Page 3 of Forgotten Comeback
All three enter me, and I welcome the delicious bite of pain.
“Welp, that answers my question. Girl, better you than me.” No way three well-endowed dicks are parking in my single-car garage.
Everyone in the book arrives, and I arrive…at the gym. Good thing I brought an extra change of panties, because even with the physics-defying group sex scene, it was still hot as hell.
“Lick her clean, Father Paul orders his brethren.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I nearly jump out of my skin, giving Russell a little wave as I fumble for my phone. It goes flying across the floorboard of the passenger seat.
“Now spit that big load of cum in her mouth.”
No!
Unbuckling, I lunge for my phone and slam the pause button.
“Hey, Russell.” My cheeks flame as I open my door and join my trainer, pretending it’s no biggie. It’s that, or die of embarrassment, and dammit, it’s still too early for this day to be ruined.
“Hey. Sorry to startle you.”
“No worries,” I say, and bless him, if he heard any of that, he pretends he didn’t as we walk to the front of Ace’s Wild Boxing Club.
Russel scans his card and holds open the door for me. “I don’t have you down for training today,” he warns.
“Oh, I know; I’m putting in a solo session this morning.” I’ve never considered myself particularly athletic, but now that I’ve gotten a taste of those feel-good workout endorphins, I’m hooked.
“Like the enthusiasm.” He gives me a thumbs up. “Hey, while I’ve got you, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Shoot,” I say, praying it’s not the title of my audiobook. While my trainer is an attractive man, he’s not my type, and I’d hate for things to get weird between us.
“Would you be interested in helping me out in the front office a few days a week? I’m stretched a bit thin,” he admits.
Nois on the tip of my tongue. I’m supposed to be prioritizing rest on my days off from the casino.
“Twenty bucks an hour,” he continues. “Cash under the table. Plus, I’ll comp your membership each month.”
“Thirty an hour, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” I find myself saying, the extra cash too good to pass up.
“I can do that.” He holds out his fist, and I give him a bump with mine.
“Once I get my schedule for the Diamond this week, I’ll text you which days I can come in.”
“Perfect. Enjoy your workout. Remember, guard that face.” He demonstrates as he bobs and weaves with his fists up.
“I’m not sparring with anyone?—”
“Still want good form, even with solo bag work.” He points at me.
“Yes, Coach.”
After a quick trip to the locker room to stash my bag, I enter the main floor. It’s a busy morning, but I spot an empty corner and hustle to stake my claim.
Grabbing a jump rope, I set a timer on my phone as I warm up. The first time I skipped rope, I felt like an uncoordinated oaf, but I’m getting better. The timer goes off, and my heart’s already pumping as I get to work wrapping my hands. I’m not a pro at this either, but I get the job done and slip on my boxing gloves.
There’s only one available bag, and I stake my claim as I begin throwing punches.
Jab. Hook. Uppercut.
