Page 76 of The Retreat

He isn’t neglecting me either. We are going on dates, and enjoying ourselves, but the rest of the time he’s in here. Oliver was right. He really doesn’t sleep much.

“I expected you to sleep. At least a little.”

“I can’t sleep. I’m anxious about our first tournament.”

“I can help you with that….”

“I can’t stop until I get this right.” He lifts his sabre sticking the point into my chest.

“Just a little break?” I ask, gripping myself through my pants.

His eyes flick to mine. “You have to earn it.”

“But why?” I whine.

“I need to be in top shape when I show up for the next training camp. But you can help me.”

“I don’t want to get sweaty. I already have to go to practice later,” I grumble.

“Every point you get, I will remove one piece of clothing.”

I shamelessly ogle him. He has maybe six, seven things on. A shirt, sweats, socks, and a jock…how hard would it be to get him out of all of those clothes? Seven points? I have seven points in me.

Owen’s gaze drops to the tent to my pants. “Make sure to put your cup on.”

I come back, suited up. And Owen has put on his protective gear. “Hey, that’s cheating.”

“We have to be safe, darling,” he teases.

“How is stripping down safe?”

“Oh, princess, can you not beat me?”

I grumble, but get my own gear on, then find my sabre. “How will we know scores?”

“We don’t have a scoring system.”

“It’s a gentleman’s bet. It’s all about trust. If you say you made a point, you made a point.”

I pull down my mask. “Fine.”

We take our places on either part of the line.

“En garde,” he says, and we both come off the line.

I go quick and dirty. The way I love to fight, but he parries my thrust and gets an easy point.

“Take it off.”

I move to remove my helmet, but he shakes his head.

“No, that’s last. Keep your pretty face safe.”

I peel off my outer jacket and toss it aside. This time I’m more careful. We trade a few blows back and forth, and he parries on my thrust. He’s gotten faster over the last couple of weeks. Training camp really did something for him. It takes us over three minutes to get a point. But I finally land one, and he strips off his jacket, leaving his bare chest on full display.

I blink. He has nothing on under it. Nothing. I’m not in my usual rash guard, but I’m in a tee. I squirm. My cock aching, filling all of the available space in my cup. I grab it to adjust. Trying to get another millimeter of space. So my dick’s not pressing into the hard plastic.

His gaze tracks the movement of my hand. Watching me.

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