Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2016
â SYNOPSIS â
I live a life most could only dream of. Parties, women, fameâwhat more could I want?
As the undisputed MMA light heavyweight champ, Iâve faced the worldâs toughest men. But, with a single glance, I knew that the five-foot-five redhead with a smart mouth and innocent eyes would be my hardest opponent yet.
Sidney OâNeil isnât my type. While I spend my nights out drinking at the trendiest clubs in town, she spends hers taking care of her sick nephew. She lives for those she loves, and I only love myself. She is nothing I thought I wanted, yet sheâs somehow become the one thing I need.
But what happens when the world is tipped on end and Iâm no longer who she needs?
How do I convince her that weâre worth the fight when all she knows is defeat?
Iâve never lost a match, and I refuse to start now.
But, sometimes, the toughest fight of your life is outside the cage.
Iâm nervous about what Iâm going to say. Iâm not sure how sheâll react or if she will even believe me. Afraid Iâll chicken out, though, so I start talking.
âIâm sorry.â The words were surprisingly hard to get out. Apologizing is not something Iâve done often, and Iâm not even sure I know how to do it properly.
Sidney raises her eyebrows and presses her lips together. I study her face for any indication of what sheâs thinking and notice that her eyes are pink and puffy, like sheâs been crying.
The guilt Iâve recently begun experiencing returns. Iâm sure Iâm the reason for her tears, and the thought of her crying because of me kills. I cup her jaw in my hand before lightly rubbing her cheek with my thumb.
Her eyelids flutter shut and she sighs while tilting her face into my palm. Her reaction gives me the fuel I need to keep going. I pull my hand away, but Iâm not ready to stop touching her, so I grab her hand.
âIâm an asshole, Sid. Iâve always been a selfish prick. Iâve never had anyone care about me though, so Iâve always had to be the one to care about me the most. Iâm used to doing what I want, getting what I want, and taking what I want. I donât know how to care about others.â I scrub my palm over my thigh.
âThatâs not true, Breccan. Iâve seen youââ
I cut her off with a shake of my head. âIâm a virgin, Sidney,â I say solemnly.
A short burst of laughter escapes her mouth, and she shakes her head. âYeah, right, Breccan. Do I have âdumbassâ stamped on my forehead?â She laughs again.
I rush to explain myself. âWell, I mean, not a virgin virgin. Iâm a relationship virgin. I donât know what the fuck Iâm doing here. Hell, I had more finesse the first time I had sex than I do with this whole boyfriend thing.â
Her eyes widen at the word boyfriend, but she only says, âOh.â Then she takes her hand from mine and brings her thumb to her mouth to chew on the nail.
Disappointed at the loss of contact with her skin, I pull her hand out of her mouth and lace my fingers through hers once again. âAfter you left, I went to my favorite club.â I purposely leave the part about destroying my kitchen out. âI couldnât even get out of the car, Sidney. I sat there staring at the people dying to get inside and all I could think about was that I was dying to get out of that life. I donât want to go to the clubs anymore. Iâm tired of that shit. I just want to be with you. Here. On this couch. Eating fucking sushi if thatâs what you want.â
I grimace, and she giggles.
Itâs the fucking truth. Sitting in my car outside of Raw, all I could think about was how desperately I wanted to feel Sidneyâs lips on mine and have her scent in my nose. I would have gladly choked down a pound of that crap if it meant I could go back and undo our fight and what Iâd said.
âIâm sorry I freaked out when you called yourself my girlfriend.â
Her face falls.
I use my free hand to tip her chin up before I confess, âI donât know how to do this. I have nothing to compare this to.â I use my hand to gesture between us. âBut I can tell you that I want you. I want to hear you laugh. I want to make you smile. I want to hold you when you cry.â I run my thumb across her cheek. âI can tell you that I need you. I need your mouth on mine, your hair in my hands, your skin under my fingertipsâ Taking a chance, I lean in and place a light kiss on her lips.
She doesnât pull away, so I continue speaking.
âI can tell you that no one else makes me laugh the way you do. No one else makes me feel stronger than you do. I miss you all the fucking time, Sid. Every minute of the day that Iâm not with you, Iâm dying to see you. My phone dings and I hope itâs you. When itâs not, Iâm always so fucking bummed.â Lifting my shoulders in a shrug, I admit, âIâve never felt this way about another person before, and Iâm fumbling around like a kid trying to cop his first feel in the dark. I didnât realize until tonight that I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to do all the cheesy couple things that people doâwith you. And, Sidney, Iâm really sorry I didnât remember you from the club. I donât know how I could have possibly forgotten you. But itâs not because you are forgettable. Because, ever since you fell down your fucking stairs, I havenât been able to get you out of my head. And I donât want to.â I blow out a breath when I finish and glance away from her penetrating gaze.
â ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.S. TEAGUE â
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesnât have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
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