Acostado En Boxer Novels & Stories

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

I just then opened my eyes when I felt Franco sitting from behind me and because he is a big kind of man, he was able to immediately cage me in between his legs. And when he was sitting properly behind me already, he immediately wrapped his hands around my waist just to pull me closer to him until I just felt my back hit his bare and hard chest. The hem of his t-shirt that I was wearing was wet already and I think that the boxer shorts that he was wearing right now are also already wet. The bathtub is so big that is why both of us are fit. "Does it still hurt, baby?" Franco softly asked while caressing my stomach.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

He’s already laying waiting for me in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers, with one arm behind his head and the other on his taut abs. He’s still healing, but most of the damage is gone. His perfect skin will be marred with silver scars though, but I am sure it will make him look even sexier. I walk over to him and straddle him, causing him to suck in a breath through clenched teeth. “Xiomara Costas. Hmm, that just rolls off my tongue, just like everything about you,” he says, grabbing my hips and I can feel his cock growing hard underneath me. I’m not wearing anything, so I can feel EVERYTHING.

I really didn't want him to do this but I couldn't tell him to stop. Ace's body guard didn't seem fazed so why should I be?. Who am I kidding? I'm going to always worry about him. "Give me your jacket" I mumbled as he turned around, sliding his tux jacket off. He took his tie and shirt off to give him more movement and flow. I'll never get over how perfectly sculpted his body is. I felt my heart pound as he stepped into the ring, in just boxing shorts and shoes, his hands wrapped after getting changed.

“What!?” I gasp, grabbing the magazine and lifting it up, reading the headline and realizing that the other half of the cover is, of course, a picture of Luca in his boxer’s getup – which, essentially, just means sweaty and shirtless. And, of course, he looks stupidly good with his boxing gloves up by his face, his expression all tough and gritty and determined. But I tear my eyes away from the picture of my handsome mate to read the headline splashed across both of us.

I walked around the ring. "No rules. We fight until death. " I smirked and tossed the microphone aside. I caught a glimpse of Luca. He looked like he was enjoying the show. "What do you say, fucker? " I taunted 'Boxer'. He let out a low growl, clearly irritated. Anger leads to mistakes. He nodded and brought his fists together. The leather arm bands he wore were cutting off blood flow to his hands, but he didn’t seem to care. I moistened my lips and stretched my arms out in front of me.

Asshole. I turn to see the Beta frozen, looking like an underwear model with his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his boxer briefs. They are low enough to see the deep V and happy trail meet. I fully agree with Jax, today is going to be interesting.

Pushed them down along with his boxers. Oh God. He had become more bigger than the last time.