Becca’s fight is a week out, which means she’s only doing some light cardio and eating several small meals a day, comprising of turkey, fish, and lots of fresh veggies. Her body is so cut right now, her muscles are more defined and I have every confidence that she’s going to kick ass.
Tomorrow a film crew is coming to shoot some footage for the pre-fight show. I’m pretty excited, but I know it’s messing with Becca’s head a little bit. They’re only doing a short interview with all of us, and mainly recording her doing some training.
I just left a meeting with Gio and Rob. They were both receptive to my security plan for Becca. Her fight is in Vegas and her safety is my priority. I was able to get the plans for the MGM Grand. Marcus and Cobi are coming with to provide extra security.
We haven’t seen Cal around the studio since the last time he was there, but I’m not sure what this guy could be capable of. Becca’s dad has shown up a couple of times but Gio handles him. I wish I knew more of that story that also involves the old coach. It would help me be better prepared for what could possibly come.
I head over to Reece’s place, where I dropped Becca off. She’s hanging with Delilah, Harley, and the kids today. I wanted her to have one day where she didn’t have to think about fighting or training.
When I reach Reece’s, I park in front and climb out of my car. I hear screaming and laughter coming from the back. I walk around the side of the house and let myself in the back gate. I spot Grant chasing Charlotte with a squirt gun—her squeals of joy make me smile.
Sweet little Jackson tries to catch up, but his wobbly little legs won’t let him. I come around the corner and find Harley, Delilah, Shayla, and Becca sitting on the steps watching the kids.
My heart melts a little because Becca has Delilah and Reece’s youngest, Brandon, asleep in her arms. Shayla and Erik’s boy, Chance, is sitting on his mum’s lap watching his brother as he sprays our Charlie girl with the squirt gun.
Grant is the oldest of the kids, but takes it in stride when the kids demand his attention—especially our Charlie girl, who is infatuated with him, much to her daddy and grandpa’s chagrin.
“Ladies,” I say as I come toward them and lean against the banister smiling down at them.
There’s a round of hellos before I steal Brandon from Becca. “Hey, I was holding him.” She sticks out her lower lip and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, but he told me he wanted me to hold him.” I hug the adorable babe to my chest and listen to his happy baby chatter. The sweet boy reaches up and tries to grab my beard. I grab Brandon’s hand and pretend to eat it while he does an adorable belly laugh.
My Apple watch dings and I see it’s time to feed Becca—shit, that sounds bad, but she’s on a schedule. I hand Brandon to his mom and give all of the women kisses on the cheek, taking an extra second to hug Delilah.
I will forever feel guilty that I wasn’t able to stop the man who drugged and kidnapped her. Then I wasn’t able to keep up with him after the guy caused a major accident—I couldn’t risk it with Del heavily pregnant and unconscious inside the car.
Jack, Reece, and Delilah herself have told me over and over that I was not to blame, and I know I’m not, but there will always be a part of me that will feel that way. She squeezes me and then lets me go.
“Ladies, it’s always a pleasure, but I must feed Ms. McNeal before she gets very, very hangry,” I say, over exaggerating my accent. I give them a bow and they all giggle.
I lead Becca around the house to my car. I help her in and then climb in myself. “Did you have a good time?”
Out of the corner of my eye I see her smile—a smile I’ve never seen before because it lights up her whole face. “I had a great time. They’re all so nice and Harley even asked me some questions about fighting because she’s going to write a series about MMA fighters.”
“That’s great. I knew you’d get on with them. They’re an amazing group of women.”
The rest of the drive back to her place is filled with a comfortable silence. I like that she doesn’t find it necessary to fill the void with mindless chit chat.
I pull up in front of her building and we make our way inside. She’s got the routine down by now and hands me her keys the moment we step on the lift. When it arrives on her floor, I lead her to the door, letting us inside. “Stay here.”
I do a quick sweep and as always find nothing. Becca stands right where I left her in the living room. “Everything okay?”
“Of course. I’ll see you at four.”
She nods. “See you in the morning.”
When I’m home I get my stuff together for the next week. As much as I’m looking forward to spending a lot of time with Becca, I’m also nervous about her safety. Vegas is crazy and there are people everywhere, but that’s why my boys are coming. I need as many eyes as I can get on her.
I have yet to tell Becca that we’re sharing a suite, and she’s just going to have to deal with it. It’s for her safety and I’m responsible for it.
Before bed I decide to hop in the shower. I stand under the hot water, letting the water loosen my sore muscles. The harder Becca works, the harder I work with her.
I think I might be in the best shape of my life. Once I’m finished, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I step in front of the mirror and comb my wet hair back and rub some beard balm on my chin.
I walk through my apartment into the kitchen to make a protein shake. After chugging it down and then tossing the bottle into the dishwasher, I head back into my bedroom and peel off my towel before climbing into my bed.
I’m fucking exhausted and don’t even bother turning the TV on, I just climb under my blankets and pass out.
Becca does a series of kicks and then grabs my arm—in a quick move she flips me to the ground. Fuck, it turns me on that even as tiny as she is, she’s still able to flip me.
I land on my back with a thump, and suddenly Becca is crawling up my body, looking like my sweaty little sex kitten. She leans down, dragging her tongue up my stomach. She stops at one nipple, swirling her tongue around it.
“Fuck, baby, I love your tongue,” I moan.
Becca starts moving again and stops when her face is lined up with mine. I reach up, brushing her hair out of her face. She doesn’t wear it down often, but when she does, I always want to grab it as I kiss her.
She rubs her pussy against my cock as we stare at each other with only inches separating our mouths. Becca bites her bottom lip and makes a soft mew sound that I feel all the way down in my dick.
I reach down, grabbing her hips in a bruising grip. She suddenly throws her head back, moaning in ecstasy as she comes.
My eyes pop open and I’m panting. I look down and my cock is rock hard, leaking precum on my stomach. I close my eyes and grip it—I moan as I begin stroking my dick. I’m so geared up already, that it only takes two more pumps before I come all over my stomach with a guttural groan.
I climb out of bed, clean myself off, and then crawl back, passing right out.
Becca stands in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest. We’re at an impasse, but I’m not budging on this and she knows it—she’s just stubborn as fuck.
“I’m not sharing a room with you.” This time she even stomps her foot and I want to kiss the shit out of her, but she’d probably hit me.
“You are, and I’m not going to argue with you about it. Vegas is too crazy, and I need to be close to make sure you’re safe.” I copy her stance, which just pisses her off.
In all honestly, I think she’s just afraid to admit she’s worried. She’s exhausted mentally and physically, and I want to head to Vegas early, because I want to get her in our suite so she can rest before the craziness starts.
Gio, Rob, and I went over her schedule and it’s intense leading up to the fight—she’s got interviews all day, the weigh-in, and then the fight.
Last night she put together her mix for fight night. She picked songs to get her pumped up, but she wouldn’t let me listen to it, acting like it was some big secret or maybe it is because it is a bunch of NSYNC and Backstreet Boys, and she’s embarrassed—that thought makes me chuckle.