Love Tap(50)

“You’re an *! You’re a washed up has been. You know that!” Debs jabs her index finger in the air with every syllable.

My fists clench and Camden’s body goes rigid.

“Hey now! Everyone shut up!” Thomas demands, but Camden doesn’t back down.

“This is how it’s going to be Debs. You have the contacts, how I have no f*cking clue but you do, so you can set up fights and what have you. As for getting paid, you can keep your paycheck too, me training Tate isn’t about money,” Camden informs, glancing sideways at me. I can’t help the fuzzy feelings running through my body at his statement and look down.

They all go quiet, the silence making me shift on my feet.

“Like a team, I can do that,” Thomas breaks the silence.

“Alright, fine, less work for me,” Debs huffs, throwing her hands up in defeat. She really is a piece of work.

“I don’t want to see any more of that lovey shit, Camden. You got it?” Thomas points at Camden, then me. My cheeks blush, knowing he saw us.

“Got it.” Camden pushes the words through gritted teeth, clearly not amused they walked in on such a private moment. I agree, one more second and I would have been lip locked with him. After four years, our lips would have finally been reunited, and everything in the world would have been lost in the background.

Turning around, Camden smacks his hands together and says, “Let’s keep going. I saw you do a rear naked choke that day you were in the ring, but you messed it up.”

“No I didn’t?” I protest with furrowed brows. I have been doing that move since I was a kid.

“You did, try it on me.”

Stepping up behind him, he lowers himself so I can reach. I wrap my right arm around his neck as my hand rests right behind his head. Using my left elbow I place it on his left shoulder, my hand sitting on his head.

I squeeze his neck with my arm and he reaches up, tearing my arm free.

“See, I shouldn’t be able to do that so easy,” he points out.

“Okay, so what did I do wrong?”

“You wore panties. You shouldn’t wear any panties.”

I freeze, narrowing my brows. He’s f*cking with me.

“Do the move again, only tuck your left hand behind my head to where it’s touching your shoulder instead of sitting on my head, and then push your head against mine. This way it locks your hands in to where I can’t pull them down.”

I do as he instructed, and when he tries to pull my arms, it’s unsuccessful.

“See. It works. But if you don’t wear panties that would distract me too.” He winks and my thighs clench wanting so much to grant his wish.

For the next two hours he teaches me how to do a few basic moves. How to duck and weave, and keep my foot work more firm and not so loose. Of course they are all laced with suggestive comments that has me ready to explode.

Camden Steel is like a snake in the ring. Quick and unpredictable. I, on the other hand, am about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I really have to get my endurance up.

Sitting down to take a break, he hands me a bottle of cold water.

“You’re a natural Tate.” He sits down next me. I look down, not good with compliments.

“I don’t know about that,” I chuckle, looking at the plastic bottle. “Sometimes I think I should just stick with boxing instead of attempting MMA.”

He shakes his head in disagreement, taking a sip of his sports drink. The way his lips curve around it makes mine pout, wanting to be on the receiving end. Fuck Thomas and Debs.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He doesn’t even look at me; he can just feel me looking at him. Quickly I look down and bite my lip to keep from blushing.

“It takes a lot to premeditate your next move, to be able to use your whole body like you do. You need to use it.”

The door rings as a tall slender woman walks in. She has dark short hair and is tanned an amazing brown. She has an off the shoulder shirt exposing her skin and has on some very revealing shorts.

“I think she might be lost,” I tilt the bottle of water in her direction.

Her eyes gaze over the gym before landing on us, shining with recognition at Camden.

She beams with a cheesy smile and sashays toward us.

“Camden baby!” she coos and my stomach drops. I eye Camden, curious if he’s going to introduce me. Is this his girlfriend?

“Tate, why don’t you go clean up?” Camden suggests standing up. My chest fumes with anger. Is he f*cking serious?

I can’t keep my mouth from parting in disbelief.

Not giving me a chance to cuss him out he walks toward her.

Pursing my lips in anger, my mind runs with violent thoughts as I get up and walk to the other side of the ring. But I don’t leave. I’m curious who this woman is and if Camden won’t tell me... I’ll find out for myself.

They whisper to each other to where I can’t hear a word that is being said, and she touches his face in an alluring matter. I can literally feel my nostrils flare with jealousy. They are intimately close, that’s for sure.

The hair on my arms stands straight as I watch her flirt with him. She’s really pretty. Her makeup is done flawlessly, her legs long and model worthy. I can’t help the urge to grab her by the hair and smash her pretty little face into the side of the ring.