Spent - Part Three (Bad Boy Fighter Book 3) Read Online Free

pumped, fierce, and looking incredibly sexy as he prowls towards his adversary. I look on, pride swelling up within me, as I watch the powerhouse that is my boyfriend pummel into Andreas, clearly outmatched.
    Luke jabs and dodges, dancing and stepping, his jaw set and eyes locked in focus. Then, as if he had grown tired of the game, Luke ends the fight quickly with a precise and impressive right hook against Andreas’ jaw, knocking him to the floor in one clean blow. Noise erupts amongst the crowd instantaneously.  
    I’m trying to be one of them, and look for the exaltation they feel at seeing the fighters clash and the victorious emerge, but my wiring is broken. The violence and the shouting feed my anxiety and I slink back down into my chair trying my best to block out the cacophony. I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply and focus on something simple and relaxing, like the memory of the way Luke’s body wash smells when I’m laying on his chest.
    Strong hands grip my shoulders, quickly disrupting my thoughts. My eyes fly open, only to see concerned hazel eyes staring back at me. Luke smiles, soothing me, and in his gaze, the crowd around me seems quieter somehow.
    “You okay?” He asks.
    I nod my head, incapable of a verbal response. How he managed to get out of the cage and walk all the way to me in a matter of moments is beyond me, but I’m glad that he did. Glancing around, I notice that the crowd appears to be in just as much shock as I am. Traditionally a fighter would stick around to soak in the process of the victory.
    “Lets go home, baby.”
    “You need to be back in there.”
    “No. There’s no disputing I’ve won. The only person who matters now is you. Everything else is just formality.”
    His words and his smile are the only motivation I need. Quickly, I grab my things and stand up. Luke wraps an arm around my waist and leads me through the crowd. Onlookers watch us, likely crafting all sorts of fantasies about how Richards is a man who picks random women from amongst the crowd to reward himself for his wins. I don’t care what they think or say, because I know that in the end, I’m the only woman ever going to be in Luke Richards’ bed.
    Luke and I make it through the press of his fans and out to the parking garage just in time before a panic attack takes hold from all of the excitement. It isn’t until we’re outside, away from the chaos of the arena, that Luke allows his arm to drop away from my body. I immediately feel the loss of his comforting hold, but I laugh when I notice why he moved away.
    “You didn’t even take off your gloves before leaving the ring?”
    He rips away at his gloves with his teeth, grinning against the material, “I saw a damsel in distress. Had to save her.”
    I roll my eyes, “Why thank you, my knight in shining gym shorts.”
    “Anytime, m’lady,” Luke winks as he takes off both of his gloves.
    “You’re ridiculous,” I giggle.
    “If it makes you smile, I’m happy to do ridiculous,” he adds as he wraps his arm back around my waist, his spare hand holding his gloves.
    When we arrive at my car, Luke steps ahead and opens the passenger door for me. The cute grin stretched across his face, on top of all of his sweat and muscles glistening against the sunlight, makes me want to jump him right here in the parking lot. After our fun with the ice cubes, Luke’s patient care, love and and protection, I’m noticing I feel a little more open to his touch. And truth be told, I could really use some release of my own.
    As I climb into the car, I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Frowning, I retrieve it, wondering who would possibly be calling me on a Sunday afternoon. My eyes widen when I see the name on the caller ID. Between our kinky night and Luke’s fight today, I had forgotten about Detective Sloan’s email. Quickly, I answer the call.
    “Hello?” I mutter into the device as Luke gets into the driver’s seat.
    “Miss Hendricks?”