Authors: Marci Fawn
Boxer Beast
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F
ight
.
Fuck.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Just another day in the life of River Xavier.
It is a big one tonight, too. Coach Daniels has been running me hard, making sure I am on my best game tonight. After the fucked up month I have had, I’ll be happy to let it all out in the ring. Sometimes I just need to feel the bones crunching under my fists to let it all go… And I feel like tonight might be one of those nights.
I keep thinking of her. Paige. Paige Morgan, with her mouth open and moaning some other guy’s name.
God fucking damn it, I still cannot believe it. My girlfriend of half a year, my longest relationship to date, fucking someone behind my back the whole time.
This is a fucked up situation. It was supposed to be the other way around, surely… Bad boy boxer, a total player, screwing around behind his bookish girl’s back.
But nope, the nerdy girl was the one cheating. Fuck me. I’ll never get over this.
I punch the boxing bag in front of me with gritted teeth. It’s not like I loved her. Nope, not at all. Not like I was going to put a ring on that dainty finger. Not like I’d already picked it out at Cartier.
Fucking hell.
I deal blow after blow until my knuckles feel like they’ll catch on fire. I just can’t stop myself – the rage will never simmer down. It’s boiling hot, and I need to get my feelings out somehow.
Why the hell am I still hung up on Paige? It’s been a month, and God knows I’ve made up for my lack of a girlfriend. I’ve slept around. I’ve fucked every willing girl in the state, probably.
I don’t really need to ask myself that question, though. The reason is always the same, even though the girls’ names keep on changing. Sometimes they cheat, sometimes they break up with me, sometimes I send them running. The reason never changes.
Faith.
Her name is burning on my chest, on the very spot where I’d gotten it tattooed a few years ago. That memory will burn bright forever, even when Faith won’t remember my name any more. I’m sure she’s moved on. I wish I could, too.
“Xavier! Stop that,” my coach interrupts as he walks over to me. “You trying to break those knuckles? You need to be strong for tonight’s match, man.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, finally giving the boxing bag a break. I embrace it with both hands and lean my head against it, trying to catch my breath. “You counting on me tonight, then?”
“You know it.” Daniels grins at me. “500 bucks. Getting me a hot tub if you win.”
“And what if you lose?” I grin at him. Daniels always bets on me, and even though I’ve had a winning streak, there’s always a small chance I might not prevail in the ring. And I know Daniels’ wife gets a prize every time I lose, because she hates her husband placing bets.
“She wants her mother to come visit.” Daniels grimaces. “One whole fucking month.”
“Ouch, man.” I give him an apologetic look. “I’ll do my best, then.”
“You better!” He slaps me on the back and launches into a long talk about my opponent. I’m only half-listening, my thoughts still stuck on the two women, Faith and Paige. Paige, who fucked me over, and Faith, who pushed me away. One of these fucking days, I’ll be brave enough to speak to Faith again. One of these days, I swear.
It’s not like I haven’t tried over the years, I think bitterly. I’ve texted, emailed, called, even showed up on her doorstep a few times. She would never see me, and her dad had to send me packing each time. Damn shame that is. Always knew Faith was the one for me. Too bad she hasn’t realized that just yet. But she’ll get there…
“I’ll be back for you at quarter to nine.” Daniels gives me a serious look and I nod gravely, pretending I’ve been listening all along. Really, how much could I have missed? It’s the same shit, over and over again.
Fight.
Fuck.
Sleep.
Repeat.
I sigh and get back to practicing when Daniels leaves. I’m not supposed to strain myself too much, and I make sure to follow the rules. My thoughts are somewhere else entirely, but I’m sure I’ll be ready to go as soon as I step into that ring. I have to be, otherwise I’ll get my ass beat.
Two hours pass like nothing, and soon enough, coach is back to get me. Into the ring I go.
He leads me outside of the gym, through the changing rooms. I can already hear the voices of the spectators, shouts, boos, and some people calling my name. My blood is starting to pump through my veins faster and faster, adrenaline rushing through my body. I’m going to win again, I realize. I always have these moments before the matches where I realize whether I’ll win or lose. Guess today is a good day for me.
