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Sweat dripsdown my nose and I adjust the gloves on my hand and head toward the mat, and there’s a slight twinge between my legs when I walk. A constant beacon sounding an alarm in my head: I fucked Finn. I fucked Finn…
"Fucking hit me!"Kyansays.
Propping my gloved hand on my hip, I tilt my head to the side. "Bit unnecessary, dickhead."
He lowers his pads. "Babe, thisain'tholiday camp." He nods towards my bare stomach. "Keep eating pizza everynightand that little pooch isn't going to beso little."
My mouth falls open."Youdidnotjustcallmefat!" He grins andholds thepads up.I move to punch his stomach, chest,face, but he always blocks it."You'rea fucking cunt,princess."
His head falls back on a laugh and I kick him in the ankle. When hegoes down, I trip on his long legs,fallingon topof him.His hands wraparound my upper arms to stop me head butting him in the face.I’m pressed against him and all I can smell is the scent of sweaty man.
"Ew, you're gross!" I say.
He grips the back of my neck andsmooshesmy cheek into his slick pec. "Take it,ginge."
"Kyan!" I scream, thrashing against him. "You are fucking disgusting."My thighs end up either side of his waist as I attempt to push off him. I grab his nipple, twisting it hard between my thumb and forefinger.
"Motherfucker!" He lets me go and I roll away from him landing on my back on the matt next to him.
I'm spitting, swiping my hand over my mouth. "I have your sweat in my mouth, you gammy fuck."
I hear a throat clear and I look over to see Finn leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as if he's been there a while.
"Finnley." I smile, curious how well he’ll tolerate mine an Kyan’s interactions now. "Your friend is gross."
"Myfriend?" he says, his expression unreadable.
"Yeah, come on,ginge. I thought we were besties."
Pushing to my feet, I glance down at Kyan. "Besties do not have to taste each other’s sweat." I flick my hair over my shoulder and helaughs.
Finn's eyes narrow as I approach him. I take aswig of mywater, trying to wash thesaltytastefrom my lips.Hepushes offthewall and reaches forthehem of his shirt before yanking it overhis headin what feels like a deliberate move. I mean, why else would you do that to a girl?That shit is not fair. Myeyesdroptohis chestbefore flickingup tohis eyes,then his lips.Mymouthgoesdryand myfingers twitchwiththeurge totouch him.
He moves closer tome."You looked like you were having fun," he says.
My mouth opens onagasp before I smile."Finnley, are you jealous?"I whisper.All he does is stare at me. "You are!"I bite my lip to tamethegrin trying tobreakfree.He'ssofuckingcute. I movecloser to himuntil our bodies arealigned.He looks downat me andI focuson hischest,gently trailing myfingertipsup thecentre of his stomachandoverhis pec."I do prefer the strong, silent type."
"Dear god.So youarefucking!"Kyansaysfrombehind me.Finnglaresathim and I spin onmy heeltoface him.
"Look, you are getting enoughvagthat there is noway youneed to be concerning yourself with who is jabbing mine."
"Eloquentas ever, queenie,"Finn mumbles behind me.
"And pet names so soon?"Kyantouches his hair then rests his hand on his hip, blowing out a sharp breath.
"Oh,don't getbent out of shape. It's notlike you're losinga wing man.It's fucking Finn!"
"Hey, look, he is the perfect wing man. He watches my beer while go bust a nut in the toilet,"Kyanrolls his neck to the side. "So when some chick Rohypnol'smy arse, it's your fault,ginge."
"Chick?” I cock a brow. “I keep telling you that you'd make a perfectbottom, princess. If I see you walking funny...."
"Fuck off," he groans. Finn laughs behind me and his hands land on my hips. "I'm going to train.Nofucking in thegym,"Kyansays,pointingat usbefore he walks off in a huff.
"He's such a diva," I say,facingFinn.
