AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I meet his gaze with an expression of disbelief. “I’ve been sweating all day.”
“I can tell,” he replies, “You smell sexy.”
My finger stops, and I’m trapped in his intense gaze. It sounds corny as hell, but I can’t move while he looks at me in that way.
“You kiss nice,” he whispers, “you didn’t learn that in the ring.”
Fuck, I’m panting like a horny virgin lying in her wedding bed. This isn’t good. I barely know Wyatt, but I know the type. Inside, he’s a bad boy that gives no fucks. The ones that don’t lie about what they’re thinking or try to buy passion with money. I wonder what it would be like to hook up with him. The thought makes my thighs squeeze together. His hand travels along the curve of my ass, and my pussy is going crazy, wanting some serious attention from his fingers. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone. I rarely meet anyone I’m interested in.
Wyatt leans in and presses his mouth against my chest. He watches my eyes as he opens wide and wraps his lips around my breast. He doesn’t give a shit that my top is in his way. He pulls back slowly, moving along the fabric until he catches my hard nipple between his teeth through the fabric.
I whimper as he pulls me against his firm body. I stand between his open legs, and his bulge presses against my bare legs. I wonder how private this room is as I glance around quickly.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you fight,” he says.
I wince. “Last night was a joke.”
He shakes his head. “I saw you weeks ago.” His hand toys with the hem of my T-shirt. “You know how to move. Do you know how much that turns a guy on?”
The shower stops, and we break apart when we hear the curtain move. I have a wet spot on my top but spot a hand-dryer on the wall. The force of the air almost sweeps me away. When I turn around, Bryce stands by a locker wrapped in a towel, while Wyatt has my gym bag on his lap. I don’t dare look at Wyatt. I keep my eyes on Bryce above his chin.
“Good.” Bryce rubs his hair with another towel. “We can start training.”
Wyatt narrows his eyes, first on me and then on Bryce. “What do you mean by training, Bryce? She could teach you.”
I’m thrilled to hear him say that and am almost tempted to hug him. But we have to play it cool. Bryce waves his hand in front of his face as if he can smell our lust in the humid air.
“Astrid has joined the investors club, and as a goodwill ambassador of the academy, I have offered to teach her about money.”
Wyatt shakes his head. “What do you know about money other than spending it?”
“I know when someone is robbing me blind,” Bryce replies coldly.
The silence morphs into thick tension as Bryce and Wyatt stare each other down. It’s another weird example of the relationship dynamic in Stonehaven, and I know all about that shit having attended Monarch. A rough school will teach you all about alliances super-fast.
“Is that makeup on your face?” Bryce asks, curling his lips.
“Fuck you, Bryce. You smell like a pampered girl.” Wyatt tosses my gym bag down on the bench, and a second later, I hear the door slam. I realize that Wyatt has left me alone with Bryce, who is only wearing a towel. There’s only one door out of this room, and he isn’t fencing me in again.
“Wait for me outside,” he calls out as I hurry to the door, “we have to talk.”
