Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 31


    There’s a loud roar from the two men beside me. I  winced and elbow my way until I reached the  front.


    “Hey watch it spongebob!” A girl snapped as  I identally stepped on her foot.


    “Sorry!” I shout over the loud roar of the crowd.  She rolls her eyes and sets her attention on the


    fighters.


    I look at the ring and gasp at seeing ke fight for  the first time. Red gloves wrapped around his


    hand, the color of blood. Ironically that was exactly  what he was drawing out from his opponent,


    blood.


    Sweat glistened down his body and I found myself  licking my lip involuntarily. I knew he worked out a


    lot and that exined his sculpted muscles. But  what I didn’t know was the dragon tattoo that was


    carved on his shoulder.


    It made him more attractive than he already  was.He threw a punch at the guy’s face, hitting


    him square on the jaw. Blood stters out on the  mat and he stumbles back at the blow.


    My skin is prickling with anxiety as I watch ke  send another jab that hits his opponent on the side


    of his head. The way ke moved with so much  elegance, confidence it was mesmerizing.


    The way he expertly avoided his opponents jabs  looked like he was born to do this, like he had


    rehearsed this for hours. He looked beautiful. I  couldn’t look away, watching him with awe as he


    continues to push the guy to his limits until he  knocks out from one of ke’s blows.


    The referee calls out the match and raises ke’s  hand. ke smirks as everyone cheers from his


    victory. But I just stood there, staring at him,  wanting to give him my own congrattions that


    wouldn’t be appropriate in this crowded area.


    As if sensing my stare his head quickly snaps to  where I am standing. I see his blue eyes widen in


    surprise before it quickly turns to anger as he  scans my body. Oh crap he’s mad.


    I squirm as he drops his hand and gets out of the  ring. His long angry strides reach beside me in a


    couple of seconds. He doesn’t speak, only moves


    one of his gloves to wrap his fingers around the  bone of my wrist.


    The crowd parts as he pulls me away further from  them. I could feel their curiosity and res as  ke


    pulled me inside an empty room. It looked  like where he got ready judging by his clothes  scattered on


    the bench.


    He ms the door roughly with a bang and locks  it. The noise from the crowd is now faint. I turn


    around to face him. Seeing the heated fury in his  eyes has me shifting from foot to foot. I open my


    mouth to speak but he’s quick to cut me off.


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    “What are you doing here and what the F*ck are  you wearing!?” He sted removing the other  glove


    and throwing them somewhere in the corner  of the room.


    “I-I-i needed to see you, I couldn’t sleep.” I  stuttered out feeling stupid foring here now.  Maybe he


    didn’t want me here.


    He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “You  could’ve simply called me Ley, I would’vee


    over.” He scans my body and his blue eyes ze  back with rage.


    “There are many sick bastards around tonight that  wouldn’t think twice in doing something bad to  you.


    Didn’t you think beforeing here dressed  like that?” He snaps and racks a hand through his  damp


    hair.


    I flinch from his words, my face going a shade  lighter as I realize he was right. Didn’t I learn from


    earlier with Peter? He must’ve noticed the moisture  in my eyes because his eyes soften considerably.


    He sighs andes closer until we were but a  breath apart.


    “Do you know how much I wanted to punch the  men around you tonight? They looked at you like  you


    were a F*cking snack.Ready to be devoured. It  took every bit of my control to not go ballistic on  them.


    And you know what angered me the most?”  He questioned through clenched teeth.


    “What?” I whispered looking up at him.


    “That you hadn’t even noticed.” He finishes  unpleased. He was right. I hadn’t even noticed the  staring,


    I was too busy gawking at ke and the  way he moved elegantly. He always had my full  attention,


    never others.


    I feel ashamed that I hadn’t thought to wear  something less revealing. My thin pajama shorts


    were hugging my figure like a glove, enhancing my  firm round butt. I was at least thankful that I had


    chosen to wear a jacket.


    He sighs and side steps me to walk over to the  bench. I turn around to look at him. He was angry  with


    me. I didn’t want that. He plops down on the  bench and takes a towel to wipe off his sweaty  face.


    His back faced me and it leaves me to openly stare  at his tattoo. I stride over to him and reach over to


    brush a finger across the tattooed flesh. He  stiffens, then shivers when I start to trace the  tattoo. It


    was beautiful and suited him well.


    “When did you get this?” I whispered as I  continued to trace the beautiful art.


    “Last month.” His tone is husky and I could visibly  see his breathing get quicker. The sensitive flesh in


    between my legs throb at his tone. I find myself  pressing my thighs together in an attempt to stop  the


    tingling.


    He then turns around which resulted in my hand to  drop from his skin. He looks up and before I could


    think pulls me forward until I straddle hisp. He  smirks and gives me the towel. “The least you  could


    do is wipe off the sweat for me bambina.”


    I smile. How did we get from him arguing to now  flirting? “You know, you stink.” I teased wiggling  my


    nose for emphasis as I wiped off the sweat on  his neck. I watch the sweat roll down his  neck,down his


    chest until disappearing in his  shorts.


    I gulp, feeling the urge to lick his body. I wanted  to taste him. It was like ke had heard my inner


    thoughts because his fingers dug into my butt as  he pulled me directly on top of his harden cock.


    I freeze as I instantly get a shback of earlier  when Peter pinned me. He senses my unease and  is


    quick to remove me off his hardened cock.”Shit  sorry Ley, I wasn’t thinking shit.” He apologizes as  he


    sets me on his thigh, away from his cock.


    I shake my head to get rid of the image. I needed  to remove the feeling of Peter’s hand on my body.  I


    needed ke to remove Peter’s lingering  presence on my body. I wanted him to make me  forget.


    I throw the towel on the bench and push myself  back on his still hardened cock, all the while  staring


    into his piercing blue eyes.


    This time I do not get the shback, instead I’m  making a pool in between my legs at the feeling of


    him pressed into my core. The only thing  separating us is the thin material of our clothes.


    “Ley?” He asks in confusion. But he doesn’t make  an effort to remove me instead he grips my butt


    until I was sure he left a mark.


    His eyes scan my face, looking for any signs that I  was ufortable. But I wasn’t and judging by  the


    way my body was reacting to him, I knew he  would be the only one to make me forget.


    I reach for one of his hands. He looks at me  curiously as I bring the hand forward. Then he  widens his


    eyes when I press his hand in between  my legs, right where I wanted him.


    “I want you to make me forget.” His eyes darken  when those words slip out of my mouth.