Breaking Beast – Pounding Hearts Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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Taking a turn around the cage, I head back over to check on Rocko. He’s awake and following the finger of the ring doctor.

Waiting until he has a moment, I bend down to him. “That was fucking amazing, brother!”

Nodding his head, he holds out his hand for me to help him up. “Fuck yeah, it was!”

Pulling him up to his feet, I pull him into a hard hug. “Jesus, man, that was one for the highlight reels!”

He nods then grabs my wrist. Lifting it high into the air, he is signaling I am the champ.

Damn, he’s a classy motherfucker, but that’s how it is. We just spilled a lot of blood together, you can’t go through something like that without forming a bond.

The announcements are quick, and thankfully the post-fight interview is done in a flash. I need to get out of the ring.

I need to come down from the adrenaline flowing through my body.

The pain is finally starting to show itself in my ribs and face. I took a fucking smacking around.

Dale walks back down the aisle with me. We get to the first row and right there is Christy, my girl.

Motioning to her, I yell, “See you in the dressing room!”

* * *

The dressing room is too full of people for me to get any alone time with Christy. She’s close to me the entire time though. The doctor does a quick exam to ensure I don’t have a concussion or anything serious. Thankfully, all I really need is stitches and rest.

I can do the first, but not the second one anytime soon.

When we are finally alone in the parking lot, I hand my keys over to her. “You drive, Legs.”

Grinning at me, she doesn’t even give me a moments pause as she rips the keys out of my hand.

“Fuck, do you have a driver’s license?” I ask as I plant my ass in the passenger seat.

Shit, I’ve never sat on this side of the car before—it’s odd feeling.

Giggling at me, she turns the engine over. “Sure.”

I swear I’m forced back into the seat as she pulls out, squealing the tires. “Christy, don’t fucking kills us.”

* * *

Two hours later we’re pulling into the garage. Fuck, I never get used to having people shoving big ass needles into my face. That might be the reason I don’t have tattoos, needles creep the fuck out of me.

Groaning, I pull myself out of the car and head for the open door of the house. Muffin is sitting there, looking at me with annoyance. She doesn’t like me coming home this late. It’s way past her snack time and more importantly her bedtime. She likes her routine. So there she sits, giving me the look.

Kneeling down in front of her, I give her a hard hug and then scratch behind her ears. “Sorry babe, had to go make a living tonight.”

She forgives me as she always does by giving me a big kiss on the cheek. Yep, she loves me. Of course she will forgive me, I’m her boo.

Standing up, I set my bag on the counter in the kitchen, next to my wallet and keys. I look over at Christy. She’s getting a snack down from the cabinet for Muffin. I can’t keep my eyes off the way her ass tightens as she stands on her tiptoes to get the bones down.

Fuck, that ass looks so good right now.

Tilting my head to the side, I hear a good healthy pop, then I tilt it to the other side. Yeah, I won’t be resting any time soon.

Walking over to where Christy is standing beside Muffin, I say quietly, “Thanks for driving me and taking care of me at the hospital.”

“It’s no problem. Driving the car was way worth any hassle.”

God, she drives like a fucking speed demon. It’s sexy but freaky as fuck.

“Tonight was a good night, I just earned my highest paycheck yet. I owe you for helping me stay focused on the fighting and keeping me on the right track with my health.”

“Well, you certainly showed it tonight, Alex. I’ve… I’ve never seen a match like that, or at least not with someone I care about in the ring. Was it really that big of a paycheck?”

“Legs, I just made two point five on it. Yeah, I could retire if I wanted to right now.”

Eyes wide, she asks, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Wow.”

Walking up to her, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it towards the bag on the counter. I grin at her. Just because I took most of my aggression out in the cage doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about earlier in the dressing room.

Watching her ass reminds my cock just how bad it wants to be buried between her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asks, backing away from me.


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