5 Rounds: An Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance (The Fight Game Book 1)

It feels like my body is operating on its own accord because I still can’t make sense of the fact that she’s kissing me. This whole night has been a clusterfuck of emotions, and I think it’s taking a minute for my brain to catch up. But the one thing that’s undeniable is the fact that I’ve been hard for Remy since the moment I saw her at the bar. I’ve seen her in skirts for work, but I’ve never seen her dressed up like she is tonight. I damn near lost my mind when I looked across the bar and saw her in this tight little dress.

I wasn’t going to do anything about it, though. I wasn’t even going to approach her tonight. I was content to just watch her in her element, tipsy and happy and having a good time with her friends. I realized that I only ever see her serious or angry—but happiness looks sexy as fuck on her. I just wanted to watch her a little bit.

But then that asshole put his hands on her sister, and I couldn’t not get involved. People might think I’m a womanizer but one thing I will never fucking allow in my presence is any sort of disrespect or violence against women. Or anyone I care about, really, but especially a woman like Hailey who doesn’t seem to see the abuse for what it is. I am nothing if not protective of the people around me.

I also felt a thrill of pleasure when I saw Remy about to step in just before I did. I’ve known that she’s fiercely loyal to the people she loves but it’s another thing to see that she really would’ve thrown down with a grown ass man for her sister, consequences be damned. If I wasn’t so furious at that shitbag her sister calls a boyfriend, I may have sat back with a drink to watch her hand that guy his ass.

I was impressed, and that feeling multiplied tenfold when Sabrina joined the evening’s events. Remy had no obligation to help me get rid of her, but fuck, am I glad that she did. That girl has been nothing but a headache since the very beginning. Yeah, she was good in the sack, but from the first time she tried to convince me she didn’t want anything from me, I could tell there was something off about her. The fact that she couldn’t leave me alone when I broke it off with her and kept ‘accidentally” running into me in the city was just further proof that my gut instincts were right. I really thought I was going to have to get a restraining order at some point.

I like to think Remy helped me out because she felt some respect for me tonight, too. Not just because I helped her sister, but also because I managed to make her feel comfortable around me with that ridiculous assumption game we played at the bar. Maybe she’s finally starting to see that I’m not as much of a bad guy as she always thought I was. Maybe she’s realized that I’m not just a selfish bastard, but a loyal and protective one. The same way I’m starting to realize she’s not as bitchy as I once thought she was—she just comes off that way when she’s defensive. But whatever it was that opened her up to helping me, I felt instantly grateful the second she straddled my lap. Grateful… and other things.

I knew she was only doing it because Sabrina was standing next to us but holy shit did she feel right in my arms. I couldn’t help tugging her closer any more than I could help the fact that my breathing sped up when she started whispering in my ear. I tried so hard to see if there was any part of her that was enjoying the closeness as much as I was, but I had no way to tell while Sabrina was still there.

I thought I got my answer when she kissed me on the street. I thought she was acting on the heat that I know she felt between us at the bar. And goddamn, did that heat explode when she kissed me. I’m not typically a huge fan of kissing—it feels more intimate than a lot of other sexual activities—but in that moment, it was all I wanted to do. I couldn’t get enough of Remy’s lips. I felt such relief that she was feeling the same things I was. And when she pulled away and told me she only did it because Sabrina was watching, that relief morphed into anger and humiliation on a scale that I’ve never felt before.

But by the time we got back to the house, I managed to calm down enough to realize that it couldn’t possibly be all in my head. I couldn’t be the only one feeling the sexual tension between us. And even if it was purely physical, even if Remy still didn’t like me, I knew she wanted to give in to this thing between us. It’s been growing for days, probably years—we just didn’t know what it was because we hid the truth with our verbal sparring.

But no more. No more dancing around this tension. No more hiding behind sexual innuendos, or pranks, or condescending digs. By the time she pushed into the house, I had decided she was going to have to make a decision: either admit she felt it too or reject me to my face.

I needed her to make the first real move. Not only because she’d been drinking but mainly because I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to show me that she needs me just as much as I need her. And now that she’s kissing me, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.

It feels like there are currents of electricity running through my body. Right now, as my hand is curled around her throat and I’m nipping her jawline, she’s running her hands up and down my lower back. Energy emanates from every place she touches me. As I hit a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, she digs her fingers into my hips and presses herself tighter against my body with a moan.

