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 accidentally 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 Blake 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 explained 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 splatters out on the  mat and he stumbles back at the blow.

My skin is prickling with anxiety as I watch Blake  send another jab that hits his opponent on the side  of his head. The way Blake 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 Blake’s blows.

The referee calls out the match and raises Blake’s  hand. Blake smirks as everyone cheers from his  victory. But I just stood there, staring at him,  wanting to give him my own congratulations 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.

the  ring. His long angry strides reach beside me in a  couple of seconds.

his fingers around the  bone of

 Blake pulled me inside an empty room. It looked  like

to face him. Seeing

are you doing here and what the F*ck are  you wearing!?” He blasted removing

feeling stupid for coming here now.  Maybe

called me Ley, I would’ve come  over.” He

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

 lighter as I realize he was right. Didn’t I learn from  earlier with Peter? He must’ve

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

whispered looking up at

finishes  unpleased. He was right. I hadn’t even noticed the  staring, I was too busy gawking at

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

enhancing my  firm round butt. I was at least thankful that I had

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

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

did you get this?” I whispered as I

get quicker. The sensitive flesh in  between