THE CHAMPION’S KISS

CHAPTER 002

JAXON:

“No.”

David’s head instantly snapped in my direction, his eyes widening at the sight of me.

The old man with grey beards and hair glared at me, his figure still perched on David. “Hey, boy. Can’t you see adults are busy? Get the fuck out.”

No.

I must be hallucinating. This couldn’t be real.

David would never cheat on me. Never. Not after all we’ve been through.

But as I blinked, seeing him still balls deep into the sixty-something-year-old man, I felt every piece of my heart breaking.

David immediately pulled out from the man, rushing to put on his clothes. “It’s not what it looks like, baby.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek.

It was real. This was no nightmare but pure reality.

Unable to be in his presence, I turned and rushed out of there, but before I could go far, David’s hands held mine.

“Please, baby. I can explain. This isn’t what it looks like.”

I slowly met his gaze, my vision too blurry to see the lies in his eyes.

“You cheated.”

“Baby, please.” He cupped my chin. “I didn’t want you to find out this way. I love you. Truly I do. But… our relationship is getting sour. The spice we once had is gone. You weren’t giving me the satisfaction I wanted.”

I stepped back in shock. “W–what?”

He dropped his hands, ruffling his hair. “We just need an open relationship. I love sex. Rough, hard and constant sex, but you don’t provide that. Our needs are different, but our love is true. Don’t worry, I’ll let you choose any man you want to sleep with. I have plenty you would love to taste—”

The loud sound of my palm to his cheek stopped his rambling.

I glared at the sex addict, anger mixing with my pain.

He had said it. I wasn’t enough for him. He has been cheating for a long time now; that's why his constant pleas for sex have reduced drastically in the past few weeks. He had been getting it from other men. Older ones, apparently.

I roughly cleaned the tears that fell freely.

“Fuck you.” I cursed, walking away, ignoring his call for me.

The noise swallowed me whole the second I burst back into the crowd: laughter, shouting, and bloodthirsty cheers as they shouted the victor’s name.

Looking around for the exit, it was nowhere to be found.

At that moment, it was like the entire building began closing all around me.

I made a move to retrace my steps to whence I came but collided with a rock—no, a body that was so hard my chin almost snapped.

I staggered back, breath knocked clean out of me.

I looked up, and holy moly.

He was… beautiful.

Not in a polished way like the men I was used to but rough-looking and real. Sharp, chiselled jaw with a cleanly shaved beard, perfect thin pink lips, and vicious black vines that looked like they’d been carved into his skin rather than tattooed that stretched from his bare chest all the way to the tanned skin of his face. His eyes – they were the greyest I had ever seen, and they were locked onto mine. Unreadable.

For a split second, the noise died.

“JAX!” David’s voice sliced through, breaking me from my trance as every muscle in my body locked instantly.

David emerged from within the crowd, standing a few feet away, confusion etched across his face.

His eyes shifted, and I followed his gaze to see he was staring at the strong hands of the stranger. His arm was wrapped around my waist, bringing our lower bodies almost to the point of contact.

An evil thought crossed my mind, causing a cruel smile to appear on my lips. I mouthed ‘fuck you’ to David, grabbed the tattooed stranger and smashed my lips to his.

My glare remained fixed on David as my lips moved against the stranger who remained frozen, his lips hard and unresponsive.

Then suddenly, he kissed me back.

It was my time to be frozen as his lips danced against mine.

His hand came up to my jaw, forcing my face higher and closer to his as his tongue slid into my mouth.

When he pulled back, I was totally breathless and wide-eyed.

I took a step back, but his hand tightened around my waist.

“I never expected my victory gift to be a kiss.”

I was about to apologise and explain my reckless action, but when David stormed toward us, fuming like a flaming dragon, I instead hugged the stranger, keeping close to his warm and sweaty body.

“What is the meaning of this, Jax?”

“Leave,” the stranger stated coldly.

David scoffed. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“It does now.”

“He is my boyfriend.”

“Not anymore,” I hissed. “We’re done.”

The confusion in David’s eyes transformed to anger. “You slut. Jumping to another man so easily. You’re mine and no one else’s, whether you like it or not.” He made a move, but suddenly, three hefty men out of nowhere blocked his path.

“Get out of my way, I need to get to my boyfriend.” He struggled to get past, but with a flick of the stranger’s wrist, David was hauled out.

Noticing the eyes around me, I suddenly grew conscious. I never wanted to attract attention, especially in a place like this where ‘they’ could find me, but here I was, in the arms of the champion of the pit fight.

I stepped out of his hold. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have involved you. I need to leave.”

“I don’t accept apologies given so easily.”

I looked up.

A slow smile curved his lips. “You stole something from me tonight,” he said softly. “My first kiss with a man.”

Heat crawled up my spine. Damn, he was a straight man.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Then stay,” he interrupted, eyes dark and unreadable. “One drink. That’s how you apologise.”

It doesn’t seem like a request.

I nodded. Anything to get my mind off tonight's event.

We agreed on one drink but then turned to two, then three, and I lost count.

Hours blurred past, and when I blinked, I was on a soft bed, and wet kisses trailed down my chest.

I gasped as he swallowed my length, my breathing ragged.

“Ah, please.” I found myself moaning.

All I could see were the black vines and heavy muscles dancing above me as my entire body burnt.

Lips touched mine; soft but a little reckless. A wet tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance. I arched my body closer to feel more of the heat emanating from the body.

“Fuck me. Please.” My body burnt hotter as his fingers played with my inside. I wanted to rip his finger off and replace my hole with his cock, but the world felt like it was moving, my vision too blurry to register anything. “Please. Be gentle.”

I let my eyes fall shut, the exhaustion finally crashing in. The world softened, sounds melting into silence as he finished. I felt the bed shift as he lay beside me.

The last thing I registered before sleep was his arm resting lightly at my waist and soft snores.