I thought I’d share the first (unedited) chapter of ‘Too Consumed’. Please keep in mind that it is unedited and it could change between now and publication.
She bounces before me, her tits rising that little bit higher every time she pushes off the ground. It turns out, Olivia is very competitive. Jackson had bet her a hundred dollars she couldn’t land a hit on me. Determined to prove him wrong, she dons a pair of gloves and climbs into the boxing ring with me. Her gorgeous, green eyes flare at me from underneath her thick, dark eyelashes and she smiles playfully before pouncing at me. Swiftly, I step out of the way and tap her shoulder. She whips around to face me and her dark hair follows suit, whirling around her sexily before gliding across the top of her breasts. I drag my gaze from her chest to her face. Olivia’s playful expression is now pinched in frustration. She actually thought this would be easy…
Jackson and Darryl laugh on the sidelines, pissing Olivia off even more.
“You underestimate me.” I chuckle at her, bringing back her smile.
God I love making her smile.
She pounces at me again and I sidestep, like last time. I keep my fists up even though I don’t intend to use them on her.
“Are you running from me, Seth?” She teases, trying to get a reaction out of me. “Are you scared I’ll hurt you?”
I can’t stop the laugh that rumbles through my chest. “I’m terrified.”
She arches an eyebrow.
“I’m terrified you’ll hurt yourself in an attempt to hurt me.”
Olivia shakes her head, narrowing her gorgeous green eyes at me. She lunges forward sending a very nice jab to my mid-section, but I flick my hips backward and her fist doesn’t connect. She has me on the back foot now and she smiles as she springs toward me. I hear Jackson swear under his breath, but I’m not sweating it. He isn’t going to lose a cent to Olivia and she’s going to get me in full force once we’re out of this Goddamn ring. I wrap my arms around hers, pinning them to her side and I smile down at her as she struggles against me. If I’m not careful, I’m going to get a massive boner in front of Darryl and Jackson. I try to calm myself by keeping my eyes on her face and not on the voluptuous mounds that are pressing firmly against my chest. I don’t know how she does it, but when I’m around her it’s like I’m an out of control teenager.
“That’s not fair.” She growls, dropping her head against my chest and relaxing her body.
Jackson pulls on the ropes to the ring, whooping and cheering as I bury my nose in her hair and kiss her head.
“Maybe next time.” I tell her, letting her go.
She steps back and holds her gloves out to me. “Can you help me out of these?”
Those seven words stir something wild inside of me. It’s been a while since we’ve had sex, thanks to Darryl and his rules. I don’t think I can take another minute without putting my hands on her… or in her.
My tongue glides across my bottom lip as I moisten it and Olivia watches closely. The pink hue in her cheeks doesn’t pass me by and I know she wants me as bad as I want her. I tug at the tape on my hands and un-wrap them with ease as Jackson and Darryl leave the boxing section and enter the training room, ready to start the rest of my training session. I’m not going in there just yet. I’m taking my girl to the shower and I’m going to take care of her. I look at her and her eyes lock onto mine as I pull on her gloves, freeing her hands. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, inching closer. She’s all but begging me to take her.
I tug her hand and pull her over to the edge of the ring. I stretch open the ropes, allowing her to slip through with ease and I follow closely behind.
“Seth? Where are you going?” Darryl calls after me and I smile at him over my shoulder.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
He swears under his breath. “I put rules in place to help you, not me.”
Olivia glances over her shoulder at me. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
I chuckle at the double meaning that completely slips by her and continue following her to the female shower room. We enter a stall and lock it behind us. When we’re alone in the gym we shower in the open, but when there are other people around we shower in the stalls even if it’s only Jackson and Darryl.
I like that most about Olivia. She’s respectful of herself and me. Most girls I’ve been with were quick to flash there tits to everyone that walks by, but not my Olivia.
She’s first to shed her clothing and I watch closely as she pulls her sports bra over her head, exposing her hard, pink nipples. It takes all of my strength to remain leaning against the wall and not to descend hungrily upon her, taking her hard peaks in my mouth. My gaze drops from her breasts to her hips as her fingers curl around her tiny, black shorts and she drags them down her long legs.
My gaze flits all over her body and I have no idea where to look first. I enjoy all of it. She reaches for the cold tap and turns on the shower, standing directly under the cool stream.
“You’re having a cold shower?” I ask, unable to hold the snicker.
“Well, yeah, how else am I going to make it through the day?” She says casually as she shudders, letting the cold streams run down her body.
