Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4)

Immediately, I turn away, afraid he’ll catch the bright scarlet blush on my cheeks and know that I was just ogling him like pervert.

“Not till eight,” I croak out.

“What was that?”

I clear my throat and take a deep breath. “Not until eight,” I repeat more clearly.

“Alright,” he says and I turn back around to catch him frowning at me again. “Let’s clean up, and have some breakfast, then I’ll give you a lift.”

Chapter Six

Alex

Ass, ass, and ass. Fuck, I’m a schmuck.

A total schmuck. How else can I explain why I’ve stayed two steps behind Christy the entire time?

I have longer legs, more stamina and a shit ton more experience running. She’s not truly that damn fast.

But that damn ass.

I’m a horrible man for not being able to stop looking. She is really well put together; long legs, juicy ass and a nice set of tits on her. That she is healthy, and her face is more attractive than I care to think of, just puts her into the realm of fucking insanely hot. Fuck.

Did I let her win? Nah, I just didn’t want to go so fast that my view wasn’t as good. Besides, I was being the good guy. I was watching to make sure no one bothered her and that she had the correct running form.

Yeah, even in my head that sounds like a jackass thing to think.

Pulling my shirt up and off my body, I wipe the sweat coming down my face. I may be sweating because I have been working out but that isn’t the only reason I’ve been perspiring.

As we head into the garage, I have to slap myself mentally.

I need to get my head out of my ass… and hers. She’s a baby, like she just turned legal baby. I doubt she has had a single thing in her life that was truly hard or difficult to deal with.

Walking through the garage, Muffin bumps happily into my leg and she has her big goofy grin going on. Normally, I drop her off then head back out for a half loop but today I figure I can skip my full run. I have a guest after all.

“Come on, baby,” I say as I dig my fingers into her fur and give her a good ear scratching. “Daddy’s going to get some water for ya.”

Woofing, she rushes through the door and into the kitchen.

Glancing back, I nod my head at Christy. “I got some water for you too, Runt.”

Stopping, she looks at me with definite annoyance. “Did you just call me Runt?”

“Sure, soon as you can keep up with us you move up to girl.”

Her eyes widen with dismay. “Oh my god… I…”

Laughing at her reaction, I walk through the door and head over to the fridge to pull a large jug of water out. Taking two bottles out as well, I toss one to Christy as she enters the room.

Only two ways it’s going to go with that, either she drops it in a fumble or she catches it.

Snapping it out of the air, she growls out a, “What the hell?”

“Just testing your reflexes.”

“Great, did I pass the test?” she asks with what I think is sarcasm.

Not really sure though, it’s hard to tell with teens these days.

“You didn’t drop it.”

She actually did pretty good, she’s got good movement. Fuck, it also helped that her chest jiggled a little when she grabbed it, but that was just an added benefit.

Fuck, I’m such a creeper. If she was maybe five years older…

Dammit. Instead of checking her out, I should be protecting and watching out for her.

Dumping out Muffin’s old water, I fill her large water dish with fresh, clean water. Putting it up on its stand, I give her a good scratch behind the ears.

“What time do you have to be at work today, again?” I ask.

Looking towards the clock, she says, “Eight.”

“Alright, cool. I’ll drop you off there and then I’ll head on to the gym for conditioning.” Heading back to the fridge, I start pulling out eggs, bacon and cheese. “You hungry?”

“I guess.”

Nodding my head, I walk to the island and start getting my pans down to make breakfast.

Not sure how much she wants to eat, I ask, “How many eggs? Three or four?”

She laughs. “Are you kidding? I can eat maybe one. Two, if I’m really stuffing myself.”

“You’ll need to increase your intake if you plan on going further. Protein will help you rebuild after a punishing day, and it helps you prepare for one as well.”

“Um… Sure. Two please, and I’ll eat some bacon.”

Nodding my head, I start warming the burners. “How do you like ‘em? Sloppy or neat? Want cheese?”

“I’ll take whatever you do. I’m going to go get ready for work.”

Dropping in ten eggs, I start scrambling them up.

Today marks the three-week point until I step into the ring to defend my middleweight title. As I cook, I start mentally planning my training for the day.