“If I remember right, you came on me too,” I say softly.
His smirks. “Who says I came? That was all you.” His lips form into a smirk as he searches my eyes for a reaction. My face pales, and my mouth parts in disbelief. That couldn’t have all been me. Could it?
I want this wall to suck me in and eat me whole. Right now.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you for being so wet.” He leans down, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. The sting of his sharp teeth penetrating right to my core.
“Now get back out there and fight like shit. Like you normally do.” He winks and walks out. Raising my fingers I caress my bottom lip where his teeth nipped me. The skin tingles, warming in want for more.
These games, I can’t make out if he’s mad at me or wants me.
This cat and mouse game is fucking stupid…. Because I’m clearly the mouse, the one he has by the tail and is toying with.
Taping my hands up I head into the gym, finding Debs standing in the ring chewing gum loudly. Her eyes find mine, she waves me on.
Climbing into the ring, I look around curious what drill we are running today.
“Today I want you to spar with Chase.”
My eyes widen. “Chase?” My eyes sweep around the gym. I haven’t seen him since the night at the bar. “Is he even here?”
“Yeah, just saw him head into the locker room. He’ll be thrilled getting into the ring.” She waggles her brows, but I’m hardly excited. There is something about Chase that hits me wrong.
I rub at the back of my neck nervously, my eyes finding Camden lifting weights. I can’t think about his sexiness and stupid games right now.
“Chase, get in the ring!” Debs points to the floor, demanding he get his ass in here.
I swallow, jumping on the balls of my feet. I can’t back out, I’ll look weak.
“What’s up?” Chase asks stepping into the ring.
“I want you to spar with, Tate. Give her taste of what goes on in the ring, yeah?” Debs gives a crooked smile.
Chase’s brows narrow as a devilish grin crosses his face. An unsettling chill runs up my spine.
“No,” Camden barks from the side of the ring. I glance down, and find a fuming Camden pointing at Debs.
“Excuse me, but this is my drill. Get back to your side of the gym towel boy.”
“Fuck you. Don’t get in the ring with him, Tate.” Camden’s face is grave. “Pinky will spar with you.”
My eyes flick between Debs and Camden. Curious what has Camden so spooked at me sparring with Chase. It’s just some harmless combos and grappling. Right?
“Why don’t you want me to spar with Chase?”
His nostrils flare, his chest rising. “Trust me, don’t do it.”
“Come on, Tate. I’ll be gentle, baby,” Chase patronizes, pacing his side of the ring.
My head whips in his direction, pissed he called me baby.
“Don’t call me that.” I point at him.
“Why, you’re acting like one. You want to be in a man’s gym but you want to act like a pussy.” He shrugs. I grit my teeth as I lose my temper.
“Don’t feed into it, Tate!” Camden bellows, knowing how easy it is to anger me. “You’re not ready,” he continues.
Before I can reply a fist slams into my head, my vision doubling. Chase jumped the gun and started this intense sparring session before I could have a final say.
Instantly my body goes into fight mode, and I swing back. My fist connects with Chase’s head. My adrenaline rushes through me so hard I lose my breath instantly.
“Fucking stop it!” Camden’s voice echoes through the gym.
“Leave it, Camden!” Debs instructs, backing out of the way.
Chase does an inside kick, and I jump out of the way. I strike him in the head, and his face reddens with anger from the powerful hit. What does he expect? He’s taking this way too far. This isn’t sparring this is fighting.
He rushes at me, knocking me to the floor. My head collides with the mat so hard my teeth clatter against each other.
Chase tries to climb on top of me and I stop him short with a kick to the chest, throwing him back on his ass.
“Fucking bitch!” he fumes.
“Enough!” Thomas steps in between us, his hands out-stretched.
I cough and roll over. My body aching from the harsh workout, I was not expecting that for sparring. Had I known it would have been so vigorous I would have put my mouth guard in.
My hands on the ring floor, I push myself up, I come face to face with Camden.
“Are you okay?” His brows pinch together in concern, and my heart beats faster.
I swallow, tasting blood.
“Not really.” I wipe at my mouth, trying to get the taste out.
“What the fuck was that?” Camden questions Debs, his hands out stretched.
“What? How was I supposed to know he’d take it that far?” Debs quips.
“It’s fucking Chase!” Camden looks as if what happened was inevitable being in the ring with Chase. There is something wrong with Chase, he’s more violent than any typical fighter.