One to Love (One to Hold 4)

“I wasn’t sure you’d come in, since it’s your day off.” She smiled, that dimple appeared, and my tension released.

I walked over to where she sat on the bench, doing my best not to look like I was ready to jump her. “You didn’t think I’d miss our workout?”

“But you’re not training me, remember?”

“I can make an exception in this case, I guess.”

“You guess.” She stood in front of me then, facing me with a grin. Those gel gloves were on her hands, and she was so small and fierce. I wanted to sweep her up and kiss her until she couldn’t see straight. “What happened to ‘I don’t fight anymore’?”

Our bodies were so close, I couldn’t resist wrapping my finger in the ends of her long purple ponytail, giving it a little tug. “I’m not fighting. I don’t fight girls.”

Her eyes flashed, and my stomach tightened. Damn she was sexy. “I’ll kick your ass, Slayde Bennett.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smiled and her eyes darkened.

She punched my shoulder with one of the gel gloves. I barely even felt it. “See that poster? I’m the tiger. Me!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “That all you got, Tiger?”

She punched me harder, still bouncing. “How bout that?” Then she did it again, right, left, right. I caught her around the arms and lifted her, pinning those little fists against her chest.

“Put me down!” She struggled for a second before her chin lifted. Our mouths were a breath apart, and if this was a test, I didn’t give a shit about passing it.

“Fuck it.” I lowered her and caught her face, covering her mouth with mine. All the frustration from last night flowed into that single act, and she let out that sexy little moan as her arms wrapped around my neck.

Mint and sugar were on my tongue, and I moved my hands to her waist lifting her again as our tongues curled together. I wanted to consume that smart mouth.

She gasped and broke away, turning her face. I took that opportunity to touch her neck with the tip of my tongue before closing my lips against her skin.

“Oh, god,” she gasped, before catching my face again and pressing her lips to mine. Our kisses were fast and desperate, almost as if our mouths were chasing each other’s.

My hands fumbled with the edge of her tank until I found her bare skin and slid my palms across it, cupping her lower back and drawing her close to me. From there, my hands moved lower, scooping her up by that fine little ass as her legs went around my waist. She moved against me in a way that I knew was getting her off. Another little whimper, and it was like gasoline on a fire already raging in my chest.

I wanted her so bad, but we were at the gym... We were the only people at the gym. I caught her lip between my teeth wondering what she would say if I—

“Nobody else is here.” She gasped, holding my neck with her gloved hands, pressing her lips against my skin. “Nobody would know.”

She read my mind. Glancing around, we weren’t too far from the men’s locker room. Holding her in my arms, I carried her straight to the metal doors as her lips moved to my ear.

“I dreamed of you inside me last night,” she whispered against my skin.

“Shit, girl, I hope you liked it fast and hard.” I pulled the door open, and we were inside.

Her hands gripped the edge of my tank, helping me whip it over my head. I barely registered the gasp hissing through her lips, and she lightly touched the ink around my neck. I knew what she was seeing, but I didn’t care. Slayer was alive and well, and I was a fool to think he wasn’t.

My hands were under her tank at her sports bra, shoving it up and off. Small, beautiful breasts, a beaded nipple was in my mouth, and she dropped her head back with a moan. “Oh, god, Slayde.”

Her hands threaded into the sides of my hair pulling me closer, and I pushed a hand inside her yoga pants. Her hips fell open as my two fingers slid inside. Another little noise, and I almost shot. Fuck me. She was dripping and clenching on my fingers.

“These pants need to be off. Now.” My voice was a low command, and she immediately moved to obey when a loud voice cut through our moment.

“What is this? Fucking Karma?” Rook was right behind us, and Kenny squealed, pressing her body against my chest.

Straightening, I held her to me, using my arms to cover her.

“Shit,” she whispered, her head tucked under my chin.

“Get the—” My voice broke off as I stopped my instinctive response. I was pissed and ready to shout at him to get the fuck out of here. Only, I remembered the pecking order, and it was very possible I was about to be fired.