I growl as the motion causes my dick to get even harder than it already is. My jeans are cutting into me and I’m already past the point of feeling uncomfortable. If I don’t get my dick out and inside her soon, I think I might actually lose my mind.

But even in my feelings of horny desperation, I want Remy to come first. I need her to come first. I’m obsessed with the thought of her spasming around my fingers, my tongue, my cock. Ever since last night—when I almost kissed her after she came home from the bar—I’ve been dying to know what she looks like when she loses control. Despite my better judgment, I actually let myself jerk off to the thought of her coming on my fingers. And right now, with her under my hands, her pleasure is the only thing I give a shit about.

I lick back up her neck until I’m teasing her lips again. I can still taste a hint of her cherry chapstick, though it’s not as overwhelming to my senses as it was when she kissed me on the street. It’s faded enough so that it’s her natural, sweet taste on my tongue now, mixed with the subtle sting of tequila. It’s an intoxicating combination, and I’m thrown right back into what damn near destroyed me earlier tonight. My head spins with how much I want to touch her, taste her, consume her. I slide my tongue in her mouth with a groan.

She surrenders in my arms. Almost immediately, she begins desperately tugging at my shirt, trying to speed up our dance.

I chuckle and shake my head. ‘Not so fast, Remy baby,’ I tease. ‘I’m going to take my time with this.’ Grabbing both of her wrists, I pin them above her head with one of my hands.

She frowns at my scolding and begins weakly struggling against my grasp. But as soon as I’m kissing her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, she shivers and stops fighting.

‘Good girl,’ I whisper. ‘What’s the rush? We have all night.’

Then, slowly, I begin tracing my other hand down her body. She’s still wearing her little black dress but it’s so tight that it’s not leaving much to the imagination. It’s also cut low enough that her breasts are perfectly in my view, and all I can think about is how I can’t wait to strip them completely bare so that I can marvel in their every detail.

I gently trace the curve of her breast before moving lower, down her side, further still until I finally reach the top of her thigh and the edge of her dress. I begin softly caressing her thigh. I’ll be rough later, but for now, I’m enjoying teasing her with light touches. Then I’m slipping a finger underneath the fabric of her dress, continuing to stroke her soft skin.

I capture her gasp with my lips. I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside, caressing her tongue the same way my fingers are caressing her skin below. I can’t get enough of the fire between us when our mouths collide.

I grab a fistful of her dress and pull it up a few inches. I’m dizzy with the thought of finally being able to touch her, to see how wet she is. It was all I could think about when she was straddling me at the bar. Without a second thought, I grab her panties and rip them from her body. A whimper escapes her, and she drops her head forward as she begins to pant against my lips, her long, wavy hair falling forward to frame her face, adding to her look of dishevelment. I can practically feel her body start to vibrate with need. I move my hand to her thigh and begin sliding up, and I can hear her breath hitch as I come close, so close. But I still don’t give her what she wants.

‘Tristan,’ she hisses through clenched teeth. ‘If you don’t touch me in the next two seconds, I swear I’m going to hit you with that knee you taught us today.’

I chuckle at her desperation, continuing to touch her everywhere but where she wants me to. I stroke the inside of her thighs, her lower belly, sometimes getting dangerously close to her damp heat but never giving her what she’s really asking for.

‘You won’t,’ I murmur in her ear. ‘Because if you do, what will I fuck your sweet pussy with?’ And then just as she groans at my dirty words, I slide my fingers between her lips and spread her wetness along her slit. Once my fingertips are drenched, I drag them up and start lazily circling her clit.

Her groan deepens and she drops her head against the wall, her eyes closing. I continue my assault on her engorged clit, still using a slow pace because I know it’s driving her absolutely crazy.

Once I’m satisfied that she’s accepted this is my game and that she won’t try to rush me again, I push a finger deep inside her. My thumb stays pressed to her clit. I slowly start to push into her.

‘Tristan,’ she whimpers. ‘I—I can’t… it’s too slow…’

Before she’s finished her sentence, I’ve added another finger and quickened my pace. My desperation is also building, and I can’t hold back much longer. I kiss her lips hungrily as my fingers push deeper into her.

She starts trembling, and I know she’s close. I can feel it in her moans. She’s soaked and getting wetter by the second. I can hear the sound of my fingers moving in and out of her and it drives blood straight to my already-hard dick. She’s trying to open her legs further to give me more access—so I can give her more of what she needs. Her body is desperate for release. She’s going to come any second.

