tonight?" Fox asked him, his arm going around my shoulders again as he tugged me close to his side, that whole possessive asshole streak to him coming out to play.
"I'm headlining, sweetheart," Tats taunted. "They like to save the best 'til last."
Tatum scoffed. "No chance of that because I'm up before you. You're more like the filler at the end of the night."
"No fucking way," I gasped in excitement, looking at her with wide eyes. "Are you gonna kick ass up there in that cage for real?"
"Sure am," she agreed.
"Who are you up against?" Fox asked Tats, and I swear to Christ they were both flexing.
"Someone who calls himself Pyro," Tats scoffed.
"You want a real opponent instead?" Fox offered and I froze. No, scrap that, I melted. Because the idea of Fox getting up in that ring and going all wild dog with his shirt off and his body gleaming with sweat was all kinds of intriguing.
"So the rumours are true? The Harlequin prince likes getting his fists wet?" Tats asked, a smirk on his lips as he sized up my man, looking excited about the prospect of that fight.
"Jesus, I'm about to choke on all the testosterone flooding this room," I muttered, pretending to swoon against Fox's chest and he caught me with a snort of laughter.
"Don't you want me to fight?" he asked, sounding disappointed.
"Err, where did you get that idea?" I asked him. "Do you seriously think I would have any objections to seeing you up there shirtless and sweaty, fighting like a motherfucker with your body all oiled up as you roll around with another dude who-"
"There's no oiling up," Fox said, rolling his eyes at me and I huffed.
"Way to ruin my fantasy, Badger. Maybe you can ask around and see if there's a bit of oil going spare anyway?"
"Oooh, then we can film it and make a viral video," Tatum suggested with a giggle.
"Yes! How do you guys feel about doing this naked?"
Fox shoved me playfully while I laughed with Tatum, but I was pretty certain I had him close to convinced on this, so I wasn't giving up.
We all moved away from the cage as another fight started up, finding a spot at the side of the room where we could hear each other a little easier as the drinks began to flow. I mean, mostly they flowed my way because the others were keeping a clear head for their fights, but I did a damn good job of drinking their share alongside Tatum's other boyfriends.
When the time came for Tatum's fight, I was officially half cut, but the buzz I had going was of the best variety and I was front and centre to watch her as she climbed up into the cage in a sports bra and shorts combo which kinda made me crush on her. Damn she had legs for days. I couldn't wait to see her roundhouse a bitch with those things.
The fight was brutal and Tatum fought like a motherfucking badass, throwing her opponent around the ring and taking her own hits like a pro.
I was screaming her name the whole time and when she dropkicked the bitch she was fighting to the ground, I swear I tore my own throat open with my triumphant screams on her behalf.
Tatum headed for the cage door as it was unlocked, swiping blood from her face as her guys hurried around to congratulate her, but before I could follow, Fox caught my waist and spun me to face him.
"Wish me luck," he said in a low voice, making my eyes flick up over his shoulder to the neon board which was announcing the next fight. Big Bad Badger vs Lord Squiddington.
I grinned at the name he'd picked out at my suggestion and Fox caught my chin in his grip as he drove me back against the wire of the cage.
He leaned in and my lips parted automatically at the promise of his kiss. "When I win, I want a prize from this mouth," he growled, his voice somehow reaching me above the roar of the music. "Will you give it to me, baby?"
I licked my lips slowly as I held his green eyes, my skin tingling at the contact with his and a nod making my head bob up and down without my permission. I was pretty certain he was asking for a kiss, but I couldn’t help but imagine what else I could do with my mouth for him. And