“Make me proud, man.” Daniels claps me on the back and pushes me forward. I step outside with my hands up in the air and the crowd goes wild. I’m what you might call a public sweetheart – I know I have my fair share of fans. I also know I could fuck any one of those girls in the front row, raising their banners for me to see. We’ll see what the night brings…
I flash a grin at the fans and climb up into the ring. My opponent is one who’s beat me before, when I was just a rookie starting out. His name is The Bomb, and he holds true to that name. He doesn’t fight too rough, but when he gears up for his big attack, it’s like a bomb laying waste to his opponent’s body. Thankfully, I’ve studied him. I know his cheap tricks, his weak spots and his strengths.
I lock eyes with my opponent and I flash him a smile. He’s a hulk of a man, but then again, so am I. I’m ripped as fuck, my broad body inked to the last inch. I know I can take Bomb. I know I can beat him. I know I’m a fucking winner.
The bell clangs, signaling the start of the round, and I roar into action. Forget that ‘save the best for last’ crap. I’m going to fucking destroy this guy as fast as I can. And I bet it only takes me one round.
In moments, I have a death grip on the guy. I see the mist descended on my vision and I’m fucking ready to go. He resists, he fights back, but I’m in top form tonight. There’s no beating me, and the Bomb knows it. He’s struggling. I’m going to fucking humiliate him.
But not before I have my share of fun.
I let go and the crowd goes wild, knowing I’m playing a game of cat and mouse. I let Bomb come at me, duck away from him and tease him mercilessly. I deal a punch here, a blow there. I’ll fucking destroy him, but not before I rip his dignity to shreds.
I’m an animal. And just like a beast, I have no mercy. I have no feelings. All I want is to hurt, destroy, damage, wound. I’m in it for the win, and I’ve had enough of the game. Now, I want to taste something else… Sweet, sweet victory.
Oh, and this guy’s blood.
I beat the Bomb into the ground. It takes mere seconds, and the crowd goes wild. I’ve redeemed myself. I’ve made sure the guy will never forget who humiliated him. I’ll make sure the public remembers me as the winner and forget all about that first fight where Bomb beat me.
I’m declared the winner, my hand raised in the air. The crowd goes wild, including Daniels who barges into the ring and starts shouting some shit about his new hot tub.
Jesus fucking hell, this is why I do it. The rush. The madness. The pure, crazy adrenalin making me want to jump right now.
I catch the eye of a pretty eye with glasses. She smiles and looks away shyly.
The hot girls that come with the job… I always was a sucker for glasses.
I motion for her to come closer, and she only hesitates for a second before climbing over to me. She’s wearing Daisy Dukes, her sweet ass on perfect display for me.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I tell her with a devilish grin.
“Hi, I… I’m Candy.” She’s so shy. I’ll have fun breaking her in. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be shouting my name and begging me to make her cum again. “Hi, River. I’m such a big fan!”
“Of course you are.” I grin at her, take her hand and place a kiss on it. She’s blushing. Fucking adorable. “How about we go celebrate, sweetheart?”
“Okay!” she nods eagerly. “Can my friends come?”
She points towards a gaggle of eager girls with wide-smiles on their faces. No more glasses, but they’re all pretty hot.
“I don’t know, Candy,” I say doubtfully. I grab her chin and make her look at me with a serious look on my face. “What are your friends like? Will they play with me, too?”
She’s blushing something fierce now.
“Oh.” She realizes what I mean, and in a second, that innocent look turns naughty. “Yes, River… I’m sure they will…”
“Good.” I grin at her and smack her ass. “I want my prize now, sweetheart. And a fair warning…”
I grab her hair and pull her head back. Her throat’s exposed to my hungry mouth now, her sweet scent filling up my nostrils. “I play harder than I fight.”
She gulps, hard.
* * *
M
y head is fucking pounding
. Oh god, I’m never drinking again.
