The wind whips my hair across my face. I’m standing on the pavement, staring at the front door to his boxing gym. Shit, I’m really doing this.
Pulling up my big girl panties, I push open the door. I’m hit with the waft of sweat and leather. Grunts followed by the thuds of punches echo through the room. The door slams close behind me. Suddenly, all movement stops, and all eyes are on me.
There are muscles everywhere!
“Back to fucking work,” Grayson commands, and everyone gets back to punching immediately. He’s leaning over the red ropes on the boxing ring in the center of the room. His hair is drenched with sweat, his biceps tensed, glistening under the lights.
He’s naked… well, his top half anyway. His defined muscles are emphasized by the shimmer of sweat.
“Come here, Sunshine.”
He ducks under the ropes and climbs down the stairs, closing the distance between us. I tip my head up as he reaches me. I fiddle with the sleeve of my cardigan. I stare at his bright red boxing gloves down by his side.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispers.
“I missed you too.”
My face is squished against his sticky hard chest as he pulls me into him, wrapping his strong arms so tight around me I can barely breathe.
“I’m sorry. I promise I will never, ever do anything to hurt you again.” His voice quivers. He’s hurting just as much as I am. No, he shouldn’t have left me and driven off. But I shouldn’t have used his insecurities against him like that. If he had spoken about me with his parents like that, I would have wanted to kill him with my bare hands.
“I’m sorry for hurting you.” I sigh and rest my head against his chest, the erratic beating of his heart hammering against my ear.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Baby. This is all on me. Now, let me make it up to you?”
“What are you up to?”
“It’s a surprise. I promise it’s a good one. I just need to finish this session and then I’m all yours.” He peppers a kiss to the tip of my nose. I grab his cheeks and pull him down, claiming his mouth.
The room erupts into wolf whistles. He smiles against my lips.
“You’ve got all evening to fuck each other’s faces, Grayson. Get your ass up here and let me punch you. I’ve got ten minutes of my session left,” Luca rumbles.
“We both know you won’t be landing any punches on me, give me a minute.”
“I can’t show you up in front of your girl,” Luca retorts with a wink.
Grayson’s laughter draws my attention back to him. “Are you ok to wait whilst I knock that cocksucker out,” he says. “Then, I’ll show you your surprise.”
Excitement bubbles in my stomach. “Can I have a clue? Please.”
“Chop fucking chop, Grayson,” Luca grunts.
Grayson rolls his eyes. “Patience, Baby,” he whispers. “Go, take a seat and watch your man fight.”
“Got it, Sir.” I wink, tapping him in the center of his chest.
He turns his back and stomps back into the ring. I pad over to the mats just to the left of me, next to the punchbag chained to the ceiling. I plop down onto the floor and spread my legs out straight in front of me, leaning my back up against the wall.
“Come on then, show me what you’ve got,” Grayson taunts Luca.
Luca throws a punch, and Grayson ducks out of the way. “Really, Luca? Fucking sloppy. Hit me,” Grayson demands. Luca launches his left hand straight at Grayson’s cheek. As it connects, my man’s head jolts back. He shakes his head and grins at Luca. “Better, but still not hard enough.”
Ten minutes fly by. Grayson and Luca are bent over with their hands on their knees, breathing heavily. Sweat drips down Grayson’s forehead. “I’m off, I’ll see you next week,” he says, saluting Luca and ducking back under the ropes. He stalks toward me, pulling off his gloves. “Are you ready?” He holds out his wrapped hand. I grab his hand, and he pulls me to my feet.
We exit through a wooden door at the back of the gym. Pictures of Keller and Grayson at Keller’s World Title fight are framed on the wall. A smile forms on my lips as I remember that day. That was the first time since the kiss that I’d seen Grayson. He avoided me for as long as he could, up until the wedding.
A large oak desk sits in the center of the room, scattered with paperwork. My brows furrow as I spot two small suitcases, one baby pink, one black.
Grayson circles behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, leaning his head on my shoulder. “Where’s the one place you’ve always wanted to go?”
“Russia?” I lie.
“Not quite.”
“London?” I try to hold in my excitement, but it still comes out more like a squeak.
“I’m about to give you the best date of your life, Baby.”
“Oh my God!” I shriek. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I pepper kisses all over his neck.
“When are we going?”
“Now.”
“Wait, what, I haven’t even packed!”
“All taken care of, everything you need is there.” He nods at the suitcase.
“How?”
“I’m a very resourceful man, Sunshine.”
“Well, go get showered. We have a flight to catch.” I push against his shoulder.
“It’s a private jet, Baby.”
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips crash over mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. I moan into his mouth. His hard cock rubs against my panties, sending bolts of electricity to my core.
“Fuck, Sunshine,” he growls. “I never want to go a single week without you again.”
“Me neither.”
The door rattles as he slams my back into the door behind us. “Are you ready to join the mile high club, Baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
