Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
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. 

he drops his hand and gets out of the  ring. His long angry strides reach beside me in his gloves to wrap his fingers around the glares as  Blake pulled me inside an empty room. It looked  like where 
The noise from the crowd is now faint. I turn  around to face him. Seeing the heated you doing here and what the F*ck are  you wearing!?” He blasted removing 
to see you, I couldn’t sleep.” I  stuttered out feeling stupid  could’ve simply called me Ley, I would’ve 
tonight that  wouldn’t think twice in doing something bad to  you. Didn’t you think before 
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. 
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 whispered looking up at you hadn’t even noticed.” He finishes  unpleased. He was right. I hadn’t even noticed the  staring, I was too busy gawking at Blake and the  way he moved elegantly. He always had feel ashamed that I hadn’t thought to wear 
figure like a glove, enhancing my  firm round butt. I was at least thankful that I had  chosen to walk over to the  bench. I turn around to look at him. He was angry  with 
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 

get this?” I whispered as I  continued to trace  between my 
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 his lap. 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 Blake 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 flashback 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 Blake 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 flashback, 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 uncomfortable. 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.