And when I bite down on her pulse point, she does.

She gasps as her orgasm hits. Her body begins spasming, and I tighten my grip on her hands above her head to keep her from falling. I continue pushing in and out of her. Through her waves of pleasure, I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers, over and over again, making me groan as I marvel in the feeling of her.

Eventually, I feel her body stop shaking. I let go of her hands and instead wrap my arms around her waist—I can feel her coming back to herself and steadying her legs. She blinks her eyes open as if she just woke up.

Holding her eyes, I lift my hand to my mouth and slowly suck her taste off my fingers.

“Just as sweet as I knew you would be,” I mutter.

She looks at me, stunned, and whispers a simple, ‘Fuck.’

I chuckle and kiss along her jawline. ‘That was just the first one, baby. Better buckle up.’

She blushes at my words and fists her hands in my shirt, pulling me closer. ‘I still hate your fucking guts,’ she murmurs before pulling my mouth down to hers.

I smirk against her lips. ‘I would expect nothing less.’

As she’s kissing me, she starts to unbutton my jeans. ‘Remy…’ I growl. I try to knock her hands away since this is my game to play, but she’s adamant now about what she wants. She’s already pushed my jeans and briefs over my hips enough that she can now free my dick. I groan as she wraps her hand around me.

 ‘My turn now,’ she whispers against my lips. And before I realize what she’s doing, she’s sliding down the wall to kneel before me.

I brace my hands against the wall in front of me and gawk at the sight below me. There’s something so provocative about this woman at my feet, made even better by the fact that she’s now wedged between my cock and the wall.

She wastes no time licking the pre-cum from my tip. I hiss at the sensation, already failing at trying to hide from her how much she’s affecting me. With a final smirk thrown my way, she covers me with her lips.

It doesn’t take her long to work her mouth down my shaft, inch by inch, until I’m balls deep in her throat. She doesn’t even flinch, just pulls back to the tip and then dips right back down until my length has disappeared in her mouth again. She tightens her lips around me and sucks hard as she bobs forward and back.

‘Fuck, Remy…’ I grit through my teeth. She’s way too fucking good at this.

She ignores me and continues her furious pace, moaning every time my hips twitch and I drive deeper into her mouth. It almost seems like she’s forgotten I’m here, like the only part of me that she’s focused on is getting as much of my dick in her mouth as possible. The thought makes me want to come on the spot.

It registers in the back of my mind that Remy is very, very far from the prude I once thought she might be.

After only a minute, I realize I can’t take any more. Her mouth is just too fucking perfect. ‘Enough,’ I snarl, stepping back and pulling her to her feet. I barely recognize my own raspy voice. Her body is pressed tight to mine, my arm automatically wrapping around her back, and I’m once again reminded of how easily she fits against me. ‘If you keep doing that we won’t get to the fucking part.’

She ignores my comment and instead grabs my hand, pushing it against her warm cunt.

‘Feel how wet that just made me,’ she purrs against my lips. And I do. She’s drenched. She’s even wetter now than when she came on my fingers just a few minutes ago.

Did she really just get that turned on from sucking my dick?

Fuck. I am so fucked.

I suddenly have zero interest in teasing her or taking things slowly. I walk into the living room, pulling her behind me. Games and fun are over. I need to fuck this girl before I lose my mind.

I spin her to stand in front of me at the edge of the couch. With her back to me I place a hand on her stomach, pulling her flush against my chest. The other hand grips her hip possessively. I nip at her neck, loving how she shivers at my touch.

‘I’ve been thinking about bending you over this couch all week,’ I growl in her ear.

Before I lose too much of my head, I pull a condom from my pocket and toss it on the armrest. I’m just about to push her down when she grabs the foil and twists her head to show it to me.

‘I’m on the pill,’ she says matter-of-factly. ‘And I hate condoms. I also know you’re religious about using them, which means you should be clean. I am too. We’re not using one now.’

I blink, stunned. But she’s waiting for my answer, so I nod, once—and then swallow nervously as I realize just how badly I wanted to fuck her bare.

I take the packet from her hand and chuck it across the room. And before she can say anything else, I grab the back of her head and push down, folding her over the armrest.

