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  Gloves Off, #3

  L.P. Dover

  Tyler and Kacey have past loves who happen to still be a part of their lives. Kacey saw Tyler with his ex and assumed the worst, but then Tyler found Kacey with hers after she ran off infuriated. Jealousies fire up, but in the end it leads to one deliciously hot night.

  As soon as the door slammed shut, I stood firm with my arms crossed over my chest and my head held high.

  “What the fuck were you doing with Paxton?” he shouted.

  “Don’t you dare turn this around on me, Tyler. I wasn’t the one inviting him into my room with only a towel wrapped around my waist. I’m sorry, by the way. I didn’t mean to crash your party by showing up to your fight.”

  Closing his eyes, he hung his head and chuckled, only it wasn’t a humorous sound. “Of course, you would see it that way.” Lifting his head, he took a step forward, and I countered by taking one back. “When are you going to realize that I want you, and only you?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. You kind of have a hard time showing it when Gabriella’s around. If this is the way it’s going to be, I don’t think I can handle it, Tyler. It’s not easy seeing you with someone you used to be intimate with.”

  When I tried to walk off, he reached for my hand and pulled me close, holding me around the waist. “I understand that, Kacey,” he murmured. “But you need to let me explain. I called Gabriella before the fight, and told her to come to my room after.”

  “Why?”

  He brought his hand up to my face and brushed his thumb across my lips, making me tremble. “Because I knew with her being in my life, it would only cause problems between us. I told her she was my past, and that you were my future. I choose you.”

  He closed the distance between us and I melted against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in tighter. His lips were warm, his tongue hot and demanding as he tasted me … claiming me. However, all too soon he pulled away, holding me in place with his hands on my face, his look hard.

  “Now that you know about Gabriella, I think it’s time you tell me about Paxton. You two know each other, don’t you? The way he spoke to you isn’t the way he usually is with the females.”

  Swallowing hard, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His jaw tensed and he let his hands slip away from my face and crossed them over his chest, waiting while I bit my lip nervously.

  “Yes, we know each other,” I confessed. “Paxton and I grew up together. We’re friends.”

  “Friends?” Tyler scoffed. “Let me guess, he was your high school love?” He said it sarcastically, but when all I did was stand there and not answer him, his glare turned from amused to complete stone. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  Reluctantly, I slowly nodded and hung my head. “It was a long time ago, Tyler.”

  “Did you fuck him?” he growled.

  I nodded again and kept my eyes on the floor. “Yes, I was seventeen years old at the time. He was different back then.”

  “So, basically you’re a hypocrite. I told one of my good friends today that it would be best if we didn’t speak anymore to spare your feelings, but yet I find you in the same situation.”

  Abruptly, I lifted my head and snarled. “I am not a hypocrite. Tonight was the first time I’d seen Pax in over a year. It’s not like you and Gabriella, who had a thing just a month ago. Pax and I stopped seeing each other once he started fighting. That was years ago, Tyler, not just a mere few weeks.”

  “Whatever the situation is, I don’t like him touching you. The Paxton you knew back then can’t be the same guy he is now. He’s bad news, Kacey. I don’t want you mixed up in that,” he argued.

  Sighing, I walked away and leaned up against the door, peering out the glass-pained patio door that led to our private pool. “He’s not like that anymore,” I snapped, glaring at his reflection in the window. “You may not believe it, but I know Paxton. Of all people, you should know that it’s possible to change. If not, then why am I even here? You should be out fucking your whores.”

  If anything I said pissed him off, it was definitely my last retort. Angrily, he stalked toward me and turned me around, caging me in by slamming his hands on the wall. His body pressed up against mine and I could feel the hardness between his legs bulging in his jeans.

  “He may be a changed man and your friend, but I honestly don’t give a fuck,” he growled, his lips only a breath away. “What I care about is you. I don’t like him touching you and I sure as hell don’t like the fact that he’s been inside of you. If he so much as steps over the line, I will put his ass down. You’re mine, Kacey … remember that.”

  His chest rose and fell with his angry breaths, but the second I touched his face everything calmed. Gently, I kissed his lips and smiled. “Does that mean this is mine?” I asked, running my hand over his arousal and squeezing it.

  “You better fucking believe it is,” he grunted, pushing into my hand.

  Unbuttoning his jeans, I bit my lip and shoved my hand inside. Wrapping my hand around his bare cock, I moaned when I felt how hard he was for me. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, closing his eyes when I started massaging him.

  “Be prepared,” he bit out through clenched teeth, “it’s not going to be slow and easy tonight.”

  “Who said I wanted it easy?” I countered. “I’m ready to see what you got, Rushing.”

  Without another word, Tyler lifted me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom. I squealed when he slammed me down on the mattress and covered me with his body, his hands roughly massaging my breasts.

