I rushed to the door, waiting for her to come down the stairs. My dick came to life when I spotted her at the top step, looking so different in her casual wear. She wore some leggings with an oversized T-shirt. Cozy, yet still breathtaking.
Damn, I've got it worse than I thought.
3: I Could Teach You
Lisa's P.O.V.
The abandoned warehouse came into view as I drove in, causing me to doubt I was in the right place. It made sense though, since according to Liv, this was all very secretive. I got out of the car, feeling a little too exposed as I walked up to the large man at the door. I recognized him as one of Liv's friends and immediately felt better.
I think his name was Carter.
"Hello Lisa, so happy you could join us. Liv and Lucas are inside already. Hurry down. Her fight is about to start," he said as he opened the door behind him for me to enter.
"Thanks," I barely muttered as I walked past him into the poorly lit warehouse.
I was almost tempted to extend my hands out to make sure I hit nothing, but decided I'd look too much like an idiot in a place like this. I followed the thunderous sound of the crowd, and booming music, to some steps that led down. When I reached the top, I could see the door being held open by none other than the Viking himself.
Davis looked hot as hell as he leaned against the door with his arms, and ankles crossed. Those arms were so big, I wondered what it would be like to be wrapped in them. When our eyes met, everything went still. It was like the world stopped, and all I could hear was the thundering of my heart. I froze for a moment under the gaze of those blue eyes.
“Glad you could make it. She's starting now. We better hurry, so you don't miss it.” His extended hand made me pause, wondering if touching him was the best idea.
I stared at it for a moment before slowly placing my hand in his. His hand was powerful, callused, and large, but what I loved about it was how gently he held mine with it. With muscles like his, you would think he wouldn't know the definition of gentle. The heat that radiated off his hand warmed my numb, skinny fingers in an instant. I was sad when he let go of me, tempted to reach out and grab it again.
I stood beside him as I watched Liv dancing around the ring. Davis’ eyes were boring into the side of my face as he stared at me, but Liv captivated my attention fully.
Liv was like a dancing fire as she spun and twirled around her opponent. She dodged every punch like she knew it was coming and where it would hit. Her fists were small, but caused enough damage to make her opponent fall at her feet. It was only a matter of minutes before they announced her the winner. All I could do was stare at her in awe. She was what I aspired to be—strong and powerful.
"Pretty amazing, isn't she?" Davis asked me, causing me to turn and look at him.
"She really is. I wish I knew how to fight like that."
"I could teach you if you like," he offered, catching me off guard.
"Really?"
"Yeah, give me your phone. I'll put my number in and you can text me when you're free, or when you want to start." He held his large hand out as I fished my phone out, letting him save his number.
I had lost the card he gave me with his contact information the last time I saw him. I felt bad about it, but I knew if I really needed it, I could have asked Liv for it.
"Let's go congratulate our winner." He smiled at me as he handed me my phone back. He had a really kind smile, one that made you forget his intimidating physique. His hand grabbed mine again as he led me towards the back.
I locked my eyes on his broad shoulders, which parted the crowd as if he was Moses and they were the Red Sea. Everyone moved for him the moment they saw him—oozing respect for the man. Lucas wrapped Liv in his arms as they tenderly kissed. The sight brought both happiness and envy for what they have to my heart. Mostly I was happy for them, happy that my little brother could finally find joy in his life again.
I did envy what they had, knowing I would never get that. Chris was a nice guy, and I was sure he would make a nice husband. It was just weird. It felt as if we were having to do everything backwards since we would marry one another without knowing each other. The fact I was only doing this to protect Lucas from dad, didn’t help the feeling.
"You were so great, Liv. I see why Lucas enjoys watching you fight," I said with a smile, having let go of Davis' hand the moment we were in front of them.
"Thanks." Her lips stretched into a bright smile, somehow swooning my heart despite never being attracted to a woman. She was absolutely beautiful when she smiled like that. "I wasn't sure how you would feel after you saw me. I was worried you wouldn't like it."
"Are you kidding? I fucking loved it. I want to be you when I grow up, Liv."
She laughed like I said the most absurd thing, even though all I did was speak the truth. Liv was strong, physically and emotionally. She stood up to her abusive father, beat the shit out of him as she spoke her truth.
Maybe one day I could do the same. Sadly, Dad was a proud man and a powerful one at that. If I ever beat him up, he'd throw me in jail in a heartbeat. With my dad, I'd have to use a different approach to beat him.
"You're older than me, Lisa." She giggled.
"Yet, you're more accomplished."
