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“You came prepared?” I squeal.

“I came hopeful,” he replies with a chuckle. “I figured having this place to ourselves, close proximity, you kicking my ass, and hot sweaty bodies was the perfect opportunity to rail you.”

“Rail me?”

“Yeah. I’m going to rail you until you crumble on the end of my cock.” He rolls on the condom in my line of sight, then moves the mat once again beneath me. My thighs sit against the plastic material. He drops down behind me and lines up at my entrance. His cock nudges forward, my pussy opening willingly for him.

Suddenly, he slams inside, pushing me downward into the mat. His strong hands grip my hips as he recedes then slams forward again. One hand comes to the front of my crotch and moves south. His thrusts become more urgent as a finger circles my soaking, swollen clit. I’m trapped between the mat, strong arms, and his cock as he rides me. The sound of our bodies connecting echoes off the concrete walls. There are no other sounds, just our breathing and our bodies enjoying one another. Him using me, and me loving every second.

He moves faster, holding my waist still, not allowing me room to move. My orgasm builds with every stroke. His cock hits my G-spot, hard, over and over again. I feel my legs buckle as I come around him. My body spasms, but he keeps going until he lets go as well, his cock jerking with release. He withdraws, and I turn over, smiling up at him.

“I didn’t realize self-defense included getting fucked by the attacker,” I say bluntly, and he bursts out laughing as two men enter the gym. One I recognize as Hunter, the other I don’t know. I gawk at them while scrambling for my leggings; Damon turns around and moves for his shorts.

“Fuck McKinney,” Hunter says. “If that’s the kind of training you’re offering, sign me up.”

Chapter twenty-four

Titan MMA Gym

Damon

Emma grasps for her discarded leggings and jumps to pull them on. Hunter and Greyson continue to walk toward us, completely unflustered. I stand and move in front of the poor woman I was fucking moments ago in a sad attempt to create some privacy while she covers her bare ass. I quickly readjust my shorts and straighten to my full height.

“Turn around, you pair of bastards,” I growl, and they both respond with a grin. “Give us a moment.”

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” Hunter says, completely ignoring my suggestion he look away.

“Especially this much of you,” Greyson adds and chuckles.

“Fuck off, both of you.” Emma appears at my shoulder; she stands slightly behind me, half obscured from the view of the two men. I step backward around her, then slide my arm around her waist and pull her to me. She relaxes under my touch. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Not the same thing you’re doing, unfortunately,” Hunter jibes, then winks at my companion. When I glance at her, her face, neck, and chest are the same color as her pink cropped top. I flex my fingers against her skin in comfort. “What self-defense move did he tell you that was?” Hunter asks cheekily. “Defeat them with the doggy?” He cackles, and Greyson snorts loudly then covers his nose and mouth with his hand.

“Ignore them, Spitfire,” I tell her. “They’re jealous, probably here to do the same but with each other.”

“Nicknames now?” Hunter taunts, cocking an eyebrow. “Must be serious.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he shrugs.

“Why are you here?” I repeat, wanting to move the conversation forward and away from my sex life.

Hunter bends his elbows and raises his hands before clenching his fists. He bounces from foot to foot, then pretends to jab at my arm. “We’re in my gym, not a brothel, so I was planning on working out. Greyson is here to give me something to punch that moves.”

“I’m here to kick your ass,” he counters.

Emma stands silently beside me. I’m aware of her looking around the space but never at either man in front of us. She leans into my side, and I tighten my hold slightly on her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, surprising us all. “I’m sorry you both walked in on us having sex in your gym.” The men fall silent and stare at her; Hunter’s mouth twists into a dark smile. “It was inappropriate.”

He steps forward and offers her his hand, his eyes hold hers for a beat. She takes it. “My friend is smiling for the first time in months,” he says. “You have nothing to apologize for. But don’t wear him out tonight; we have a busy day tomorrow, and I need Damon on top form.”

“Tomorrow?” Emma asks as she shakes his hand. “You all have plans tomorrow?”

“Oh, we have a little sting organized,” he tells her and grins. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to warn him not to continue with the tale. The last thing I want is to give Emma something else to worry about.

“A sting?”

“Yes, just some surveillance and information collecting, but it will be oh so much fun.” He claps his hands together. “See you then, McKinney.” He dispenses his farewell, and the two men turn to walk over to the nearby punching bags.

Emma blinks up at me with wide eyes. She smiles softly; the pink embarrassment that was covering her body has receded to only a glow on her cheeks. I trail my fingers across her back then take her hand closest to me.

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