Page 114 of Hooks In
I give her a little shove with a chuckle, and the sounds of the MMA bag fill my ears.
He’s still working.
Nah. Enough of that.
“We done?” I ask Rosa, and she nods, shooting a worried glance Ty’s way.
I walk over to Ty and stand beside the bag, crossing my arms.
He doesn’t even acknowledge me.
I can’t help the eye roll as I step closer. “I think you got it.”
His foot comes dangerously close to my shoulder as he kicks the bag, continuing with his drills.
“Ty,” I say, eyeing him. He might as well be in a trance, he is so focused.
But he emerges.
“I’m not done,” he grunts as he punches the bag in a deadly jab, body, hook combination.
I sigh. “Take a break.”
“No.”
“Dude, you trying to set a fucking record or something?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
He suddenly turns, landing a punch to my stomach.
I double over with an oof and feel all eyes on us.
“Not quite what I meant,” I wheeze as I straighten up and hold back on returning the gesture.
But when I look into his eyes, I’m met with uncertainty.
“I need this,” Ty says quietly.
I nod. “I know.”
He doesn’t look away from me, and I can almost sense some sort of pleading in him.We have one week until the fights, and the closer we get, the more rigid he becomes.
I gesture with my head to the boxing ring. “I could probably use a spar.”
His eyes soften, an eagerness entering his gaze, and he nods.
But as he takes a step towards the ring, I place a hand on his chest to stop him. “You have to pay the toll first.”
His eyes dart behind me, and as it’s dead quiet in here, I assume everyone is watching.
He hesitates for a moment, but it doesn’t stop him.
His gloved hand moves behind my head, and his lips crash into mine. I grip his sweaty skin, pulling him close to me and taking everything I can from him. Hands and gloves roam as we stay in a filthy kiss, ignoring everything around us. I feel the tension in him, and it creates an urgency in me as well.
Eventually we pull away from each other, and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking at him.
