Love Tap

by M. N. Forgy

  I grab at my growing dick, it wants so bad to be reunited with Tate Davis too.

  Her eyes flick to mine and I freeze. My heart skipping a beat that she caught me. My chest constricts at the thought I’m a peeping fucking tom.

  Quickly I grab a shirt, any shirt from the floor and step away from the window.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tate

  I run two miles before the sun even rises. The whole time my feet plow into the asphalt I think about Camden training me.

  We will be so close in the ring. His body next to mine, the smell of him lingering on me for hours afterwards.

  I close my eyes turning onto my block. My mind battling with the pros and cons, but the only thing I can solely focus on is I’m going to be with Camden in a ring. Like old times.

  He may not want to be with me, and that hurts on a whole other level. But this is the best move for my career. If anyone knows what it’s like in the ring… it’s Camden Steel.

  ***

  Stepping into the gym I find Camden by the ring taping his hands. It’s just us at his early hour.

  His eyes rake me up and down and butterflies swarm in my stomach. I know he was watching me undress yesterday. I can’t deny that I liked it. Though I wish I knew so I could have been a little sexier about it. My shirt got caught in my hair, and my shorts stuck to my sweaty thighs.

  My childhood feelings set aside, no woman could blame me for being head over heels for Camden. If they saw him, they’d be just as dick whipped as I am. Camden is ruggedly beautiful. He’s rough around the edges with a hint of pretty boy laced within the depths. His gorgeous blue eyes and sharp jaw hit you first. Then his thick blond hair and slightly crooked nose. And don’t get me started on his hands, they’re so manly you’d want to have him grab you under the thighs and manhandle you every day of the week.

  Heading to the locker room he reaches out and grabs my arm, stopping me. I look down at this hand. My breath picking up at the simple skin contact.

  “You give anymore thought to me training you?” he asks, dropping his hand. Instantly my skin cools, and I want the warmth of his hand back.

  Swallowing, I nod.

  “I have. What will Debs think if I have you train me?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t really care.”

  Popping my hip out I roll my eyes. Typical man.

  “Look, how about you let me teach you some things, and Debs can arrange the fights and shit. I don’t have those kind of contacts like she does, but I know more about being in the ring than her.” He rests his arms on the side of the ring. His hair is slicked back today, showing his face off perfectly.

  “Why do you want to train me so bad?”

  He rubs the back of his neck in deep thought.

  “To be honest, I haven’t been very excited about training or fighting in a long time. Not until the thought of helping you in the ring came to mind.” He glances back at me and smiles but his eyes don’t shine like I’m used to seeing. They look darker. “It’s all I’ve thought about since- helping you that is.”

  He really doesn’t want to fight anymore does he? My heart skips a beat at the thought, and I want to ask him what happened while I was away. I know it’d be pushing it though. We just got on talking terms, and I don’t want to push him away.

  “Here I was thinking you just wanted to cum on my new yoga pants.” I tug on the fabric of my pants, trying to lighten the mood.

  His lips curve into a smirk as he pins me with passionate eyes, his look of torment fading.

  “That was all you that night.” My cheeks flush, and I look away. I just walked myself into that one didn’t I? I’m still not convinced he didn’t come too.

  “Alright, we’ll give you training me a shot.” I bite at my bottom lip nervously, my palms coating with sweat that this is really happening.

  ***

  I tape my hands up, and of course they look like crap compared to when someone else does it, but it’ll get the job done. I sit on the bench, nervous.

  Why am I nervous? I used to wrestle around with Camden all the time as kids. Rubbing my temples I know why I’m nervous. I won’t be able to focus on a word he’s saying, all I want is for his lips to take my breath away, or his hands to skim my breasts. For him to make me laugh, and for us to just be… us. I’d do anything to be the friend I once was with him.

  This is going to take all the willpower I have to be professional.

