Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“If I tried that, I’d probably get bopped in the face, wouldn’t I?” I whisper to Remy.
His lips quirk, but he doesn’t confirm my suspicion.
“How long can he do that for?” I ask.
“A while.”
It’s hot, almost humid in this part of the gym. I unzip my jacket and shrug it off. I recognize one of Griff’s shirts draped over the bench next to us, so I drop my jacket there.
“Take ten,” Underhill shouts.
Griff’s shiny-headed coach nods to us.
The serious, focused expression on Griff’s face morphs into happiness as he turns away from the speed bag and spots us.
“Go on.” Remy nudges me forward. “Say hi first.”
I sprint the short distance and jump into Griff’s outstretched arms, not caring that he’s hot and sweaty. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he says against my hair. “I missed you, Muffin.”
“I missed you too.”
Behind us, Remy’s now talking to Underhill.
Griff still hasn’t set me down. “You look really hot,” I whisper into his ear. “Don’t wear yourself out too much. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard later.”
He pulls back, surprise sparkling in his eyes. “That a promise?”
“Oh yeah.” I run my fingers over his sweaty chest and hesitate. “Sorry, was that too much?”
“Nope.” He sets me on my feet and walks us to the bench. “I’m into this conversation.” He drops down on the bench and pulls me onto his lap. “Tell me more.”
I loop my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “I’m glad you told me to meet you here.”
“Why’s that?”
“So I could see you all sweaty and working hard.” I ruffle my fingers through his hair. “Watching you drum that bag into submission did things to me.”
He places his mouth against my ear and wraps my ponytail in his hand, gently tugging. “I’ve missed you terribly. I’m going to work you over hard tonight. I hope you’re ready for me.”
A rush of desire pulses through my veins. “I’m ready right now.”
He glances down at my sage-green workout top that zips in front. His gaze travels lower to the matching high-waisted leggings.
“I like this color on you.” He tugs lightly on my ponytail. “It looks pretty with your hair.”
It’s such a sweet, unexpected compliment from the man who’d been steadily pummeling a speed bag speed five minutes ago.
My cheeks warm with pleasure. I pepper kisses along his jaw. “Thank you.”
“No, no, no,” a deep voice announces behind us. “This is workout time. Make out on your own time.”
Griff groans and nudges me out of his lap. We both stand straight as army recruits. “Coach, you remember Molly.”
He gives me a dismissive once-over. “Yes. Hello. Training isn’t over yet today.”
“I know,” I say quickly. “We just got in and I wanted to say hi.”
“Five more minutes,” he warns Griff, then walks into the other room.
Remy steps up and Griff embraces him like they’re long-lost brothers.
“How was your flight?” Griff asks.
“Well, Molly didn’t drool on me.” Remy’s lips quirk. “So that was good.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Ha, ha.”
Griff shakes his head and shifts his attention to me. “I’m so sorry. I won’t be finished for a couple more hours.”
“That’s okay. I knew that might be the case. Shelby asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her this afternoon.” I didn’t want to let Remy know how much Magic’s dig at Griff about his “teenage girlfriend” bothered me. Finding something more mature to wear to the fight is my new number-one priority.
I run my gaze over Griff again. No, getting him alone in that giant king-sized bed in our room is my first priority, but finding a new dress is still high on the list.
Griff pulls me aside. “My wallet’s in the safe in our room. Take my card and buy whatever you want.”
I stand back and stare at him. “I have money.”
He frowns in confusion. “Yeah, but you’re out here because of me.”
“Today, I’m just looking around. If I see anything I want, I’ll go back and get it tomorrow.”
He still seems conflicted. “Okay.”
Griff
Remy returns to the gym with Eraser about half an hour later. After being surrounded by so many strangers the last few weeks, they’re a welcome sight.
Eraser pulls me in for a big bear hug. “Jesus, you’re huge.”
“You say that every time you see me.” I squeeze him extra hard. “How was the flight? Where’s Ella?”
“She went shopping with Shelby and Molly.”
I shift my gaze to Remy who holds up one hand. “Jigsaw and Rooster are with them,” he explains.
My eyebrows shoot up. “Jigsaw went shopping with them?”
“I think he saw it as an opportunity to terrorize anyone who gives the girls a hard time.” Remy shrugs. “So, really it’s entertainment for him too.”
Can’t argue with that logic.
Underhill’s thrilled to have not one, but two new people to put to work, helping me perfect some grappling skills. And since Remy knows my style, strengths, and weaknesses probably better than I do, we end up working on strategy together.