  Groaning, I arched my back and he squeezed harder, pinching my nipples through my shirt. I wanted him inside of me, but when I tried to unbutton my jeans, Tyler snatched my wrists and pulled my arms up over my head, locking me in place.

  He shook his head at me. “No touch. I’m going to be the one to take off your clothes.”

  Slowly, he pulled me up by my wrists and lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra. The deep rumble of satisfaction in his chest vibrated all the way down to my center, driving me completely insane. He smoothed his hands down over my breasts to my stomach and then to my back where he unclasped my bra and threw it across the room. His stare was heated and dark with need, primal and raw.

  I trembled.

  “I’m not scaring you, am I?”

  Shaking my head, I glided my hands up his chest to his face and ran my fingers through his soft, blond hair. “No,” I breathed, biting my lip. “I’m just ready for that cock of yours.”

  A small smile splayed across his lips and it grew larger as he slowly lowered his mouth to my neck. His teeth grazed along my skin, sucking and biting, making me gasp when he bit down too hard. I was going to have marks on my body, but I didn’t care. I fucking loved it. He wanted to mark me. He trailed his lips even lower and I cried out even louder when he closed his lips over my nipple and bit down, sucking as hard as he could.

  “Oh, Tyler,” I groaned breathlessly.

  As he was sucking and kissing his way along my breasts, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, his cock hard and ready against my thigh. I immediately grabbed hold of him and squeezed, starting out slow with my pumps but then doing it harder and faster, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped his lips.

  “Fuck,” he growled low, snatching my wrist.

  He pulled my hand away and ripped my jeans apart, his eyes wild and dangerous. When he said he wasn’t going to go slow, I believed him. There was nothing slow or gentle about him tonight. The adrenaline from the fight and the confrontation with Paxton left him feral, untamed, and I had to admit I looked forward to him taking control.

  Savagely, he gripped the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down along with my black lace underwear, tossing them over the side of the bed. His breaths came out in deep low growls as he stared at my naked body, gliding his hands up my legs and spreading me wide when
he reached my thighs.

  I ran my hand over my breast, down my stomach and to the vee between my legs. His eyes followed the movement like a tiger waiting to pounce. Making one swipe with my fingers, I presented the wetness to him. “I’m waiting,” I taunted.

  Tyler’s nostrils flared. Then he lifted up on his knees with a singular focus, his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock jutting out, taunting me. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and lifted my bottom off the bed. Without any warning, he plunged deep into me with one thrust. Fully seated, balls against my ass, a loud growl ripped from his lips. He wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting hard over and over again.

  The pain was sweet and I’d never felt so full in all my life. I’m pretty sure I came with the first thrust, but I couldn’t be bothered with that now. Locking my legs around his body, I held on for dear life.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he grabbed my arms and flopped backward, bringing me to riding position in under a second. Straddling his waist, I didn’t waste a single moment. Guiding his hands to my ass, I used his chest as leverage and rode him hard and fast.

  His fingers dug into me and he groaned, slamming his head into the pillows. The insides of my thighs were drenched with my need for him. I slid up and down his body easily, enjoying the feel of him getting harder with each thrust.

  “I’m going to come, beautiful,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  That’s what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t expecting what he did next. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back, burying me in the mattress. Bringing my legs up, he held them on either side of me, pushing down behind each knee. Holding me in place, he pounded into me, slamming his hips against my thighs with untamed force.

  I knew he was close when his breaths came out in deep pants as he looked down at me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned.

  I was more than ready. Digging my nails into his back, I bit my lip as the tightness slowly began to spread inside. “Harder,” I moaned.

  He did as I requested and almost immediately I felt the warmth of his release filling me up as I rode wave after wave of my own climax, my body frozen until the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he let go of my legs and lay on top of me. Sweaty skin sliding against each other, he kissed me gently on the lips and then slowly pulled out of me, keeping his stormy gray eyes on mine.

  The tension was gone, but I knew he wasn’t done with me. The night wasn’t over.

  After brushing the damp hair off of my forehead, he held my face in his hands. “Thank you for coming to my fight tonight. I didn’t want to leave you, but I knew you needed your rest. I was worried about you.”

  “It’s okay,” I assured him. “I’m fine now. When I woke up, I knew I had to make it there. It wasn’t the easiest trip though, considering when I got to the ticket counter I told the lady I was with you and she basically laughed in my face. That wasn’t fun.”

  Tyler chuckled, but when I glared up at him he stopped. “Okay, that wasn’t funny, but I know they get that shit all of the time with people trying to get in for free. Next time, you just need to make sure you come with me.”

  I had a feeling next time I would be going by myself once he found out about my secret. As soon as we got home, I was going to tell him everything. I just had to pray he would forgive me.

  Read more from L.P. Dover's novel, Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off, #3). She also invites you to connect with her on Facebook.

