“Thanks,” he murmurs, and then takes off toward the bathroom.
Devon
It should be illegal for anyone to be this turned on during training. Shame oppresses all other emotions as I scuttle off to the bathroom like a kid who’s peed their pants, then shut myself in a cubicle.
It was the fire in her eyes that did it, and the way it felt to have her toned legs wrapped around me. Am I going to spring a boner every time I spar with her? Because that’s both awfully inconvenient and fucking embarrassing. The only reason I’m not the laughingstock of every guy here—and Seth’s personal whipping boy—is because she took pity on me and helped me hide my reaction to her. If she’d been repulsed and made a scene, I’d never be taken seriously again. Thank fuck she’s a decent person who isn’t horrified by random erections. In fact, for a moment, it seemed like she was as caught up in the attraction as I was, with a flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with exertion, and a softness to her body that was all about man-woman chemistry.
“Fuck,” I mutter, picturing her blushing that same way as I slide inside her. Just like that, my dick is hard again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I reach into my shorts to adjust it, but the contact sends a bolt of heat shooting down my spine and I groan and wrap my fist around it.
I can’t jerk off in the gym bathroom, can I?
It’s a terrible, disrespectful idea, but I also don’t see how I can return to training in my current state, so I give my cock a lone tug and take my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from making a sound. Shit, I’m close to coming already. With a sigh—and praying like hell that no one walks in—I shove my shorts all the way down, cup my balls in one hand and start stroking. It’s fast, furious, and with no finesse at all, but at this point, it’s a practicality and nothing more. I just need to deal with the problem so I can get back out there.
I return to the mental image of Harley’s face as I drive into her. In my mind, it’s not my hand I’m pumping into, it’s her pussy, and it’s slippery and ready for me. My imaginary Harley plays with her nipples, which are perfect pink buds, and then I’m coming, my thighs trembling as I empty myself. Resting my forehead against the wall, I wait for my heart to stop jackhammering. When it’s calmed, I clean up my mess, pull my shorts back up, and wash my hands. For good measure, I splash cold water on my face.
As I step back into the training area, Jase glances over and narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t approach. He probably suspects what I’ve been doing but doesn’t want to ask because he doesn’t want to think about it. Can’t say I blame him. The new guy, Jimmy, has taken over sparring with Harley, and jealously strums at the strings of my heart. I don’t want any other man that close to her, not unless he’s neutered or already off the market. But given her profession, I guess I’d better get used to it.
For the next half hour, I take my frustration out on the heavy bags, and once I’ve recovered enough to be less ashamed of myself, I wait for a break between rounds and approach her. She’s moved on from grappling and is doing squats. I force myself not to look at her firm, rounded ass because that way lies trouble.
“Thank you for covering for me.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Want to come go-karting with me after training?” I ask. It’s the first activity that pops to mind, and I get the impression it’s the sort of thing she’d enjoy. “My treat, as an apology.”
“No, thanks.” She doesn’t even pause in her squatting to shoot me down.
I clutch my hand to my heart and affect a wounded expression. “I swear, I have the best of intentions.”
She raises a brow, and her eyes dip to my crotch. “Uh-huh.”
Okay, so there’s not much I can say to that.
“Is it me, or the go-karting?” I ask.
“A bit of both.”
I nod. I can respect that. She needs more time to adjust to the idea of us, but she’s definitely attracted to me. I can tell by the way her gaze lingers on my body. Still, I need her to say it, otherwise I feel like a persistent creep.
“You’re not uninterested in me though?”
She hesitates, then inclines her head. “I guess you could say that.”
“Good.” I can work with that. If she’s reluctant, or has some concerns, I can figure out a way to address those. I wink, and open my mouth to say something flirty, but then spot Seth watching us out of the corner of my eye, and instead I jerk my chin at her the way I might with one of the guys and stride away.
Did I leave her wanting more?
I sure as hell hope so.
ChapterFour
Harley
For the rest of the week, I find Devon every time I turn around. Smiling at me, winking at me, giving me that cocksure look that says he knows exactly what to do with a woman when her body responds to him the way mine does. My hormones are out of whack, my nerves constantly on edge. The man is intruding on my peace of mind.
What’s worse is the way I’m coming to admire him. He may be a loose cannon, but he treats everyone well and he’s passionate about MMA. In fact, he might be the only person who trains as long and hard as I do. The difference is that he probably blows off steam with parties and women in the evenings whereas I crash on the couch with Seth to watch TV or meditate in my room.
His flirtatiousness is growing on me too, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the memory of his hard dick beneath me. By the time Friday comes, I’m starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be the worst thing to go to bed with him once or twice. My body is tired of being in a constant state of arousal, and it’s not as if I haven’t had casual sex before. Besides, any loyalty I may have felt toward Thaklaew is gone.
