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Reaching up, he brushed some of my hair off my sticky forehead. His fingers lingered on my skin with gentle caresses. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice laced in sincerity.
My blush was interrupted by a yelp as he abruptly flipped us over.
He grabbed my ankles and dragged me underneath him. Crushing his lips against mine, he lined his dick up against my pussy and shoved himself back into me.
My ankles locked around his waist as hips started rocking against mine.
“God, I love you,” he whispered between our kisses.
I smiled, grasping one of his hands with mine. The diamonds sparkled under the moonlight as he pulled it high over my head. “I love you too.”
Chapter 36
Max
“There you go,” I encouraged, nodding in approval as Jayden nailed another one of his combos. “Again. Let me see.”
A small grin tugged at his lips as he straightened his stance and punched my flat mitts. Again, he perfectly hit all the beats and even added a high kick to it.
“Alright, now you’re showing off,” I told him. “Chill out.”
“Why? Afraid I’m actually gonna hit you?”
“You wish,” I said, shoving him in the face with one of the mitts. “You couldn’t land a punch on me on your best day.”
He raised a brow. “You wanna bet?”
“I’ve got twenty bucks. What’s up?”
Grinning, he hopped back into his fighting stance. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this.”
He immediately started swinging, foolishly using all of the combinations I’ve taught him. I easily dodged them and tagged him with my flat mitts. “Come on,” I teased after I popped him for the third time. “I know this isn’t all you got.”
His brows creased together in concentration as he picked up the speed of his punches. Now, I had to block rather than dodge. He still wasn’t landing a hit, but progress was progress.
After blocking one of his hits, I grabbed his wrist, twisted him around, and grabbed him in a headlock. “What happened?” I taunted as I rubbed my knuckle into his hair.
“Hey!” He exclaimed as he struggled in my grasp. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I’m not! What did I tell you when we started training together? You gotta watch for holds too.”
He pushed at my bicep and wiggled his head out. “Let’s go again,” he said, his eyes bright with playful adrenaline.
I chuckled. The kid had determination, I’d give him that. This time, I was planning on body slamming his ass.
As I raised my fists to meet his stance, I felt an arm wrap around my neck and lock around it. “Yo!” I screamed, thinking it was Tony. Whenever I humbled one of the rookies, sometimes he made a point to give me a taste of my own medicine.
But, I heard Jayden yell, “Hey!” and I knew it wasn’t my trainer. “Let him go!” Jayden yelled again. From my view of the floor, I could see his sneakers rushing forward.
The person holding me didn’t budge. “You better chill out,” a familiar voice replied. “Before you join him.”
I smiled as I remembered the person it belonged to. Pushing out of his grasp, I pulled my head up to see my older cousin, Adrian. It’s only been a few months since I’ve seen him at his wedding, but before that it’d been years.
Growing up, he was always my favorite. We shared the same hot head and love for fighting. Before Mom and Dad separated, and they moved to the East Coast, Adrian was the one who encouraged my interest in fighting. Every time they came over, we’d end up wrestling in the living room while our mothers scolded us not to mess up the furniture. I worried our relationship wouldn’t be the same after I cut ties with my dad - and his side of the family. But, when I reached out last year, we picked right back up as if we never stopped. He even askedme to be part of his wedding party. I’m glad we’ve been able to reconnect, but I hadn’t been expecting him to show up here.
My grin grew as I noticed his palm on Jayden’s face, holding him back while he tried to swing at him.
“Get your boy,” Adrian told me as he shoved Jayden away. “Before I body slam his ass.”