  After a short pep talk of keeping my focus on training and not on childhood crushes, or Camden’s immaculate chest, I leave the locker room. My heart is beating a mile a minute, the tune so loud it could be my walk out song before a fight.

  Entering the ring, Camden is sitting down stretching. The muscles in his back bulging and flexing as he strains them. I close my eyes, trying to get my shit together.

  “You stretch?” he asks.

  Popping my eyes open, I freeze.

  Crap, my mind was so busy I didn’t even think about stretching myself.

  “No, I forgot,” I reply as my cheeks blush. Rookie move, Tate. Rookie move.

  “First thing, always stretch. You don’t want to lose a fight based on you pulling a ligament,” he schools. I mask a smile and nod, but I already know everything he’s telling me.

  Taking a steady breath, I sit down on the ring floor. “Touch your feet to mine,” he instructs.

  Following his instructions, I touch my bare feet to his. They’re much bigger, and surprisingly soft. I reach for my toes and he leans forward, grabbing my hands, stretching us out.

  The feel of his powerful hands gripping mine reminds me of how he picked me up so effortlessly and slammed me against the wall in his room. They’re so domineering, so capable of destruction, it’s hard not thinking about them all over you.

  “Does it feel good?” Camden’s voice vibrates through my body and my eyes flick to his. His hooded eyes convey he’s playing with me.

  I clear my throat and let go of his hands. Noticing mine are sweaty, I wipe them off on my shorts.

  “What is in store for me from the famous Camden Steel?” I joke, my heart beating like a thunderstorm.

  “Well for starters I want to see what moves you know, and see how well you can grapple. We need to work on that endurance of yours too,” he states.

  “I don’t know many moves. Just what I knew from when we were kids and of course the famous YouTube,” I confess, rolling my wrists to flex the muscles.

  “You stopped everything when you moved didn’t you?” His voice goes soft, and I hate the sympathy in his tone.

  “They didn’t offer much there,” I lie. They did, but what can I say, I sunk into a deep depression after I left here. Anything that reminded me of my life here in Chicago pressed me deeper in the sinking pit of darkness.

  He doesn’t press any further and I’m thankful. Standing up, he bounces on the heels of his feet.

  “Alright, show me what you got.”

  Getting into position I pull my fists up just like he taught me the other day.

  “Come on, princess,” he waves his hands, taunting me to come forward. I scowl at his insult. Princess, I’m hardly that. I jab, and he ducks quickly.

  “You missed,” he chuckles. Clearly he’s grown an ego since I saw him last.

  I take another swing and miss again. He turns on the balls of his feet placing him behind me. Wrapping a strong arm around my body, his chest presses into my back. The smell of Irish Spring soap overpowering my senses.

  “If you want me, you have to be faster,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. His breath hot and sticky against my skin. He nips at the lobe and lets me go, circling me like a shark.

  Shaking the lust from my head, I get back into stance. Focusing on the fight at hand. Angry that I am becoming so love struck so easily, I throw a quick kick, and it hits him in the chest harder than I intended it to.

  “Shit, sorry!” I cover my mouth scared I hit him too hard.

  “Don’t say you’re
sorry Tate. Ever. Not in the ring.” He looks at me angry.

  “Right, sorr—” I catch myself doing it again. Looking up I find Camden adjusting his shorts, not paying attention.

  Quickly I deliver an uppercut, hitting him in the chin.

  Lowering my fists I smile proud.

  “How’s that for too slow?”

  “Good, but you messed up.” He smirks.

  My face pales, I know I did that right. “How?”

  He jabs me in the cheek with this right hand, and my eyes widen with surprise. A slight sting blossoming across my face.

  “You left yourself open celebrating,” he chuckles, pissing me off.

  “You hit me!”

  He gives me a look conveying I’m being ridiculous.

  “It was a love tap. Shake it off and show me what you got,” he waves me on.

  I glower at him and charge him. Putting him into a Clench Hold. Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him.

  Using his free arms, he wraps them around my head, grappling for control.

