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Groaning, I closed my eyes and really hated remembering. Millie would also notice the blush that I could feel creeping into my face, but what I did left me queasy.
“You didn’t?” She grabbed my arm. “Oh, Evie. You did?”
I sighed. “It’s not like I haven’t done it before, and it was over quickly.” And wasn’t that the truth. “It got us into the gym.”
As soon as I’d finished the blowjob, Patrick had zipped back up and told me he’d leave passes at the door for Millie and I. I’d felt cheap as he’d walked away, leaving me on my knees—like a whore instead of his fiancée.
Chapter 3 ~ Stryker
SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY eyes and my heart pounded with exertion. I gripped the rope in a loose hold while my feet alternated the landing as the rope turned under them. Coach would count when I first picked up the ropes, but he soon miscounted and gave up. The ropes and the bag were my usual choice of cardio and I could go for hours if I watched my pace.
It also gave me time to think, and remember.
The redheaded beauty had teased my dreams again. I’d woken hard and aching with my legs tangled in the sheets.
Her innocent face behind my lashes, my fist around my cock, and I’d spilled all over my chest within seconds.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My feet continued to pound on the floor as the rope slapped against the mat in rhythm and my dick swelled in my briefs at the dream of her. I didn’t know her name and we’d only been in the same room for mere minutes, but I craved something about her.
I knew I’d go back to Julio’s place. No way would I be able to stay away knowing that she’d be back there. Numerous questions ran through my mind. Was she married? Have a boyfriend? Wanted a boyfriend?
I laughed which broke my concentration as I stumbled over the rope much to the shock of Coach, and my embarrassment.
“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. “I’m done with this,” I added to cover my blunder. “Time for the bag.”
The eyes of others in the gym were on me, they always were but they were interested in that small falter. Like sharks, they circled at the slightest hint of a weakness. I grimaced, they were wrong…they weren’t sensing a weakness. The isolated location of my workout meant that there wouldn’t be any socializing between the other fighters and me. They loved to keep me this way since there was less chance of me saying something I shouldn’t to one of the others.
A quick scan around the gym told me that whatever attention I’d caused had been forgotten as the others continued with their own training.
I reached for the gloves, ignoring a speculative glance from Coach while I tried to get my concentration back. I’d never lost it before so it unnerved me that I’d lost it so easily with thoughts of the woman.
Shoving my hand into a glove, I tightened the strap and as I pulled on the other glove a hush fell over the gym.
My eyes met those of Coach before we both looked across the gym. The strap of the glove dropped from my mouth as my gaze fell on those of my redheaded beauty. She blinked, then focused her gaze on me, recognition, and then fire blazed from her gorgeous eyes.
She quickly turned away to her friend, and acted like she had tuned in to whatever Carter said to them.
Carter, otherwise known as Carter “The Rocket” Stone, was another fighter at the gym. He seemed friendly enough with the others and always keen to spar or offer advice. I couldn’t help the slice of jealousy that hit me at the attention he showed her and her blonde friend.
While Carter showed her friend how to use a piece of equipment, my girl slyly glanced back in my direction and a light blush coated her delicate cheekbones when our gazes collided again.
The heaviness in my chest felt like a fist squeezed my heart while I struggled to stop staring.
Insane.
I took one step toward her, and had Coach step into my line of sight. He hid his amusement with a cough behind his hand. He coughed again. “Better look elsewhere, son.” He shook his head. “The one you can’t take your eyes from is Patrick’s fiancée.” He frowned. “Never known you to be attracted to a woman before, though.”
I raised a brow and waited, knowing what was coming.
“Speculation is that you’re gay,” Coach added, under his breath.
I’d known that because I’d always rejected the whores who were brought to me. They thought I was gay because of it and would try to piss me off by talking about the whores not having the right equipment. I didn’t give a shit what they thought.
“Hmm,” Coach mumbled and ambled toward the bag.
I followed but not before I glanced at her. It was as though I had to know where she was at all times. Carter had her on the cross trainer, and the way her ass moved made my mouth water and my cock rock hard.
