Love Tap(57)

“I better hit the locker room and suit up.” Chase pushes off the ropes, heading out of the ring. “I got a day full of ass to kick, and a night full of * to chase.”

“What’s this?” Tate asks, looking up from the floor side. I must have missed her come in, too busy with Chase.

I pull on the bungee to test it, my fury slowly fading.

“Today we’re working on bobbing and weaving.” Her face looks skeptical. I could say something about giving head, but I opt out. This time.

“Isn’t that more boxing?” She places her hand on her hip overlooking my setup.

She’s so bent on not boxing when in reality it’s her strong suit. She’s good at a lot of things in the ring, but boxing is in her blood. I wish she would accept it.

“Eight out of ten of the fights I was in start out with boxing techniques. If you’re injured in the first round because you can’t duck a few punches, it could cost you the entire fight,” I school her. It’s the truth. I myself almost lost a fight because I needed to be lighter on my feet.

Her eyes widen with this information. “So what will this teach me?” she points to the rope.

“It’ll build the muscle in your calves as you hunch down, and after you’ve done it enough it’ll be second nature to you. You’ll be quick on your feet, and smooth in your technique.”

She climbs into the ring, and steps up to the cord.

“Go for it, let’s see what I have to work with.” She licks her bottom lip, and positions her left shoulder to the cord.

Taking a quick breath, she ducks and pops up on the side of the cord, before ducking and popping up on the other side.

She’s slow, and she’s not letting the rope touch her shoulder before she drops again.

“Arms up, block yourself!” I instruct. She places her arms up, her eyes focused on the other side of the ring.

After reaching the end, she turns smiling.

“How’d I do?”

“Terrible,” I deadpan, stepping to her.

Her face falls flat, her eyes looking over the ring in thought. I’m not going to sugar coat her weakness, her opponent won’t. They’ll use it against her and that’ll be on me for not training her hard enough.

Stepping behind her I grip her hips, and pull her into me. My dick jumps with excitement, images of having her bent over in this very spot make my balls tingle. I close my eyes, trying to exercise my self-discipline. Work first, f*ck later.

Skimming my lips along the shell of her ear, I get her attention. That or my boner sticking her in the ass cheek did the trick.

“Be light as a feather, but punctual in your execution,” I whisper. Goosebumps race along her neck, and I dig my fingers tighter into her skin.

Her sweet smell and soft skin are testing my restraint. I don’t know how much longer I can coach her when all I want to do is be naked with her.

“Like this.” Taking her by the hips, I tug and pull on her, making her glide along the rope with ease, but with strength. Ducking with me and weaving, our bodies moving in sync just as smoothly as they did when they were flushed against each other in a naked embrace.

“Jab every time the rope hits your shoulder.” I instruct, trying to get my head in the game. The one on my shoulders that is, the one down below has been game since Tate climbed in the damn ring. She strikes the air, her body tight, and moves clean. We reach the other side of the ring and I breathe her in one last time and pull away.

“How was that?” she asks, her tongue licking her bottom lip hungrily.

“Better, but your foot work is a bit sloppy,” I point out.

“Well, it’s hard for me to concentrate when you’re poking me in the back with your hard-on the whole time.” Her eyes fall to my boner and I wink.

“Try it by yourself this time,” I point to the rope. Her face of humor quickly falls, and she gets herself back into training.

She’s a quick learner, and watching her love for the sport makes me fall even more for her.

“It’s great timing too, she’s going to be ecstatic!” Debs cheers stepping out of Thomas’s office, breaking me from my thoughts.

“What are you going on about?” I question. I turn, resting my arms on the ropes as Tate steps up beside me.

Debs crosses her arms, and smiles arrogantly.

“Oh nothing. I just got Tate her first fight is all,” Debs announces casually.

“What?!” Tate’s voice echoes through the gym in excitement, and my chest seizes the f*cking air from my lungs. It’s too soon.

“It’s a pretty big one too,” Thomas adds, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. The look on his face has me uneasy.

“Oh yeah, with who?” I ask.

“It’s in Colorado against Kiki ‘Queen Kong’ Terron, in the UFFL.” Her smile widens, touching her eyes. “The check is going to be amazing, Tate!” Debs informs.

“Kiki? She’s been in the game for a bit, and has been offered contracts from all over. You think Tate is ready for that?” My heart thuds in my chest like an over protective parent. How the hell did Debs score this kind of fight for Tate when nobody even knows who the hell she is?

“I’m not sure I’m ready for all that,” Tate states timidly, looking at me for confidence.