Page 55 of Weaponized

This girl. She is dressed in some sort of skintight sports bra and matching spandex pants, and it’s taken a gargantuan effort not to throw her on my weight bench and have my way with her. No matter how much sex we’ve been having, I can’t get enough.

I just had to watch a good half hour of her boobs bouncing on my treadmill for fuck’s sake and now this. No guy could withstand that. I’ve adjusted myself a dozen times in the last hour. It’s impossible to work out with a hard-on. We’ve done this a handful of times over the past couple of weeks and it always ends the same way,with me throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to my bedroom. Best cardio ever.

I stalk over to her, ready for it to be that time. I wrap one arm around her and place my hand firmly on her delectable ass. I pull her head back by her ponytail and sink my lips onto hers. She sighs into my mouth and wraps her arms around my waist. Fucking addictive.

“Ooooookay. Nobody needs to see all that. Some of us have training to do.”

I didn’t even hear my brother come in. I can see him over Gráinne’s head, smirking at me. Gianni and Anthony are trailing behind him. I release her ponytail, but don’t remove my hand from her rear. She shakes her head, smiling, and pulls out of my embrace.

“Hi guys.” She waves.

“Gráinne!” Ant strides right on over. “Working on those muscles?”

I put my arm around her. I know he’s joking. I know it. I still don’t like guys checking out her body. I remember my mantra that she’s mine. She doesn’t want anyone else.

My angel flexes her bicep. “Sure am. Gotta keep this guy in line.” She pats my stomach affectionately.

Anthony throws his head back and laughs. “Good luck with that.”

My brother laughs and shakes his head before looking me over. “No shirt, Luke?” When I shrug, he grins, nods. He knows I don’t tend to go shirtless for obvious reasons, but I’m not feeling as self-conscious these days. In fact, I’ve learned that Ireallylike Gráinne’s reaction when I walk around half-naked.

Gianni has remained quiet, eyes locked on my girlfriend’s tits. I straighten. Matteo notices the movement, steps in front of the bastard slowly.

“So, we should head over to the ring. Warm up.” Smart of my brother to intervene. I remain silent, jaw locked. Anthony, being Anthony, has noticed nothing.

“Want to go a couple rounds, Mrs. Luca?” He starts bobbing and weaving and it’s Gráinne’s turn to laugh.

“You’re on.”

Wait. What? I’ve now forgotten Gianni entirely.

“Awesome!” Anthony punches the air and moves closer. “Gonna take you down, lassy.” He playfully taps his fist to her jaw. She looks delighted.

Fuck. I don’t want to ruin her fun, but I also don’t want to hang out with these knuckleheads right now. I certainly don’t want her rolling around on a mat with Anthony. I’d prefer her rolling around on my mattress with me. She sees the annoyance on my face.

“Baby. It’s okay,” she croons and pets my chest. “I’ll kick his ass and then you can go back to tapping mine.” She winks at me.

My jaw drops. My brother and Anthony are in hysterics, while Gianni’s eyes are bouncing between us.

“Can’t. Breathe.” Anthony is wheezing, trying to collect himself as he doubles over in laughter. “Fuck, that’s funny.”

I shake my head, smiling. Matteo is also trying to stop his chortling. I can’t recall the last time my brother laughed this hard.

My girl leans in and goes on her tiptoes to say in my ear, “It’s okay, baby. Anthony would never hurt me, and I want to show you something.” With that, she skips toward the regulation-sized boxing ring at the far end of our large gym.

I follow a few paces behind her. I’m not concerned about Ant hurting her on purpose. But anytime you get in a ring, someonecouldget hurt. Besides, where the fuck is he going put his hands that won’t make me want to tear his arms off?

“Awwww, damn, Ireland. You aren’t messin’ around!” Anthony is thrilled. He hoists himself gracefully into the ring to join my angel. I jump up as well, but I stay outside the ropes. Matteo and Gianni join me. Matt still has a big-ass grin on his face.

“This is stupid,” I mutter. Then louder, “This is a bad idea.”

Gráinne waves my comment away and then makes a “gimme” gesture toward my cousin. “Bring it.”

Anthony starts doing his thing. That is, he starts bouncing on his toes, shadow boxing while humming that song fromRocky. He is circling Gráinne the entire time, putting on a show. “Last chance, Lucky Charms!”

“Lucky Charms?” She huffs out a laugh as he cuffs her playfully on the back of the head from behind her. He pumps his hands in the air like he won the fight following the light tap.

“Okay, Italian Stallion, one more round,” she calls out as she changes her stance a bit. He laughs in delight. He’s still behind her, but she hasn’t turned around to face him. My girl is just standing there, smiling at me. I’m going to have to teach her some self-defense. You never just let your opponent come up behind you like that.

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