Fight Dogs (Book 2): Doin' Him Puppy-Style

By Abbey Kypner

Metal weights clack on the exercise machines. Fighters grunt it out in the cage, and the crack of flesh against bone sounds in the air. Casey Mitchells has signed up as a Fight Dog: a hot young stud who will satisfy the most primal needs of his sponsors, in more ways than one. A hot blend of martial arts and sexy studs!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abbey Kypner
• Release date: Mar 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476405032

Abbey Kypner

Abbey Kypner has been writing since she was in grade school. In college she discovered adult fiction and found a love of story-based adult romances.

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Fight Dogs (Book 2): Doin' Him Puppy-Style

By Abbey Kypner

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Copyright 2012

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Doin' Him Puppy-Style

We must've been driving at least an hour.

I can understand the blindfold, even the cuffs that bind my wrists behind my back. What I don't quite get is the bar gag that they'd fitted between my teeth. Damian only chuckled when I growled around that mouthful of latex. At first the most annoying part was the saliva wetting my lips and trickling down the corner of my mouth. But after an hour of sitting in the back of the jeep sucking on the gag, my jaw had begun to ache something fierce.

I'm doing this for Tommy, I tell myself. That makes it easier.

He was asleep when I said my goodbyes. Poor kid wasn't looking good, pale and skinny in his hospital gown. I felt queasy just looking at him... with him lying in that bed it was even more apparent how gaunt and unhealthy he was, and inside I was screaming about how I hadn't noticed earlier. It hurt having to see him off without Tommy being able to talk to me, but he'd needed something to put him to sleep and I wasn't about to wake him. I left a note though, and a couple handheld video games that Damian had allowed me to bring along.

I tussed Tommy's hair and kissed him on the forehead. I'd be gone a year, but all his needs would be taken care of until I got back. I just hoped that he'd survive that long, at least.

The crunch of gravel and sand beneath the jeep's wheels brings me back to the present. Finally, we roll to a stop.

When the door opens a blast of hot desert air hits me in the face. My skin, still cold and dry from the heavy air conditioning, now itches with the blistering sun and the dry air. Someone grips me by the arm and helps me shuffle out of the seat.