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I ran to the edge of the ring, as Connor spat something my way. A bloody mouthpiece landed at my feet.
“Cheap shot,” he snarled.
“Sorry,” Aiden chuckled. “I’d already sent it.”
“Yeah well you could’vepulledit a little halfway, right?”
Instead of hopping down, they extended two gloved hands my way. I grabbed their wrists and let them pull me up.
“Wow,” I swore, stepping through the ropes. “Whatisthis?”
“A bloody boxing ring,” Connor snorted.
“Yes, but—”
“We set one up from time to time, in some of the houses we stay at,” explained Aiden. “It’s a fantastic workout. Plus we get to rid ourselves of pent-up aggressions.”
“And we get to punch Elliot,” Connor pointed out.
“That’s true,” Aiden agreed, “although he does punch back pretty hard.”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
I turned around, and suddenly realized how ripped and deliciously sweaty they were. They were pumped and shirtless, their bodies so slick they looked oiled up. I could see the peak and valley of every single muscle, from their yummy abdominals to their ripped, striated backs. Connor even had two little dimples just above his ass, right where his smooth Irish skin ended at a pair of red silk shorts.
“You uh, want to take a picture or something?” he teased me.
I bit my lip and did my best not to blush. That would’ve looked too guilty. “You wish.”
“Wish what?”
“That I was even the slightest bit interested in you giant pair of sweatballs.”
The two of them exchanged a glance that said neither believed my lie. I stopped biting my lip, wondering what shade of red I was now.
“We could always shower,” Aiden suggested. “If we’re too sweaty for you.”
“Aye,” Connor said. “You could shower with us if you wanted. I could use someone to wash my back.”
Shit.Now they were calling my bluff.
Instead of answering I wrinkled my nose at them, then waved an arm around the room. “I can’t believe you had someone build a whole boxing ring in here.” I giggled.
“Why?” Connor shrugged. “Some arseholes build whole tennis courts in their yard. Basketball too. Is this so far-fetched?”
“I— I guess not.”
The guys were leaning against the ropes now, peering back at me carefully. Aiden tiled his head back and shot water into his mouth from a squeeze bottle. It was a bit awkward, still wearing his gloves. When he was done he swung the bottle underhand and tossed it my way.
“Here.”
I caught it somehow, then wiped it down with my towel.
“Might want to finish that for me,” he smiled. “You’re gonna need it.”
“Why?”
“Because Elliot’s coming home with six different brands of pregnancy tests, that’s why.”