Goosebumps erupt over her skin, forcing her nipples to grow even harder. Ready to join her, I pull my pants down and her eyes drop to my length. I’m so hard it aches all over. Her eyes flit to mine as she reaches for the shower handle and turns it, making it that extra degree colder. I smile.
It’s pointless for me to have a shower now, when I get out I’ll have to start my other half of training, but I want to please her—to satisfy her. I saunter over to her and even over the roar of the shower I hear her breath catch in her throat. I reach around her, inching the shower hotter and hotter, until steam begins to fill the stall around us. I want her hot and flustered. I want her to beg me to fuck her and to make her come. I lean in close, pressing every inch of my body against hers. When her back is pressing firmly against the cold concrete, I lower my mouth to her neck, licking her slowly.
“Please, Seth.” She moans in my ear.
I pull back to look her in the eyes, resting my forehead against hers. Water streams over our heads, trailing down our skin and flowing off the sharp edges of our faces. Her green irises burn at me from underneath her dark lashes and they’re begging me to devour her as her hands glide up the ridges of my arms and over my shoulders before stopping around my neck. Slowly, she moves her mouth toward mine and when her supple, pink lips press against me. I lose it. I need to have her and no rules are going to stop me. I force my tongue between her lips and she willingly opens her mouth. She roughly rakes her fingers through my hair, urging me harder against her and I slide my hands down the curve of her hips, gripping her bare ass. She moans into my mouth as she hitches a delicious thigh around my hip. My cock presses eagerly against her warm, slick slit and there’s no way I’m going to stop now.
“Do it,” she gasps against my lips, flexing her hips toward me. “Please, just do it.”
“You want it?” I ask her, my lips curling into a smile.
“Yes,” She breathes, catching my lip between her teeth.
I reach down and position myself right where I want to be and I enter her slowly, knowing that if I go too fast this will all be over before it even begins. She feels so good—beyond good—and a low moan releases itself from my throat. It has been too long since I’ve indulged in her.
“Seth?” A deep voice echoes around the room.
Olivia releases my lip and her body goes rigid. I shut my eyes briefly, begging God—or whoever the fuck was listening—to make Darryl go away.
“There’s an MMAC promoter here. He wants to talk to the owner and the manager of the gym about advertising.”
Darryl’s voice calls over the roar of the shower and Olivia bites her bottom lip against a giggle as a pink hue flashes across her cheeks. “So both of you animals need to put some clothes on and get out here.”
I reach around her, turning the hot tap off and submerging us both in cold water. Olivia and I jump, pressing ourselves harder against each other as the cool water washes our heated session down the drain, taking my erection with it. Well, it was fun while it lasted. A wide smile spreads over Olivia’s lips and her hands shoot up to cover it as giggles erupt from her. I guess we’re going to have to wait.
We emerge from the shower room, our fingers tightly laced together. When we enter the main room, Darryl gives us a quick once over and shakes his head. Olivia’s fingers tighten around mine and I glance down at her. She looks up at me briefly, giving me an uneasy, embarrassed smile. Fuck Darryl for making her feel so uncomfortable.
My gaze falls onto the tall guy in the suit that called my name. He quickly moves toward us, giving Olivia an overt twice over that makes me clench my jaw. He reminds me of Mason—blue eyes, golden hair and clearly interested in my girl. The man extends his hand to me and I pull away from Olivia to shake it.
“I’m Mike Sullivan.”
When he’s finished with me, he moves on to Olivia.
“You must be Miss James.” He greets her, pulling her hand into his and giving it a long, slow shake.
My eyes flick onto Darryl who has clear warning clear in his eyes. I frown. Is he serious? I’m not going to hurt this guy for shaking Olivia’s hand, but if he looks at her like that again I can’t make any guarantees.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says, dropping her hand. “I wanted to talk to you both about your advertising campaign. Now, I know this gym is Seth Marc’s official gym, but we’re going to need to prove that. Outside in the truck I have one billboard, two banners, six life sized cut outs and hundreds of flyers. All I need from you two is a signature and we’ll start setting it all up today.”
“I don’t think Seth needs big pictures of himself everywhere.” Jackson snickers, strolling over to us from the training room.
Beside me Olivia laughs once. “Jackson is right.” She says, lacing her fingers with mine again. “Seth’s ego is high enough.”
