Page 28 of Timber's Girl
Lindy blushes but plays along. "Hmm, sounds interesting… But I warn you, my boyfriend’s a behemoth, and I’m not sure he’d like you flirting with me."
Fuck, I like the sound of her calling me her boyfriend. It’s a paltry word in comparison to my feelings for Lindy, but I’ll take whatever she wants to call me. “No, ma’am. This is completely professional.” I wink.
After we return to the main gym area, I tape her knuckles.
"Now, I really look badass."
What she looks like is fucking sexy. Like she plays rough before fucking the life out of you.Shit. Erase that image.I don'tneed the whole gym to see my damn hard-on. Hiding behind a punching bag, I steady it for Lindy.
"Let me see what you got."
She slams her fist into the bag, barely moving it. "Damn, that's hard!"
“Put more weight behind your punches. Try again.”
We work our way through the gym with me showing her proper techniques and teaching some self-protective measures. God forbid Lindy is ever alone with Dean or some other abusive bastard, but I want her prepared in case I’m not around.
"Let’s take a break,” I say an hour later.
Lindy is breathing hard, unaccustomed to this kind of exertion. Shooting me a grateful look, she sits down on the edge of the empty boxing ring, gulps her water, and lays back with her arms splayed above her head.
"You know as much as Alaska and his staff try to keep this place clean, this thing's been covered with sweat, blood, and who knows what else."
"Don't care." Lindy doesn't bother to lift her head to respond.
I shake my head in amusement and join her on the mat. My girl is worn out.
She warned me when I first asked her to come that she's passed out from working out too hard in the past. Twice. So, I tried to keep things easy. I wanted to push her limits, not harm her.
"Are you okay? Do you feel like you're going to pass out?"
"I'm fine. If we'd kept going, something might have happened since I was beginning to feel dizzy, but I'm good now."
Frustration winds through my body. "You were 'beginning to feel dizzy'? Why didn't you tell me? If I push too hard, you need to let me know."
Lindy sighs, and I can practically hear the roll of her eyes behind her closed eyelids. "I'm fine, Gideon. We stopped. The dizziness is fading. Relax."
"Lindy, if your safety is compromised then I need to know. There's a fine line between brave and foolish." She ignores me, probably too tired to argue, so I let it go, but make a mental note to pay better attention in the future. Now that I’m aware of her baseline and limit, I can adjust.
“Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?” she asks.
“The gym closes for an hour around this time. Most guys go home to eat then come back later.”
Alaska tries to accommodate every type of schedule, so the gym opens at five in the morning and closes at midnight.
"You’re saying we’re alone then." Lindy sits up with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Good, because I've wanted to do this since I walked in and saw you all sweaty and hot sparring with that guy." She moves to hover above my face then kisses me.
Instinctively, I tug her leg over, so she’s straddling me, and run my free hand under her loose tank, enjoying the feel of her squishy belly before I move higher. A slight gasp escapes when my fingers feel under the sports bra for her nipple.
I wonder if she’s going to stop me from going further, but Lindy presses harder into me as our kiss intensifies. The heat of her cunt a torturous temptation on my dick.
Little wisps of curls escape her ponytail, tickling my face and catching on my beard the longer we make out. They tease with their featherlight touches, and I imagine those caresses tickling over my entire body.
She rubs her entire front along mine as her hands curl into my shoulder and scalp. The small pain from her little fingernails digging into me is hot as fuck.
I want Lindy’s marks.
I’m hers, and I don’t care who knows it.