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Fuck, her round ass tortured me. “Bend your knees more.”
She strained and huffed. “I am.”
“Your ass isn’t pushed out. Don’t be shy, Ava. It’s just you and me.” If she hadn’t begged me to train her, I wouldn’t be dying to take her from behind or feeling like a horny asshole.
Squats were the worst fucking exercise to have her do when I was in reach of filling my hands with her delicious flesh—not to mention the heat radiating off her incredible body surrounding me, along with her sweet scent.
It was hard enough to be around Ava when she wasn’t in spandex pants. Over the last few months, she’d changed—gotten bolder. Now that I thought of it, it had started right after Hero’s wedding.
At Hero and Tara’s wedding reception, she’d asked me to dance with her, old-fashioned style with a foot’s distance between us. Of course I’d said yes, even though I didn’t like dancing. Holding Ava’s hand and lightly touching her waist had meant everything to me.
When I wanted to feel closer to her, I’d listen to “Eyes on You” by Chase Rice. The song took me back to the night I finally got to touch her.
Damn, I wanted to put my hands on her right now. I’d hook my fingers into the waistband of her spandex pants and peel them down so slowly, it would drive me insane. I’d bet she wasn’t wearing fucking underwear. Too many times, I’d thought about her pussy… if she waxed it, what the color of her lips was, and if my cock would fit inside.
Stop being a dog and get your head out of the gutter!
I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have agreed to train Ava, but I’d never let anyone else near her, so it had to be me.
I gave Ava all the props for pushing through her fears to come to Boxer’s gym and learn how to defend herself. Last summer, she’d started running on a treadmill I’d bought her. It had been only the beginning of her taking back her life.
“I can’t do any more.” She panted as she lifted, then squatted… lifted, then squatted. The sounds she made were erotic as hell.
A huff.
Lift.
A grunt.
Squat.
Will someone please pour acid in my eyes and ears?
It wasn’t easy keeping myself in check. I hadn’t had sex in over seven months, around the time reality had smacked me in the face that I’d fallen in love with her.
My MC brothers Wolf and Dodge had set me straight about staying faithful. Some might see my abstinence as extreme since I couldn’t have Ava the way I wanted. Hell, I even thought it was crazy. I wasn’t even thirty yet. I didn’t want to go without sex for the rest of my life.
I loved sex.
Wanted it.
Needed it.
But for Ava, I’d do anything to be with her, even take a vow of celibacy.
“Where you at on the count?”
She screwed up her face. “Seriously,coach? Forty. Now forty-one.” She pushed out her ass more than before.
Christ Almighty.
“Fifty is the number, Ava. Don’t quit now.”
She pursed her lips together and knocked out the final nine squats like a warrior. That was exactly what she was to me, a warrior. This woman had been through hell and fought to take back her life. She inspired me every day I was with her.