.
William rose, his shield-like chest huffing and puffing for precious
air. Finally, he saw me.
    Still panting, William walked over to the