She catches herself with her hands and automatically pushes back into me. I groan as she rubs her ass against me. But I feel like I need to regain the power in our dynamic right now, so I step back and drop a slap onto her exposed ass cheek.

She yelps in surprise, then immediately spreads her legs a little wider, pushing her dress further up her hips and revealing more of her perfect ass. She’s so horny she can’t even control how her body is reacting to me.

I debate dropping my pants and impaling her right then and there but decide I need to make her come one more time first. I drop to my knees behind her and lick the length of her slit.

And immediately groan when I taste how perfectly sweet—and drenched—she is. Tasting her on my fingers was nothing compared to the experience of dipping my tongue into her. I hungrily trace over the length of her again.

She moans at the contact and buckles, barely catching herself before she drops onto the couch. I grab her thighs in a punishing grip and start teasing her with my tongue.

Fuck, she tastes so good. I could spend the entire night right here behind her. I alternate between lapping at her wet cunt and sucking on her swollen clit, and when I spear her entrance with my tongue, I feel a whole body shiver run through her.

I’m no longer taking my time. We both sense each other’s feelings of desperation and I’m setting a rapid pace to match it. I can tell she’s getting close by the way she’s breathing. She’s panting, pushing her soaking pussy into my face and begging for more friction. Just as she’s about to explode, I press the pad of my thumb against her asshole.

She screams as her release tears through her. She’s shaking, whimpering, as I continue to lazily tongue the bundle of nerves above her pussy. I slowly ease off as I feel her coming back down.

But before she’s fully recovered, I’m already standing and pushing my pants to the floor. I grab her hips and slide in deep.

She gasps at the sudden intrusion—then immediately starts meeting my thrusts, pushing her ass back and begging for more. I groan and drive in even harder.

I can’t stop staring at the view in front of me, at the sight of my dick covered in her orgasm and sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Even with her dress still on, I can see the perfect curves running from her tiny waist to her plump ass. Her cheeks shake tantalizingly with each thrust. I slap one, hard, and relish the sound of her gasp-turned-moan.

“You’re so deep,” she whimpers. I see her hands start to scrabble at the couch, as if she’s trying to find something to hold onto. The vision just makes me growl and hit even deeper. “Oh my god, Tristan.”

I throw my head back with a slew of muttered curses as I feel my release growing in my balls. I knew as soon as she was bent over in front of me that this wouldn’t last a long time, but I still need her to come again before I can finish.

I lean forward until my chest is pressed against her back and my lips touch her ear. ‘Such a good fucking girl,’ I whisper. ‘You take my cock so well.’ My hand slips around her waist and slides down until I’m massaging her clit again.

‘God yes,’ she moans. ‘Don’t stop, I’m s-so close…’

‘I know you are,’ I growl, rubbing her a little faster. “I can feel how drenched you are, how much your pussy is tightening around my cock and getting ready to come again. You feel fucking amazing.”

I let my tongue slide along her neck, nipping her skin and looking for the sweet spot that will make her go crazy. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you? You love how deep I can get, how rough I can take you. I can fuck you as hard as I know you like to be fucked.”

She whimpers at my words, which is as much of an admission as I need that I have her pleasure pegged perfectly. I find the spot along her neck just below her ear that makes her knees buckle again when I bite and suck at the skin. I wrap my other arm around her waist to keep her from falling and increase the furious tempo of my fingers on her clit. I’m craving her release more than I can ever remember wanting it from a woman. If I don’t feel her waves of pleasure around me soon, I might actually lose my goddamn mind.

Suddenly, I’m ready to end this. I move the hand that was gripping her hips up to wrap around her throat. I squeeze. “I need you to come on my cock, Remy. Now. Come for me.”

At my grip and my words, she explodes beneath me. I feel her pussy squeeze me, hard, as her orgasm shakes her whole body. My release is only a few seconds behind hers—there isn’t a chance I would’ve been able to get through the feeling of her coming on my cock without exploding myself. I groan, spilling inside her.

I lean against her back, my cheek pressed to her shoulder. Our breaths are both ragged and I can feel her shaking from the aftershock of her orgasm.

Not wanting to crowd her with my weight for too long, I straighten up and step back. I readjust my pants as I watch Remy out of the corner of my eye.

She stands up and quickly tugs her dress down to cover herself. As she smooths her just-fucked hair, I can tell she’s avoiding my gaze. She’s spent so long hating me that she doesn’t know how to react to this change in our relationship—or what it means.