I get up and wince at the intense pain in my temples. Fucking hell! What happened last night?
I look around, trying to gather myself. Where the hell am I? I don’t recognize this apartment. Judging by the pink cushions on the couch, I must’ve crashed at some girl’s place. I vaguely recall a chick called Candy… Could she be the one?
I look around, but the apartment is empty save for my pounding head and the rest of me. Shit, I need to get my act together. I try to get up and realize I’m stark naked. My ass is getting chilly in the cold air, too.
“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to locate my pants on the floor. I finally spot them next to a closed door, and half-crawl, half-walk over to them.
I’m in the process of pulling my jeans up when the door to the bedroom opens and a pair of long, slim legs greets me. I get up awkwardly, zipping up my pants. “Um, hi,” I mutter stupidly, looking up into a blonde girl’s eyes. “You’re not Candy.”
“I sure as hell am not,” she says with an amused grin. “I do like to think I’m quite sweet, though!”
“Fuck.” I rub my temples, trying to place the girl in my head. She does look really familiar, but I still haven’t managed to remember her. Could it be she’s one of Candy’s friends from last night? I remember she had a few girls with her… Fuck, what did I do? My last memory is of doing body shots off of Candy’s stomach. After that, I’m drawing a total blank.
“Did we…” I look up at the girl desperately and she smirks.
“As if, River.” She rolls her eyes.
“Ah!” I say with a victorious smile. “But you do know my name… So we somehow know each other.”
“Why don’t you solve that puzzle while I make some coffee, stud?” The blonde grins at me and sashays into the kitchen area of the space. She busies herself with the coffee while I groan and drop back down on the couch. I’m still shirtless, but at least my pants are on.
“Are you really gonna mess with a poor man’s head like this?” I ask her miserably. “I’d really appreciate some help.”
“You’ll figure it out,” the blonde says unhelpfully, and I nurse my head in my hands. Fuck, it really is pounding. In moments, I’m sure I’ll have the hangover from hell.
I’m about to give up when it hits me. I jump to my feet, immediately regretting my motion as it makes me sick as fuck. “Sabrina!” I say exasperatedly. “You’re Sabrina!”
“Slow clapping. Imagine it, I’m too lazy to do it,” she says, smiling at me as she brings over a cup of coffee. “Thought you’d forgotten all about me, River.”
“You’ve changed,” I offer lamely. It’s true. Those tits didn’t grow by themselves – she got implants, and her lips and nose done, too, judging by the way I remember her from high school. She was pretty back then, but now she’s too plastic for my taste.
And of course, seeing Sabrina only reminds me of one thing… I guess she can tell, too, because she’s already rolling her eyes. “Go ahead, just ask,” she says with an exasperated sigh.
“Are you still in touch with her?” I take the plunge, knowing I sound desperate as fuck. Yet I can’t help myself. I’ve never quite been able to when it came to Faith.
Sabrina gives me a long, patronizing look. If I didn’t know myself better, I could swear I blush as she scrutinizes me. She’s still staring into my soul when I hear the click of a door and an all-too familiar voice say my name.
“Good morning, River.”
Fuck me.
I whip my head back and there she is, in all her glory. Faith Collins, the be–all, end-all of all the women I’ve ever liked, loved, fucked or kissed. Not that I’ve done all of that with her… Just a few things.
She’s stunning. And I’m not just fucking saying that, she’s an absolute fucking vision. Long brown hair, bright eyes, tall and willowy. Her face is just as freckled as it used to be, and it’s the perfect combination of sexiness and that girl-next-door vibe Faith has always had. She’s just… stunning.
“Faith,” I manage to get out. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Her eyebrows go up a notch in amusement and she stares me down. Her eyes linger on her name tattooed across my chest just a fraction of a second too long, and I can tell she’s remembering the night I got it.
She’s leaning on the doorframe, her arms protectively crossed in front of her body. She’s wearing this silk robe that looks like liquid against her tanned skin, and I want to feel her, touch her so badly it aches.