Page 34 of Falcon

And now I’m hard. Fuck.

I’m wearing black basketball shorts, and they don’t do me any favors in hiding what is exactly happening down there, so I try to think of any and everything that could take care of it.

Then she bends to tie her sneaker.

I clear my throat and cross my arms over my chest then turn around like I’m looking for something.

“Problem?” she asks and when I turn to face her again, she has a smirk on her face like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, but surely not. Right?

“Nope. No problem.” I clear my throat. “We will start with some simple stretches to get your muscles ready and to prevent any cramping.”

“Stretching. Okay. I can do that.”

“And you’re good at it, if my memory serves me.” I grin when her face blushes red when I remind her of the night I watched her do yoga in the window.

“Every girl needs to be good at something, right? Maybe stretching is my one thing.”

“I have a feeling you are good at many things, Faith. And we are going to add another to the list before I leave.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m going to make you have the meanest right hook in the city.”

“Cockiness never looks good on anyone, Falcon,” she adds.

“No, but confidence does, and you need to have a lot of it, so…get your beautiful ass on the mat.” I point.

“Yes, sir.” She gives me a wink then stands in the center of the mat.

“Careful. I may make that a rule if I like it enough.” I join her on the mat. “Sit down. We’ll stretch out your legs first.”

She sinks to the mat, stretches her legs out in front of her, and leans forward to grip the tips of her sneakers with her fingers. “Like this?” she asks.

“Perfect. Now lie down on your back.” I lean back until my head touches the mat and glance her way as she does the same. “Bend your left knee and cross your right ankle over it.” I show her exactly what I mean. “Now grab the back of your left thigh and pull your legs to your chest.” She follows instructions perfectly, keeping her breathing steady. “Use your right elbow to push against your right knee until you feel a stretch. That’s getting your glutes and hips.”

“Ohhhh my God. That feels amazing,” she says, nearly under her breath. I almost think I’m hearing things it’s so low.

“Now do the same thing, but with the opposite leg.”

She does what I ask and moans under her breath again.

I’m going to die here.

Cause of death: Blue balls.

***

After running through a few more stretches and trying my best to block out the little breathy noises she makes without realizing it, we are finally able to move to the bags.

“We’ll keep things simple today. I’m going to throw a right hook into the bag and I want you to watch my form, okay?”

She nods. “Okay.”

I take my place in front of the bag, pulling my fists up into position then letting the punch fly, landing exactly where I had intended.

“You have to put your whole body into a punch. You can’t just focus all of your energy into your first. It has to come from your whole being.”

“That was almost poetic,” she teases.

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