I don’t know either but what I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, is that I won’t be able to stop after one time. I rack my brain for something to say that can ease her nerves.

‘Remy, I—’ I start, but she cuts me off, finally looking up at me.

‘It’s okay, you don’t need to do that,’ she says quickly. ‘Let’s just… forget it.’

I don’t know if she changed what she was going to say or if she’s telling me to forget what we just did, but before I get a chance to ask, she’s grabbed her ripped panties from the hall and rushed up the steps.

And I’m left standing in shock, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Fuck. Jax is going to kill me.

That’s my second thought after waking up the next morning. The first is that last night was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. My dick is still rock hard hours later from just the thought of Remy’s pussy wrapped around me.

I groan and drag my hand down my face.

I know I should regret it, for a number of reasons. For one, Remy hates me. Giving her a few orgasms won’t change that. For another, she’s basically Jax’s little sister. He never explicitly said I couldn’t pursue her, but that man is insanely protective of her and he is definitely not going to be happy when he finds out what happened. And the last thing I need is any kind of bad blood with my best friend.

But fuck, I couldn’t help myself. This whole week has been one long game of foreplay. In all honesty, it’s probably been years of foreplay, ever since we first met. I’ve never denied that Remy is hot, and even hate is a form of passion. Our sarcasm and barbed insults have only fueled the fire between us. And then after everything that happened last night, there’s not a chance in hell I would’ve been able to say no to her. Last night, I needed Remy more than I’ve ever needed any woman.

I groan again at the memory of what it felt like when we both finally gave in. I know she must’ve been trying to fight the temptation the same way that I was—I could see the turmoil in her eyes the entire time we were at the bar. I know she didn’t want to admit to liking me and I know she would never want to do anything to hurt Jax. But this… thing that’s been brewing between us this week was just too much. I don’t think either of us could’ve resisted when we were finally alone.

And giving into that temptation resulted in one hell of an explosion. I have never, in ten years of fucking, ever had chemistry like that with a woman. It was like we both knew exactly what the other wanted without ever having to say a word. First time sex is usually tame at best, and awkward at worst.

Last night put that theory to shame.

Watching how responsive Remy was to my touch was mesmerizing. It was like I knew exactly what she wanted, and her body would immediately reward me for giving it to her. I’m pretty sure I have her turn-ons pegged perfectly, and I definitely could’ve pushed it last night to expose her true desires, but I was so desperate to be near her that I couldn’t catch my breath enough to think past the singular thought of fucking her into the closest surface. After all these years of winding up the tension between us, combined with the physical closeness in every situation last night, it’s a miracle I didn’t explode the second I touched her.

Although with the level of chemistry that we clearly have, there’s a part of me that worries that might be a possibility anytime I touch her.

I frown at that thought. Fucking Remy once was probably a mistake, but twice would definitely be a bad idea. I might be able to convince myself that last night was a result of booze, the thing with Sabrina, and hate-induced passion, but I wouldn’t be able to explain another night. For so many reasons, Remy should be off limits.

I force myself to accept that fact as I climb out of bed and get ready for the gym. As much as I’d love a repeat performance of last night, I don’t need to overcomplicate things by getting involved with my best friend’s childhood best friend. I need to just write off what happened as a one-time thing that will never happen again. I can’t say I won’t tease her mercilessly for letting her body admit that I was right about her always secretly wanting to be under me, but I can keep my dick in my pants until Jax gets home. I only have one more week with Remy living in my house—surely, I can keep my shit together for that long. After that, we can go back to only seeing each other when there are other people around, where there’s no risk of us accidentally crossing this line again.

By the time I’m done getting dressed and throwing a change of clothes in my gym bag, I feel better than I did when I first woke up. I feel good about this resolution. As much as I shouldn’t have let last night happen, I can keep it from getting worse. I can keep my hands to myself.

No matter how badly I want to bend her over again.

I open my bedroom door to leave, but the second I hit the hallway I realize that Remy is only as far as the other side of my wall. Immediately I’m hit with visions of her smooth skin, her firm ass, her silky brown hair. I remember the way her skin flushed pink after I spanked her, the way the aftershocks ran through her body when she came on my fingers. Her whimpers when the pleasure was too much for her to stay quiet. How tight she felt around me—

I groan as I feel my cock immediately harden. Fuck. I am so fucked.