The Boxer and his Firecracker
"I can feel your dick pressed against my ass." Jamie gritted out, the words barely made it out of his throat.
"But you love that, don't you." Jett whispered against Jamie's ears.
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"I'll make you fall in love with me sweetheart." - Jett.
"We'll see about that." - Jamie.
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"I bet your dick is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie.
"I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett.
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Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother.
But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules.
Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has.
Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from.
Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire.
Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.