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“I guess so.” Wiping the tears from her eyes, she asked, “Is that guy always like that?”
“Pretty much, yeah. We don’t get along much.” He knew it was only going to get worse from there on out.
“What a dick.” He raised his brow at her word, and she laughed.
“You get a pass for the weekend.” She smiled, and he couldn’t help the kiss he gave her.
Wolf whistling had him pulling back and shooting the fools a glare cold enough to incite death. If only the ground would open up and swallow them.
“You wanna get changed in there?” He pointed her towards the massage room. She looked towards the door as if begging him not to go anywhere. “I’ll be right here, sugar.”
“She’s a cute one,” Tank said from behind him.
Turning around, he gauged Tank for his meaning. The man had the name for a reason. He was nearly as wide as he was tall. His muscles had muscles. He was a good guy, for the most part, but a total player.
“She is.” Levi agreed.
“Don’t let her go,” was all he said before walking away.
The door behind him opened, so he turned to say something to her when his breath stalled in his lungs. A whistle sounded behind him, and he knew immediately that it was Cam by the laughter that followed.
“Christ, Hayes,” he said. He was fighting between lust and anger at her outfit. Tiny shorts that he could wrap around his hand and have no room to fit anything else. A sports bra that, well, yeah. He could understand how she’d be more comfortable in it. The nail in the coffin was the braid.
He’d never considered himself to be a sucker for a woman’s hair, but god almighty, the fucking braid. It was one of those that wrapped from one side of her head to the other. Perfect. Alluring. He wanted to wrap it around his hand while she rode him hard.
“Levi?” She called his name.
“Sugar?” He hooked a finger into the front of her shorts, pulling her to him. “You trying to kill me?”
She blushed. “It’s what I always train in.”
“I feel you”—boy did he feel her—“but sugar, you’ve never trained with your man before.” Another whistle came from behind them. “Swear to hell, Cam, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ma shut you up!”
She laughed.
“Come on.” She pulled him behind her, going straight for the treadmill. “Warm up first.” She smiled back at him, and he was a goner.
They worked through nearly every machine in the gym. Her wanting to get back into shape, him because Casper rode his ass. Before he knew it, it was nearing nine o’clock, and as much as he hated the idea, he had to get her home.
He finished massaging her leg to help work out any kinks she might incur from her workout. He hadn’t let her work her leg more than what he thought was needed to help strengthen it, but she’d worked the hell out of her core. If she weren’t hurting in the morning, he’d be shocked.
When they pulled up to her house, all the lights were out except the porch light. “Parents go to bed early?” he asked as they made it to her door.
“Sometimes, I guess.” She seemed nervous.
“I’ll be training most of tomorrow for the fight,” he told her.
“Could I come?” She seemed shy about asking even though he’d invited her friend Brett.
“I’d like that.” He spoke softly as she stepped into him.
Leaning up on her tip toes, their lips met, her hands resting on his chest as his moved to her back, pulling her tightly to his front.
Their kiss was sweet, lingering. Nothing he was used to but everything she was. “I’d like to spend tomorrow night with you,” she whispered against his lips, shocking him.
“Sugar.” His tone had a warning. “You’re not ready for that.”
Chapter Eight