  “If you wanted to press your body against mine, you could have just asked,” his voice husky, it takes everything I have to not be turned on.

  His hand skims along my breast, and goosebumps race up my arms. My body swaying into him on its own accord.

  My eyes flick to his, wondering if he noticed. His eyes flash knowingly, and his hands skim down my back, grabbing my ass aggressively.

  I want to give into him so bad, but he could be testing me. My panties are fucking wet as hell, my heart beating with aggression and passion I have to close my eyes and push through the storm my body is battling.

  I give a one, two punch combo to his ribs and he lets go. “You hit like a girl, you know that,” he groans with pain. His discomfort is my drive to deliver more. I wrap my leg across his, and I take him to the ground. Quickly I climb on top of him.

  “Good. I hear they’re better fighters than men anyway,” I reply back.

  He chuckles, before surprising me and rolling us. Grabbing my arms he pins them above my head. His wild eyes search my face. My stomach fills with butterflies as he stares at me with such passion. Slowly he lowers his head, and my insides twist, desperately wanting him to close the gap and kiss me senseless.

  “You gotta be kidding me,” a disappointed voice quips from outside the ring. Quickly Camden jumps off me, and I crawl to my feet.

  Debs and Thomas are both standing by the ropes, their faces not pleased.

  “How stupid can you be boy?” Thomas scolds and I can’t help but take offense.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Camden tilts his head to the side, his shoulders tensing with aggression.

  “You can’t keep your mind in the game if you’re thinking about pussy, that’s what. We talked about this, no attachments,” Thomas voices and I blanche from his statement.

  “This goes for you too Tate,” Debs tries to act hard, but she fails. She just doesn’t have it in her voice like Thomas does.

  “It’s none of your business Thomas, and it sure as hell ain’t yours,” he points at Debs.

  “What are you doing in the ring with her anyway?” Debs asks and I tense. I wonder if she’ll be pissed I’m training with him. Shit, maybe I should have checked with her first.

  “I’m going to help train her,” Camden states matter of factly.

  “Excuse me?” Her eyes bug out. “I took her on when nobody else wanted her, now that you all see she has some talent under that skin and bones you think you can cut in and take my future paycheck?”

  “Nice,” sarcasm drips from my voice.

  “Don’t act like I’m a monster Tate, none of you are anything but a paycheck.” Debs puts her hands on her hips, eyeing me like I’m clueless.

  “I thought I could help train, because you suck as a trainer Debs. In fact if it weren’t for Thomas screwing you, you’d be out of a job, I’m sure.” Camden doesn’t hold back, he clearly doesn’t care if he upsets her. I can’t say that I do either at this point.

  “You’re an asshole! You’re a washed up has been. You know that!” Debs jabs her index finger in the air with every syllable.

  My fists clench and Camden’s body goes rigid.

  “Hey now! Everyone shut up!” Thomas demands, but Camden doesn’t back down.

  “This is how it’s going to be Debs. You have the contacts, how I have no fucking clue but you do, so you can set up fights and what have you. As for getting paid, you can keep your paycheck too, me training Tate isn’t about money,” Camden informs, glancing sideways at me. I can’t help the fuzzy feelings running through my body at his statement and look down.

  They all go quiet, the silence making me shift on my feet.

  “Like a team, I can do that,” Thomas breaks the silence.

  “Alright, fine, less work for me,” Debs huffs, throwing her hands up in defeat. She really is a piece of work.

  “I don’t want to see any more of that lovey shit, Camden. You got it?” Thomas points at Camden, then me. My cheeks blush, knowing he saw us.

  “Got it.” Camden pushes the words through gritted teeth, clearly not amused they walked in on such a private moment. I agree, one more second and I would have been lip locked with him. After four years, our lips would have finally been reunited, and everything in the world would have been lost in the background.

  Turning around, Camden smacks his hands together and says, “Let’s keep going. I saw you do a rear naked choke that day you were in the ring, but you messed it up.”

