Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Walking with casual nonchalance across the gym, I glanced over to where Ambrose was glaring at me, a bottle of water halfway to his lips.
He shook his head slowly.
That’s when I pounced.
I’d found that grappling with Erik wasn’t as bad as with Chance or Danny, so he was usually my target.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gripped him with my legs as he roared in surprise. It was always trickiest when I attacked without taking his legs out from under him first. I never won, but at least when he was already on the mat, I didn’t have to try staying on his back while he attempted to throw me off.
“No mercy!” I yelled.
Erik paused to laugh, and I settled myself more securely on his back.
“You’re a menace,” he said, reaching backward.
I knew he was trying to grab my armpits. That was what he always did. So I squirmed and jostled around, avoiding the move, and stupidly lost my secure grip on his back.
The minute he felt me loosen my legs, he bent quickly at the waist, and, using my T-shirt, flipped me over his back.
I landed on the mat with a thud, the wind knocked completely out of me.
“Pathetic,” Chance called from across the room.
“You’re pathetic,” I wheezed, staring at the ceiling.
“She can’t best me,” Erik said conversationally, looking down at me. “Yet, she keeps trying.”
“I’ll get you one of these days,” I gasped. “Old man.”
“Doubtful,” he replied, crossing his massive tattooed arms across his chest.
“Can you breathe?” Ambrose asked as he pulled me to my feet.
I coughed and nodded. “Yep. Totally fine.”
“Good.”
Before I could even plant my feet, he’d swept them out from under me, and I landed on the mat again.
Then it was on.
I loved wrestling with Ambrose. Not only did I enjoy having his body pressed against mine, no matter the situation, but I also loved that he didn’t go easy on me. After the first day, when I could tell he was testing my skill level, he’d never let me win. We were careful not to cause any lasting damage, but otherwise we fought dirty. Like the world was ending. Like it mattered. Because it did. Knowing the correct way to strike a blow or take down someone who was prepared for the move was all well and good, but I’d gotten that man’s arms from around my hips by gouging his eyes out, not by doing some fancy maneuver.
By the time I tapped out, Ambrose’s legs were wrapped around mine, and he’d pinned me flat, his hands holding my arms above my head.
The room around us was silent. Turning my head from side to side, I found that at some point, the rest of the occupants had left.
“I think your swearing scared them off,” Ambrose joked, smiling down at me.
“My prowess, you mean,” I countered, shoving my hips upward like I could throw him off.
“Oh, I’m sure it was that.”
“Ugh.” I dropped my head to the mat and sighed. “You wore me out.”
“This morning?”
I looked at him in confusion for a moment before I realized what he was talking about.
He’d woken me up by playing with my nipples, and I’d paid him back by riding him into two orgasms. My thighs had burned for an hour afterward.
“That too.” I smiled, tilting my head so he’d lean down and kiss me.
His tongue slid over my lips so softly that I groaned, but when I tried to press closer, he pulled back, just out of reach. He did it again and again, not putting enough pressure to satisfy me, but dragging me along the edge until I wanted to smack him.
“Kiss me,” I ordered as I stared into his eyes. They crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
“Say please.”
I loved the playful side of Ambrose that I’d seen more and more as the days passed and our connection deepened, but I had no patience for it in that moment.
Fire raced down my spine, and my back arched, pressing our lower bodies together even more.
“Oh, it’s like that,” he said, his eyes darkening.
He let me go in an instant and flipped me over before I could reach for him.
I felt the sting before I’d even realized what he’d done, but I was prepared for the second time he smacked my ass.
He paused, waiting for my reaction. When I tilted my hips up in response, he groaned and smacked the first cheek again, making it throb.
“We can’t do this here,” I reminded him as both of his hands gripped my ass, kneading them with his fingers and prolonging the burn.
“Up,” he whispered in my ear.
I scrambled to my feet and grabbed his hand as he strode toward the door to the garage. We hurried through the house like a couple of kids trying to get away with something, but we’d only made it to the second stair when Charlie surprised us by calling out my name.