Page 30 of Crash
I didn’t know what else to do to get through to her. Maybe there wasn’t anything I could do. Maybe I’d already done everything, and all I was doing was torturing us both. Maybe I should let it go.
The door banged, echoing through the empty gym and she was gone, doing nothing for my temperament.
I should be worried about my shoulder and the fucked up prognosis I’d gotten on Friday. I should be working on my exercises and getting that right so I could get back to Sydney and fight. Six months was a long time in the lifespan of a fighter, and I knew I’d have no hope in placing this season even if I got back before it was all over. I should be doing a lot of things, but all I could focus on washer.
“Hey.”
I glanced up as I put the last weight back on the rack and found Andrea standing beside me. Fuck.
“Thanks for today,” she said, rubbing her towel over her sweaty breasts. “Best session yet.”
I grunted,looking at the back door that Violet had disappeared through.
“I’ll catch you tomorrow?” When I didn’t reply, she nudged me with her shoulder. “Linc?”
I turned my attention back to her and nodded. God, my dick was so hard from that interlude with Violet. Ever since she turned up, it was constantly in the on position.
“See ya,” I said roughly to Andrea, striding from the gym and into the change rooms.
I was so confused. I couldn’t figure out if Violet was trying to politely brush me off or if she was too shy to say anything. Mixed signals were one thing, but her entire channel was scrambled.
I leaned back against the wall, my dick hard in my shorts. I knew what I wanted, so what was holding me back? In a way, I guess we both had problems with fear. Fear was a dirty word to a fighter. Let fear overwhelm you in the cage and you get your head knocked off. It was the dirtiest word of the lot.
Breathing heavily, I shoved a hand down the front of my shorts and fisted my cock. What I wouldn’t give to be able to have Violet the way I wanted, but I knew that was impossible. I wasn’t man enough to fix her, to fucking heal her after what she’d been through. I was a fucking child when it came to relationships. Violet didn’t need a kid toying with her emotions, she needed a fucking man who could step up and take care of her.
“Want a hand with that?”
My eyes snapped open and collided with Andrea’s. Fuck, what was she still doing here? I’d agreed to some personal training twice a week. I knew it was an excuse on her part to get closer to me, but it was good for the gym, or so I told myself. Mainly it was an excuse to stare at her tits. I was a guy, and the fact that I had my hand down my shorts was proof. I was perpetually hard and ready to go.
I grunted, pulling my hand away. “I thought you’d left.”
She shook her head, biting her bottom lip. Her gaze dropped to my shorts and back up. “I’m serious you know.”
I narrowed my eyes, so fucking turned on that I was seriously debating saying yes. Just thinking about sticking my cock in something had my mind fogging over.
“Wanna fuck, fighter?”
At the thought of putting my dick in a woman, I felt my balls flare.Fucking hell. I should say no, I should kick her out, jack off and be done with it.
When I didn’t move straight away, Andrea stepped forward, placing her hand over my erection. Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip as she started to massage me through my shorts. Closing my eyes, I flexed against her, my body taking over.
Push her away,push her away.
“It’s just fucking,” I said, opening my eyes. “Just so we’re clear.”
Andrea smiled in triumph, titling her head to the side.
“Just fucking,” she replied, pulling off her sports bra.
She stood there, her tits on full show, and my dick took over. Reaching out, I pulled her into my arms, covering her mouth with mine. Her tongue was warm and wet as I kissed her, my hands clamped around her breasts, and all I could think about was chasing my release. Didn’t matterwhoit was with. I needed to take this pent up sexual frustration out on something. Andrea was willing, knew the score, so a fuck was what I was going to get.
An empty fuck that did nothing for me but dull the ache. It was something I swore I’d never do again, but as I shoved down my shorts and she fell to her knees and began to suck my erection, I couldn’t give a shit.
I closed my eyes and imagined she was Violet. I imaged she was the one who cried out with pleasure as I entered her, holding her against the wall. I imagined it was her legs wrapped around my waist. I imagined it was her pussy I fucked in long, hard strokes. I imagined it was her I came inside of.
Violet…
Who was the asshole now?
