I nodded and watched as Connor exited the bathroom. I glanced around the specialty bathroom that only a handful of patrons were allowed to use in this gym. Connor was the name and the face of the gyms we owned together, and the underground fighting rings we ran, but this, much like my home, had my signature all over it. From the outside, the gym was the classic boxing gym. No frills, punching bags, speed bags, a ring, and equipment, but the spacious bathroom in which I sat belied it all. It was luxury and the only ones granted access were the owners and those who fought with us after hours.
It was like Kayla stated earlier.
The raw mixed with luxury.
The charm and the dark side.
It was me.
Finally deciding to head home, I packed up my belongings. It was well after midnight. I’d had three separate fights that night, and like Connor said, I’d had takedowns in all three, back-to-back. My energy was running on all cylinders that night due to the extra charge I got from having Kayla in my space. Her presence alone had awakened something in me that I’d thought had become a casualty of my growing up.
As I entered my home, I carefully placed my duffle bag on the floor next to the door. I was preparing to carry the rest of Kayla’s suitcases up the stairs when I looked down and saw they weren’t there. I forced out a gush of air, pissed when I realized she had taken it upon herself to carry the rest of her bags up the stairs after I’d explicitly told her not to.
“Stubborn woman,” I groaned as I charged up the stairs. I had every intention on heading to my bedroom, and just ream Kayla out in the morning for not listening, but my legs had different intentions. They ended up carrying me to the doorway of the guest room in which Kayla was staying in. I placed my hand on the doorknob and realized that the door was slightly opened. I pushed the door open slowly. As soon as it was fully opened, I made out her light snores coming from the bed.
That warmth I’d felt earlier started up again. Kay laid across the bed, sleeping peacefully. Her hair had been removed from the bun and though it still remained straight, loose strands spread across the pillow.
My grip on the doorknob tightened and I forced myself not to go in any farther. My eyes roamed over her body as if my very hands were caressing her. Most of her body was covered by the light blanket she slept under, but the outline of her frame was apparent. The dip in the blanket from the curve of her hip had my groin tightening. When my eyes reached her lower half, I could see that her bare leg stuck out from the blanket. It was the same cinnamon color as the rest of her skin and looked smooth to the touch. Her toes appeared uncolored but the shine on them revealed they were painted in a clear polish. Just as my mouth began watering, a small moan escaped her lips when she turned onto her back, exposing even more of her body, as she pushed the blanket from her. The rise in the button-up pajama top she wore revealed a small part of her lower abdomen.
Get your shit together, I admonished myself, pushing a hand through my hair. I stepped back from the doorway, pulling the door shut behind me.
This was Kayla.
I’d spent the last seven years somewhere between being pissed as shit at her and trying to forget her altogether. Now she was in my damn home, at my insistence.
I traveled farther down the hall to my own bedroom. Removing my clothes, I made my way into the shower and my hand immediately went to my already stiff cock. When my hard-on had even occurred was a mystery to me.
I really need to get laid,I thought not for probably the hundredth time that night. As my come spilled from me in the shower that night, I made a mental note to make a date with one of the women in my phone. I obviously had some sexual tension I needed to work out. Maybe once I’d gotten that out of the way, these feelings I was starting to feel for Kay would return to normal.
****
“What the fuck?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as I blinked them open. Stretching out my arm, I rooted around for my phone on the nightstand next to my bed. “The hell?” It was barely six o’clock in the morning, yet I was hearing sounds coming from my living room. I stumbled out of bed, forgetting that I was only dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. I stormed through my bedroom door, still rubbing my eyes as I made my way down the stairs and to the living area.
The only time a woman should be waking me up this damn early is if my cock is in her mouth,I thought as I squinted my eyes to see an image of some woman dressed in spandex leading a group of women in some cardio move. A hand flying through the air, off screen, caught my eye and I refocused. My mouth watered at the sight in front of me. Dressed in a pair of runner’s shorts and a sleeveless tank top was Kayla, sweating and breathing heavily as she easily kept up with the women on the screen. My eyes had a mind of their own when they dropped low, planting my gaze on Kayla’s rounded bottom.When the hell did Kay get an ass like that?I watched as it jiggled beautifully as she began doing jumping jacks, following along. Her toned legs spoke to the effort she put in to keep herself in shape. It reminded me of what she’d said the night before when I asked her about taking the medication. Apparently, she was serious about maintaining a healthy lifestyle. And it was paying off in more ways than one.
My eyes narrowed on her slim waistline that expanded into the curve of her hips. I noted that this was the first time I was really seeing the outline of Kay’s body since she’d been back. The night of the charity event, the dress she’d worn had been slightly form fitting but she’d paired a shawl with it. A flashback of Kay dressed in short shorts and tank tops, even after having major surgery, popped into memory. Kay had never been shy about what she wore. From her hair to her clothing. Something had changed.
“Oh shit!”
Her curse snapped my attention back to the present. My eyes found hers wide, the remnants of fear beginning to recede to the background as she took me in. What had been fear just a second ago, swiftly turned to something else, as those brown eyes darkened. I watched as her eyes lowered from my face to my chest, stopping at the boxer briefs I wore. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip and my chest tightened. That’s when I remembered I was damn near nude. But I wasn’t about to cover up. Something was starting to burn between Kayla and I, and I was quickly losing track of the reasons I needed to do my best to ignore it.
“I didn’t know you were there.”
“So I see.” I sauntered over to the remote that was on the glass coffee table, which Kayla had pushed to the side of the room.
“Sorry about that. I just needed space to workout.”
I clicked the remote, turning the television off. “Not a problem. It’s time for your first lesson anyway.”
“Lesson?”
I tilted my head. “You wanted to learn to fight, right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Since you woke me up, it’s the least we can do at this ungodly hour,” I grunted but turned back when I heard a laugh fall from Kay’s lips.
“I forgot how much you hate mornings.”
