Reward

Chapter 26 - Winning reward

Mike raised his glove, and the arena exploded.

He grinned as the noise hit him from every direction. Someone in the front row reached over the barrier, shouting his name. Another fan held up a phone so close that Mike could see his own face on the screen.

He kept his glove up, letting them have their moment.

A few steps away, Clark's legs gave out again.

"Easy, easy," someone shouted as two officials caught him under the arms and dragged him toward the exit. Clark's head hung between his shoulders, his gloves barely hanging from his hands.

Mike watched them for a second before lowering his arm.

"Mike!"

He turned.

A reporter was already climbing onto the apron, one hand gripping a microphone while a camera operator squeezed in behind him.

"Mike, one question!"

The microphone appeared inches from his face.

Mike looked at it, then at the reporter.

He smiled.

"Only one?"

"Mike, strong finish tonight. People are already talking about your history with Clark's sister. Someone leaked the old story before the fight. Do you have anything to say about that?"

Mike wiped the thin line of blood from his ear with his glove and looked straight into the camera.

"Yeah. I heard about it."

He gave a small shrug. "It happened a long time ago. I came here to fight Clark, not talk about old stuff."

The reporter brought the microphone closer. "But do you think—"

Mike was already turning away.

Mia waited for him at the ropes, holding the top rope up as he ducked through. She fell into step beside him as they left the bright lights behind and headed down the tunnel.

After a few steps, Mike glanced at her.

"Did I handle that well?"

Mia looked at him. "You walked away before he could make it worse."

"Exactly."

She shook her head, but a small smile appeared.

They reached the small preparation room, and Mia pushed the door shut behind them. The latch clicked.

Before Mike could say anything, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her.

Their lips met hard.

Mike caught her around the waist and kissed her back without hesitation, his back brushing the door as she held onto his shirt. The noise from the arena seemed to disappear behind the closed door.

Mia pulled away just enough to catch her breath, her fingers still curled into his shirt.

"You really had to flirt with me during the fight?"

Mike smiled. "You were distracting me."

"I was giving you instructions."

"You looked good doing it."

She rolled her eyes, but she was already pulling him closer again.

He pulled her top up and off. Her sports bra followed a moment later, and her full breasts spilled free. Mike's hands closed over them and squeezed while he kept kissing her.

Mia's fingers worked at his waistband and dragged his shorts down far enough to free his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked him while he sucked on her bottom lip.

Mike turned her around and bent her forward over the edge of the table.

He dragged her shorts and panties down to her thighs in one motion. The wet heat between her legs was already clear. He rubbed the head of his cock against her and then pushed inside with a steady thrust.

Mia let out a sharp sound while her fingers gripped the sides of the table.

He held her hips and started fucking her from behind. Each stroke went deep, and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the small room.

Mia pushed back against him and moaned with every thrust. Her breasts hung under her and swung with the force of his movements.

Mike pulled her up so her back pressed against his chest.

One of his hands slid around to rub between her legs while the other held her breast. He kept thrusting upward into her while she stood on her toes. Mia's head rested against his shoulder, and her breath came out in broken gasps.

He bent her forward again and planted her hands on the table. This time he spread his feet and took her in a standing doggy position.

His hands locked on her waist and he drove into her hard and deep. Mia's red hair fell over her face as she cried out with each thrust. Her legs trembled, but she kept pushing back to meet him. The table shook under them while Mike fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, and the wet sound of their bodies echoed off the walls.

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