Billionaire's Escort - Page 582

The endorphins were going through Jet's body at that moment, and that would prevent him from feeling any pain. He's proud, I can tell, and driven to push the limits of every fight. I was spent just from watching him and unsure of what was going through my man's mind at that moment. He was strong, handsome, and in control of his destiny. I turned to look around at the crowd screaming for their king of the ring, who just won yet another fight. He had just won the nationals, and he was sitting pretty right on top.

“The winner of the nationals for tonight's fight is Jet! Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner!”

The crowd went wild, and Jet's team rushed into the cage to congratulate him. I tried to ignore the fact that Katie wrapped her arms around Jet in a tight hug.

I turned to Julie, who was grinning, and she hugged me hard. “Congratulations, girl, your man is on top.”

“Yes! I guess that means you are grabbing the loser for that pity fuck.”

Julie laughed. “You got it!”

I looked back in time to see Jet leaving the cage and heading back to the locker room. When he caught my eye, he grinned and winked at me.

There was no after party after the fight that time, even though Jet could probably have used the booze. His body looked a wreck, and it always amazed me how these fighters were willing to do those things to their bodies for the sake of being a fighter. He was in a lot of pain from the fight, and there was bruising popping up everywhere. I wanted to touch the bruises, put my mouth against them and make him feel better. I did not like the look of his bruised and battered body. His opponent definitely looked far worse than he did, however; no one ever seemed to get out of a fight unscathed.

I watched silently from backstage in the locker room as his family went up to him and congratulated him on his fight. I didn't think that it was my place to stand over there with him when he was having time with his family. I didn't want to interrupt, especially with his father there. Everyone was gushing and his mother was fawning all over him about his injuries. Moms were like that; she could still be beaming with pride over her son but the thought of him being hurt in any way probably broke her heart. I giggled as I watched everyone hugging him. Despite their problems, it was obvious they all loved each other. His father patted him on the back, and although he remained straight-faced, he didn't say one bad thing about the experience, and I could see that Jet was beaming with pride. He must have loved that his father made the effort to come.

I headed over and kissed Jet on the cheek, saying hello to his family. They were thrilled that Jet and I were finally together. I knew his dad had been less than impressed with me coming to dinner that one night as just a friend, even though it really should have been obvious to everyone that night that Jet and I were never just friends. When they left, I began trying to massage the soreness out of Jet's body. I kneaded his skin roughly as he groaned with my effort. I pushed my knuckles deep into his muscles, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up in his body. I could feel knots all over his body, and I almost wished my mother were there to take care of him. She would do a far better job than I could. She was a truly talented massage therapist; she understood the body and she had a gift for creating healing where no one else could. For her it was definitely a calling. I wish I had developed that same talent in

order to help my boyfriend more.

“Maybe you should go see my mother tomorrow; she will fix the knots far better than I can. She really is the best in town, and to be honest, you need all the help you can get.”

He laughed. “No, your hands are what I need.”

I smiled. Standing behind him, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard him say. He talked to me in a way that made me feel like a queen, that no girl would ever take my place.

“Oh, is that right?”

“You have no idea. Your hands make me feel amazing in more than one way.”

I blushed as I watched Julie approach. I knew the ways in which he was talking about, and I enjoyed those ways just as much as he did.

“Congrats there, Jet, on the fight. You put on a pretty good show. How are you feeling?”

“Thanks, Julie. I feel pretty roughed up, but that's all part of it. At least I won.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for inviting me. By the way, how well do you know your opponent?”

We all laughed together. She laughed about taking him home for some pity sex, and Jet said the guy would probably be in too much pain to participate. I loved Julie, and couldn't wait for her to find a man. He would be one lucky guy, that was for sure.

“Okay, I'm heading back to the apartment, are you sticking around here for a while?”

I nodded. I wasn't sure what Jet was up to, but I would tag along with whatever he was doing.

We waved as she disappeared from the locker area.

“Julie is a pretty cool girl; I like her.”

I smiled. “Yeah, she's the best. She makes me laugh so hard. I really think she was serious about the pity sex.”

He laughed.

“So how come you didn't want to go out and party with everyone? You could probably use a stiff drink right now.”

“’Cause I feel like a disaster and I can't think of anything that I would rather do than hang out alone with you tonight. Besides, you can do more benefit to my body than any painkiller could.”

I giggled. I loved the way that he talked to me, but what I loved more was the effect that I seemed to have over him. My body, my hands, and my words--he seemed to live off of them all, and it made dating him that much more exciting.

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