  “No I didn’t?” I protest with furrowed brows. I have been doing that move since I was a kid.

  “You did, try it on me.”

  Stepping up behind him, he lowers himself so I can reach. I wrap my right arm around his neck as my hand rests right behind his head. Using my left elbow I place it on his left shoulder, my hand sitting on his head.

  I squeeze his neck with my arm and he reaches up, tearing my arm free.

  “See, I shouldn’t be able to do that so easy,” he points out.

  “Okay, so what did I do wrong?”

  “You wore panties. You shouldn’t wear any panties.”

  I freeze, narrowing my brows. He’s fucking with me.

  “Do the move again, only tuck your left hand behind my head to where it’s touching your shoulder instead of sitting on my head, and then push your head against mine. This way it locks your hands in to where I can’t pull them down.”

  I do as he instructed, and when he tries to pull my arms, it’s unsuccessful.

  “See. It works. But if you don’t wear panties that would distract me too.” He winks and my thighs clench wanting so much to grant his wish.

  For the next two hours he teaches me how to do a few basic moves. How to duck and weave, and keep my foot work more firm and not so loose. Of course they are all laced with suggestive comments that has me ready to explode.

  Camden Steel is like a snake in the ring. Quick and unpredictable. I, on the other hand, am about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I really have to get my endurance up.

  Sitting down to take a break, he hands me a bottle of cold water.

  “You’re a natural Tate.” He sits down next me. I look down, not good with compliments.

  “I don’t know about that,” I chuckle, looking at the plastic bottle. “Sometimes I think I should just stick with boxing instead of attempting MMA.”

  He shakes his head in disagreement, taking a sip of his sports drink. The way his lips curve around it makes mine pout, wanting to be on the receiving end. Fuck Thomas and Debs.

  “Stop looking at me like that.” He doesn’t even look at me; he can just feel me looking at him. Quickly I look down and bite my lip to keep from blushing.

  “It takes a lot to premeditate your next move, to be able to use your whole body like you do. You need to use it.”

  The door rings as a tall slender woman walks in. She has dark short hair and is tanned an amazing brown. She has an off the shoulder shirt
exposing her skin and has on some very revealing shorts.

  “I think she might be lost,” I tilt the bottle of water in her direction.

  Her eyes gaze over the gym before landing on us, shining with recognition at Camden.

  She beams with a cheesy smile and sashays toward us.

  “Camden baby!” she coos and my stomach drops. I eye Camden, curious if he’s going to introduce me. Is this his girlfriend?

  “Tate, why don’t you go clean up?” Camden suggests standing up. My chest fumes with anger. Is he fucking serious?

  I can’t keep my mouth from parting in disbelief.

  Not giving me a chance to cuss him out he walks toward her.

  Pursing my lips in anger, my mind runs with violent thoughts as I get up and walk to the other side of the ring. But I don’t leave. I’m curious who this woman is and if Camden won’t tell me... I’ll find out for myself.

  They whisper to each other to where I can’t hear a word that is being said, and she touches his face in an alluring matter. I can literally feel my nostrils flare with jealousy. They are intimately close, that’s for sure.

  The hair on my arms stands straight as I watch her flirt with him. She’s really pretty. Her makeup is done flawlessly, her legs long and model worthy. I can’t help the urge to grab her by the hair and smash her pretty little face into the side of the ring.

  I turn away from them, the mirror throwing my reflection back at me. My hair is in a messy bun. I have no makeup on and I’m covered in sweat. I hate that I don’t feel comfortable in dresses, that I can’t wear makeup and feel flawless.

  I never feel insecure, but I do now. Closing my eyes, I look away from the mirror and back at the horror show happening before me.

  The woman’s eyes furrow with an unreadable look and she walks away, her arm outstretched like she just can’t let him go. I want to strike her in the face bad. Most importantly, I want to break Camden’s jaw for toying with my heart.

  “Who was that?” I can’t help the anger dripping from the question.