  About Tyler’s Undoing (Gloves Off, #3)…

  Through mutual understanding, Tyler’s secret affair with Gabriella Reynolds has come to an end. It’s a decision that not only saves their friendship, but it’s one that will change his life forever.

  For the past couple of years, Tyler Rushing has been known as one of the UFC’s most memorable and sexy heavyweight fighters. Now he has the chance to win the title and claim the fame he so deserves. He has everything he could ever want until Kacey Andrews walks through the door of his gym, wanting nothing to do with him. Keeping his eyes off of her is a challenge; there’s an innocence about her that draws him to her, and he’s not going to stop until he makes her his. Little does he know that Kacey Andrews isn’t a stranger. She’s a part of his world; he just doesn’t know it. It’s a secret she’s worked hard to keep hidden.

  Kacey spent years trying to get away from the fighting world, away from the man who’s hated among the MMA elite … her brother, Kyle Andrews. Unfortunately, she’s brought back into it when Tyler’s relentless battle for her heart wins her over, drawing her in. The only problem is that secrets never stay buried forever. In the end, Tyler has a decision to make, and it’s one that can possibly destroy his and Kacey’s life … forever.

  About L.P. Dover…

  New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

  Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

  Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over eleven novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

  What Once Was Perfect

  Wardham, #1

  Zoe York

  Twelve years ago, they broke up because Laney was leaving town. Now she's back, and Kyle has ten days to make amends—and convince his first love that just maybe she could be his forever love.

  Somehow, he’d bungled this up. That barely scratched the surface of how colossally wrong he’d gone about this conversation, actually. Kyle wanted to press pause and regroup, but Laney was unleashed and there was no going back. It was killing him to hear how much pain she’d held inside for so long, but she needed to let it out, needed to make him hear what he’d avoided as a younger man.

  Realizing that she was spent, at least momentarily, Kyle reached for her hands and tugged her down so she was sitting on the ottoman in front of him. “I ruined love for me too, you know. And I’m so sorry I did that. I shouldn’t have said all of that before, it doesn’t matter. I was just trying to explain why it took me so long to realize that our breakup was my fault. But I know that it was, and I’m sorry that I did that to you. You didn’t deserve it.”

  She stared at their hands, fingers still twisted together. He wanted to do something more, hug her or wipe away her tears, but he worried that she might bolt if pushed too far. His Laney of long ago had been free with her emotions, full of love and passion, easy to rile up, fun to spar with, but also happy to be soothed by lovemaking. It was his fault that this flood of anger was now so foreign to her that she didn’t know how to cope. He’d stolen more than her love.

  Kyle pushed against that regret, shaking his head. He could wallow once she had gone; right now he had some making right to do. “Laney—” his voice was strained, and he cleared his throat. “Sweetheart, you can let it all out. Hit me. Flog me up and down Main Street. I can take it.”

  “I’ve never admitted that before,” she said, her voice quiet. “I thought I didn’t want to love anyone, I thought it was my choice.”

  Kyle took a chance and pulled her into his lap. Twelve years hadn’t changed a thing, their bodies still fit together perfectly, even though she was coiled tighter than a rattlesnake. He stroked up and down her spine through the soft sweater, willing her to relax, until she eased her head onto his shoulder. Inch by inch, her entire body settled into his, and he felt the top layer of
her tension ebb away. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and hoped that the warmth between their bodies felt as healing for Laney as it did for him. She curled her arm across his chest, and with a sigh, relaxed fully. For the first time since she’d arrived, Kyle felt completely comfortable. Exhausted and sad, but comfortable. He’d take it.

  ***

  They sat like that for almost an hour. At one point, Kyle was convinced that she had fallen asleep, but he didn’t want to risk losing the moment, and he couldn’t see her face without shifting. Her head was tucked under his chin, and he didn’t mind, because her hair smelled amazing, an intoxicating blend of honey and some kind of fruit. Thank god her ass was perched high on his thigh and her legs were bent over his other arm, because in the space beneath he had developed a brutal erection. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by cuddling before, except maybe in those first few weeks of dating when they were still working on rounding all the bases.

  He remembered every single day of that spring, the long string of her firsts: Laney slowly peeling off her T-shirt in the barn, then crossing her arms against her chest; her sliding across the bench in his truck, straddling him, grinding her jean-clad pussy against his cock; getting completely naked in a hotel room after the Science Society Formal Ball, wanting to punch a hole in the wall after their only condom broke. Laney had made that night worthwhile anyway, sliding his cock between their bodies, holding herself open, rubbing against the length of him until they both shattered apart. They’d spent the night twisted up in each other, and when Laney wrapped her warm little hand around him in the shower the next morning, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He returned the pleasure before checkout, and two weeks later when he moved into his first apartment, they had an entire box of condoms at the ready.