Page 38 of Fighting for Brielle
Brielle: If you’re stuck in traffic, don’t respond. I’m not going anywhere.
She’d added a happy face emoji, which causedhiscurrent happy face. Smiling broadly, he sent a reply.
Justice: Just got here.
Entering the gym, Justice’s eyes lit on Brielle working out with a punching bag. Damn. She was both the cutest and hottest woman he’d ever met. He wanted her in the worst way. And not just for sex, though he imagined it’d be spectacular. No, he wanted her to be a permanent part of his life. He wondered what she’d say if he asked her if she’d like to date him.
When she caught a glimpse of him watching her from the corner of her eye, Brielle steadied the punching bag and offered a bright smile. “You made it, Chief.”
“I did.” Justice advanced toward her. “You’ve got great form, by the way.”
“Thanks. But I’ve got a lot to learn from you.”
“Can we use the ring?” A pair of boxers were currently sparring in it.
“Yeah.” Brielle whistled boyishly. “Hey, guys! My turn!”
They turned toward her and lifted their gloved hands in acknowledgment.
“No problem, Sarge!” one called as he and his buddy ducked through the ropes.
Justice and Brielle squared off in the center of the ring. Boxing taught her to be quick on her feet, but she needed to combine speed with new techniques. Focused and stern, Justice demonstrated each sequence of strike and counterstrike he wanted her to learn. She followed through, impressing him with her agility and attention to detail. No matter how hard she tried, though, Brielle couldn’t take Justice down.
Sensing her discouragement as they headed toward the locker rooms, he commented, “You’ll get there, Brielle. You’re already better than you were yesterday. You know you’re going to have to work hard to knock me off my feet. But when you do, I’ll be cheering for you from the ground.”
Brielle didn’t say anything. She just stared at him through her glorious amber eyes a moment before they separated to take showers and change clothes.
As they rode their twin motorcycles side by side down to Laguna Beach, Justice thought about how he would approach asking Brielle if she’d like to date him. The truth is, he’d never dated much in the past. He’d slept with a handful of women and had two serious relationships that went nowhere. How did one go about asking someone to date him or her nowadays, anyway?
Hey, baby. Want to go steady? Nah. Too old-fashioned.
Hey, sugar. Want to hang out sometime? Nah. Too vague.
That just might be the fuel Brielle needed to toss him on his ass before she slammed the door in his face.
When she welcomed him in her arms as he moved in for a slow, thrilling kiss outside her house, Justice made up his mind to throw caution to the wind and risk humiliating himself. He ravaged her mouth first, though, plunging his tongue into its sweet depths again and again. That might make it harder for her to reject him.
Brielle responded without inhibition, her hands exploring the broadness of his chest and back, her fingertips feeling his rippled muscles beneath her touch. Justice’s breath caught in his throat when she hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tugged him closer to her. It was now or never.
Lifting his head, he cleared his throat. “Brielle, uh, I?I wanted to ask if you, um, if you…”
“Want to be your girlfriend?” she interrupted him with a soft smile. “The answer is yes.”
Shocked, Justice stepped back from her. “Whoa. Wait. What?”
Confused by his reaction, color shot into her cheeks. “Oh. I, um, I’m sorry. I misunderstood. I guess I shouldn’t have cut you off…”
He cutheroff, crushing her against him and kissing her hard. His hands cupped her bottom, and he lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Their bodies clung together as their kiss deepened.
A hungry fire ran rampant through him. On the verge of losing control, Justice broke their frantic kiss. “You didn’t misunderstand. I just couldn’t believe you beat me to it.”
“You’re sweet.” She caressed his rough cheek.
“And you’re cute when you blush.”
Justice captured her lips again with his. Her taste intoxicated him. Drunk with her in his arms, his mouth left hers and traveled down her neck, nibbling her soft skin.
“Justice,” she murmured, her voice husky.
