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 fucking 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 pussy, 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.
“You’re an asshole! 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 fucking 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 fucking with me.