I roll my eyes as everyone chuckles at my expense. I don’t have a high ego. I’m just confident. I know what I want and how to get it, that’s all. Mike hands Olivia a clipboard and a pen and she signs it. I do the same and Mike exits the gym to tell the guys to bring in the stuff.
Olivia turns to me. “I have to go help Mom with a few things around the house, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”
She seems almost disappointed and I smile. She hates leaving me, but we made the decision to not sleep at each other’s houses… God knows fucking why.
She glances sideways at Darryl and then back at me before she reaches up and plants a soft kiss on my cheek before turning away. What the fuck was that? If I’m not seeing her until tomorrow so there’s no way she’s getting away with a kiss like that. I grab her tiny elbow and force her back to me. I slam my mouth against hers before she has a chance to react. Immediately, she melts against me. I pull away and lean into her ear.
“If you need me later, call me.”
Her hands runs up my arm and curls around my bicep. “I always need you.” She replies. “But we’re doing this for Darryl.”
She kisses my cheek and walks away from me. I unashamedly watch her back, her ass and her legs as she walks away. She is mine and I can’t even have her.
Mike comes back through the door as Olivia exits it and he glances over his shoulder and at her ass for a second too long. Fuck that. I step forward, but Darryl’s voice stops me in my tracks.
I clench my jaw as Mike approaches me. He has a small smile on his lips and I want to smash it through his skull.
“Do you like to box, Mike?” I ask him.
Beside me, Jackson chuckles under his breath.
My lips twitch. “Do you want to sparr with me?”
“Seth.” Darryl warns me again, but I pretend I don’t hear him.
He checks his watch. “Uh, I guess we have a little time.”
I saunter over to the ring, trying my hardest not to appear too eager to box this guy into the ground.
“Seth you have a full half of training to get through and you’ve already sparred today.” Darryl says, following closely behind me.
I ignore him. He isn’t going to talk me out of this. I’ll only hit him twice—once for giving Olivia a creepy twice over right in front of me and twice for shamelessly looking at her ass, again, right in front of me.
Mike sheds his jacket and Jackson helps him into a pair of gloves. I grab my own gloves and slip them on as Darryl leans into me.
“Seth, you’re wasting energy. Who cares if he looked at your girl, she’s beautiful, it’s going to happen.”
“I know that.” I tell him. “But if someone is going to look at my girl while I’m holding her hand and he can clearly see she’s mine, then there are consequences.”
“Do you hear yourself? You sound crazy.”
I laugh once. “I am crazy, Darryl. Now, you either let me pound this guy or I’m going home to Olivia to break your rule six times in a row.”
“Six times? Really, Seth?” Darryl pinches his nose. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
“You love it.” I smile, sliding into the ring.
Darryl hands me my head gear, but I don’t take it. This guy won’t get a hit on me.
“Wear your gear.” Darryl demands, but I shake my head.
“Don’t need it.”
I hear Darryl swear under his breath as he drops the head gear and mouthguard and storms away. Jackson holds the ropes while Mike climbs in. He has his full gear on and I smile. He’s going to need it. I put my fists up and he follows suit. I take my steps slow, inching closer to him and analyzing his face. His blue eyes are narrowed in on me, determined to get at least one hit on me. I launch forward catching him off-guard and slamming my gloved fist into his stomach. Air flies from his lungs and he hunches over with a loud grunt. I step back, giving him time to catch his breath. His face turns red as he struggles to refill his lungs. Jackson is on the sideline laughing his ass off and slapping the ring. Jackson loves this because he’d do the exact same thing for Selena—hell—Jackson would have punched Mike’s teeth through his head if his eyes lingered on his girl’s face for a second too long. He’s protective—borderline controlling—and that’s not just in general, but in the bedroom as well. I’ve seen his bedroom, the weird straps and chains and whips…it scared the shit out of me. I’m all for taking control in the bedroom and getting what I want, but Jackson… he needs it. If he isn’t in control he can’t handle it.
Mike straightens his posture and brings his fists up. “I didn’t see that coming…” He groans.
I smile, launching forward again. I swing my fist and it connects with the side of his face. His head is tossed to the side and he falls on his ass. I pull my gloves off and toss them across the ring. Despite my disgust with Mike, I extend my hand and help him to his feet. He cringes, shaking his head and clasping his stomach.
“I guess this is the reason why I’m on the promoting side of the MMAC.” He jokes, chuckling awkwardly.
“Yep.” I drop his hand and turn from him.
I feel better now and I’m ready to finish the second half of my training.