Love Tap(49)

“You stopped everything when you moved didn’t you?” His voice goes soft, and I hate the sympathy in his tone.

“They didn’t offer much there,” I lie. They did, but what can I say, I sunk into a deep depression after I left here. Anything that reminded me of my life here in Chicago pressed me deeper in the sinking pit of darkness.

He doesn’t press any further and I’m thankful. Standing up, he bounces on the heels of his feet.

“Alright, show me what you got.”

Getting into position I pull my fists up just like he taught me the other day.

“Come on, princess,” he waves his hands, taunting me to come forward. I scowl at his insult. Princess, I’m hardly that. I jab, and he ducks quickly.

“You missed,” he chuckles. Clearly he’s grown an ego since I saw him last.

I take another swing and miss again. He turns on the balls of his feet placing him behind me. Wrapping a strong arm around my body, his chest presses into my back. The smell of Irish Spring soap overpowering my senses.

“If you want me, you have to be faster,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. His breath hot and sticky against my skin. He nips at the lobe and lets me go, circling me like a shark.

Shaking the lust from my head, I get back into stance. Focusing on the fight at hand. Angry that I am becoming so love struck so easily, I throw a quick kick, and it hits him in the chest harder than I intended it to.

“Shit, sorry!” I cover my mouth scared I hit him too hard.

“Don’t say you’re sorry Tate. Ever. Not in the ring.” He looks at me angry.

“Right, sorr—” I catch myself doing it again. Looking up I find Camden adjusting his shorts, not paying attention.

Quickly I deliver an uppercut, hitting him in the chin.

Lowering my fists I smile proud.

“How’s that for too slow?”

“Good, but you messed up.” He smirks.

My face pales, I know I did that right. “How?”

He jabs me in the cheek with this right hand, and my eyes widen with surprise. A slight sting blossoming across my face.

“You left yourself open celebrating,” he chuckles, pissing me off.

“You hit me!”

He gives me a look conveying I’m being ridiculous.

“It was a love tap. Shake it off and show me what you got,” he waves me on.

I glower at him and charge him. Putting him into a Clench Hold. Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him.

Using his free arms, he wraps them around my head, grappling for control.

“If you wanted to press your body against mine, you could have just asked,” his voice husky, it takes everything I have to not be turned on.

His hand skims along my breast, and goosebumps race up my arms. My body swaying into him on its own accord.

My eyes flick to his, wondering if he noticed. His eyes flash knowingly, and his hands skim down my back, grabbing my ass aggressively.

I want to give into him so bad, but he could be testing me. My panties are f*cking wet as hell, my heart beating with aggression and passion I have to close my eyes and push through the storm my body is battling.

I give a one, two punch combo to his ribs and he lets go. “You hit like a girl, you know that,” he groans with pain. His discomfort is my drive to deliver more. I wrap my leg across his, and I take him to the ground. Quickly I climb on top of him.

“Good. I hear they’re better fighters than men anyway,” I reply back.

He chuckles, before surprising me and rolling us. Grabbing my arms he pins them above my head. His wild eyes search my face. My stomach fills with butterflies as he stares at me with such passion. Slowly he lowers his head, and my insides twist, desperately wanting him to close the gap and kiss me senseless.

“You gotta be kidding me,” a disappointed voice quips from outside the ring. Quickly Camden jumps off me, and I crawl to my feet.

Debs and Thomas are both standing by the ropes, their faces not pleased.

“How stupid can you be boy?” Thomas scolds and I can’t help but take offense.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Camden tilts his head to the side, his shoulders tensing with aggression.

“You can’t keep your mind in the game if you’re thinking about *, that’s what. We talked about this, no attachments,” Thomas voices and I blanche from his statement.

“This goes for you too Tate,” Debs tries to act hard, but she fails. She just doesn’t have it in her voice like Thomas does.

“It’s none of your business Thomas, and it sure as hell ain’t yours,” he points at Debs.

“What are you doing in the ring with her anyway?” Debs asks and I tense. I wonder if she’ll be pissed I’m training with him. Shit, maybe I should have checked with her first.

“I’m going to help train her,” Camden states matter of factly.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes bug out. “I took her on when nobody else wanted her, now that you all see she has some talent under that skin and bones you think you can cut in and take my future paycheck?”

“Nice,” sarcasm drips from my voice.

“Don’t act like I’m a monster Tate, none of you are anything but a paycheck.” Debs puts her hands on her hips, eyeing me like I’m clueless.

“I thought I could help train, because you suck as a trainer Debs. In fact if it weren’t for Thomas screwing you, you’d be out of a job, I’m sure.” Camden doesn’t hold back, he clearly doesn’t care if he upsets her. I can’t say that I do either at this point.