Page 54 of Locke

Locke

Ihad just got done doing a warmup. Maxing out on some weights on the other side of the gym, just enough to get the blood flowing to my muscles, to make me look like I had some definition. I knew I was going to look slimmer than my normal form. Being a rogue for many years had made me less defined. Fuck it, I was going to work with what I had.

Emm’s narrowed eyes glanced down my torso, toward my sweats and back up my body. It was quick, but not quick enough. I gave her a panty-dropping smile and she sneered, crossing her arms over her workout top that could barely hold up her breasts.

And, fuck me, she didn’t even take out her piercings as they pushed at the fabric.

Is she trying to kill me and every male in this gym?

“What are you doing here?” She cocked her hip.

I huffed and crossed my own arms. “Same as you, here for a good workout. And I challenge you. I think we might have an even match.”

I turned, giving her a good view of my backside, and heard the quickness of her heart racing. She was trying to give me the cold shoulder, but I could smell her. Her arousal was undeniable.

I climbed up on the boxing ring. She huffed and puffed in exasperation and followed behind me.

“I don’t want to fight you. I’d rather fight someone else.”

I stood and looked around the gym. Members were punching bags, and others lifting weights. I cleared my throat, loudly and announced, “Anyone want to take on Emm for a spar?” The gym went silent, they all looked at each other and shook their heads.

Emm gazed around, grunted and walked over to Hammer. “Why not you? Come on.” She pulled on his vest and he pulled back.

“Nuh uh, your thighs would break me, girl. And, I mean that in the most respectful way.” He backed away, bowing his head.

Emm rolled her eyes. “Delilah, what about you?”

She shook her head. “I’m breastfeeding. You might punch my boob and milk would just shoot in your eye.” She pointed at her eye exaggeratedly.

Emm groaned and leaned on the ropes, contemplating. Her nose twitched, and she sucked on her teeth while she thought.

I couldn’t wait to get into that head of hers to know what she’s thinking. I bet her thoughts were complicated as hell.

“Fine then, what are the rules?” Emm climbed up on the elevated platform and grabbed the tape to wrap it around her hands and wrists.

I was impressed, as she’d done this before and quickly got to work on the other hand.

Quickly, I explained the very few rules, leaving out about groping each other because, hot damn, I was going to grab every part of her.

Emm pulled back her hair, braiding it down her back. “No pulling my hair, that’s only for special occasions.” She chuckled and got into her stance.

Duly noted.

We both circled each other and the gym went quiet. It didn’t bother me people were watching, but obviously Emm was getting nervous. Her heart and her breath were no longer in sync with each other, and her arousal was also growing.

Does she like fighting? Was this some sort of foreplay?

I’m here for it.

I tried my best to let her make the first hit and let her get me square in the cheek. I thought I owed it to her considering I had angered her by withholding my name.

“You let me have that,” she hissed. “Fight like you mean it.”

I burst into boisterous laughter, the joyous sound reverberating through the room. As my cheeks tingled under my fingertips, I couldn’t help but revel in the sheer delight of the moment.

She circled around again, this time not even crouching. She was standing tall, like a luna would be. How she didn’t know she’s got luna blood running in her veins was almost comical.

I darted toward her, spinning her around, grabbing her forearm and pinning it, and me, behind her back. She slung her head back, hitting my cheek bone and stomping on my bare foot.