It’s just hurting me watching me be an ass to her though. I guess that is one thing I didn’t inherit from my father. I can’t treat the woman I care about like shit.
Pulling my shirt over my head my eyes sweep over the room for a new one. Something catches my eye from out the window, and I find Tate undressing. I do a double take, and watch her pull her shirt off. Her lime green and pink sports bra and tight stomach revealing themselves.
Swallowing hard, I look down at the floor, knowing it’s wrong to watch her.
I look back not being able to resist the temptation, and find her pulling down her shorts. Her black panties not doing much to cover her toned ass. Fuck I miss her.
I grab at my growing dick, it wants so bad to be reunited with Tate Davis too.
Her eyes flick to mine and I freeze. My heart skipping a beat that she caught me. My chest constricts at the thought I’m a peeping fucking tom.
Quickly I grab a shirt, any shirt from the floor and step away from the window.
Chapter Seventeen
Tate
I run two miles before the sun even rises. The whole time my feet plow into the asphalt I think about Camden training me.
We will be so close in the ring. His body next to mine, the smell of him lingering on me for hours afterwards.
I close my eyes turning onto my block. My mind battling with the pros and cons, but the only thing I can solely focus on is I’m going to be with Camden in a ring. Like old times.
He may not want to be with me, and that hurts on a whole other level. But this is the best move for my career. If anyone knows what it’s like in the ring… it’s Camden Steel.
***
Stepping into the gym I find Camden by the ring taping his hands. It’s just us at his early hour.
His eyes rake me up and down and butterflies swarm in my stomach. I know he was watching me undress yesterday. I can’t deny that I liked it. Though I wish I knew so I could have been a little sexier about it. My shirt got caught in my hair, and my shorts stuck to my sweaty thighs.
My childhood feelings set aside, no woman could blame me for being head over heels for Camden. If they saw him, they’d be just as dick whipped as I am. Camden is ruggedly beautiful. He’s rough around the edges with a hint of pretty boy laced within the depths. His gorgeous blue eyes and sharp jaw hit you first. Then his thick blond hair and slightly crooked nose. And don’t get me started on his hands, they’re so manly you’d want to have him grab you under the thighs and manhandle you every day of the week.
Heading to the locker room he reaches out and grabs my arm, stopping me. I look down at this hand. My breath picking up at the simple skin contact.
“You give anymore thought to me training you?” he asks, dropping his hand. Instantly my skin cools, and I want the warmth of his hand back.
Swallowing, I nod.
“I have. What will Debs think if I have you train me?”
He shrugs. “I don’t really care.”
Popping my hip out I roll my eyes. Typical man.
“Look, how about you let me teach you some things, and Debs can arrange the fights and shit. I don’t have those kind of contacts like she does, but I know more about being in the ring than her.” He rests his arms on the side of the ring. His hair is slicked back today, showing his face off perfectly.
“Why do you want to train me so bad?”
He rubs the back of his neck in deep thought.
“To be honest, I haven’t been very excited about training or fighting in a long time. Not until the thought of helping you in the ring came to mind.” He glances back at me and smiles but his eyes don’t shine like I’m used to seeing. They look darker. “It’s all I’ve thought about since-helping you that is.”
He really doesn’t want to fight anymore does he? My heart skips a beat at the thought, and I want to ask him what happened while I was away. I know it’d be pushing it though. We just got on talking terms, and I don’t want to push him away.
“Here I was thinking you just wanted to cum on my new yoga pants.” I tug on the fabric of my pants, trying to lighten the mood.
His lips curve into a smirk as he pins me with passionate eyes, his look of torment fading.
“That was all you that night.” My cheeks flush, and I look away. I just walked myself into that one didn’t I? I’m still not convinced he didn’t come too.
“Alright, we’ll give you training me a shot.” I bite at my bottom lip nervously, my palms coating with sweat that this is really happening.
***
I tape my hands up, and of course they look like crap compared to when someone else does it, but it’ll get the job done. I sit on the bench, nervous.
Why am I nervous? I used to wrestle around with Camden all the time as kids. Rubbing my temples I know why I’m nervous. I won’t be able to focus on a word he’s saying, all I want is for his lips to take my breath away, or his hands to skim my breasts. For him to make me laugh, and for us to just be… us. I’d do anything to be the friend I once was with him.