Page 30 of Army
Chapter Eight
Army noticed thesame guy he’d seen for the past two days hanging around in front of the gym when he opened the door and waltzed in. He scanned the place and a twinge of disappointment mixed with anger clenched his muscles when he didn’t see Stiletto. She hadn’t been to Champion in the past three days, and he was pretty sure he was the reason she was avoiding it. The kiss they’d share was so fucking awesome that the memory of it was still burned in his cock. All the moaning and pressing her body against his showed that she was fucking blown away by it too.
The only thing that surprised the hell out of Army was that she hadn’t had sex with him yet. Unable to seduce a woman into his bed was unheard of for him. The longest it’d ever taken him was twenty-four hours and then the chick had come to him, but that wasn’t happening with the sexy vixen. He just couldn’t figure it out, but it was driving him wild.
Most of the day and night was spent with Mia in his mind. It was making him damn insane, but the crazier part was that he only wantedher. Going out and finding pussy was an option, but it wouldn’t be Stiletto, and that’s who he wanted and couldn’t have. Why the hell he didn’t just move on, he couldn’t say. Maybe it was that he was used to winning, or maybe it was because her eyes were the most unusual color he’d ever seen and her body was athletic but soft under his touch.
Army walked toward the ring where Taylor was sparring with another fighter.It’s more than the way she looks. I love the way she sasses me and how confident she is. And damn … the way she fights just gets me going.There was a lot he liked about her so far, and he wanted to get to know her better, but she wasn’t letting him.Fuck!
By the time he reached the ring, he was all riled up and he picked up a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the hook. He slipped off his cut, and a guy built like a brick house came over to him.
“You’re Mayhem’s brother, right?” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Go get a locker and put your cut in it. Goliath requires gym shorts, not jeans, in the ring.”
“I got them.”
“I’m El Toro.” He held out a meaty hand.
Army took it. “Army. Thanks, man.” He went to the lockers and carefully hung up his cut then kicked off his boots and socks before taking off his jeans. He pulled his T-shirt over his head then closed the metal door and walked over to the ring.
Taylor took out his mouthpiece and grinned. “You want to go a few rounds?” The dude sparring with him jumped down from the platform and went to the punching bags.
“I gotta warn you that I’m pissed as shit and got a lot of pent-up frustration,” Army said as he went under the ropes.
Taylor jogged in place. “Bring it on.”
El Toro whistled and threw a headgear and mouthpiece, and Army lifted his chin to him.
Twenty minutes into practicing their boxing moves, sweat poured down both of their backs as they jabbed, ducked, and punched each other over and over. The sparring helped to get rid of his anger, and he was giving Taylor a good workout.
“Mia!” a woman shouted.
Army glanced over and saw Stiletto walking toward a muscular blonde standing on one of the mats. His breathing quickened, and when she glanced over at the ring with those eyes that looked like gold in starlight, the world froze around him.Bam!Right to the side of the head. Army staggered backward, then lost his footing and fell to the floor.
“Shit, dude, I thought you’d fend off the punch. Are you okay?” Taylor said as he bent over, his pale blue eyes dark with concern.
For a few seconds everything blurred, then Army heard Goliath’s gruff voice. “Get Randy.”
Taylor unlaced Army’s gloves and took them off to help him sit up. “Bring some water,” he said.
Army spit out his mouthpiece. “Who the fuck’s Randy?”
“He’s a doctor who trains at the gym.”
“I’m fine. I was just distracted.” He pushed up and took the glass of water Raptor handed him and drank it down.
“Who’d you want me to check out?” a tall dude with short brown hair asked.
“You the doc?” Army removed the headgear. “I’m good.”
“Let me make sure, okay?” Randy walked into the ring.
“What’s going on, Taylor?” Worry laced Stiletto’s voice.
“I said I’m good, doc. Back the fuck off,” Army said.
