muscles in his naked upper body? I swear I saw his pecs bounce.
"Yeah, I'm sure we will," I respond. "I'll be here working most days."
There, I hadn't turned him down, but I didn't lead him on, either.
"No, I meant maybe we could go out one night. Like on a date."
I hear the loud crunch of Jude's plastic bottle and see his tense posture in my peripheral vision. So he'd heard that, huh? Is he jealous? If so he's crazy, since I'd have to be a blind and dumb idiot to want anyone but him. He probably has no idea that I've been crushing on him ever since the first time I saw him. He was only fifteen when he and Jax started training here with my dad. Jude was definitely leaner back then, but so damn gorgeous, he didn't seem real to my eleven-year-old self.
"Oh. Well, I um, actually just started seeing someone, so I hope I'll be spending most of my free time with him this summer."
"Too bad," Matt replies, already retreating backwards but still cocky when he says, "Let me know if there's anything I can do to change your mind."
I nod and he heads down the hall toward the locker room. After a few seconds, Jude comes over and leans his forearms on the counter across from me. "I think I'm gonna ask Matt to spar with me tomorrow," he snarls with a clenched jaw, making me laugh.
"That won't be a fair fight," I reply.
"We're in the same weight class."
"Yeah, but you're about to become the Welterweight Champion of the World, and he's only been fighting for three years."
That makes Jude smile, easing his hostility. "You think I'll win?"
"I'd bet on you. You've been beating Jax and he's a helluva lot tougher than Linc Abrams."
“Thanks,” he says with a chuckle. “So, do you want to meet me at River House Tavern at seven tonight?” he asks softly, “Or do you already have plans with one of these other dickheads?”
I smile and shake my head. “Nope, no other plans. I’ll see you there.”
Chapter Eight
Jude
I feel like I could take on King Kong’s fat ass and I’d stomp him into the ground. It's an awesome feeling, and I know Sadie has everything to do with it. Being with her gives me a bizarre high I've never felt before. Whenever I'm away from her now I'm constantly jonesing for more. I want to talk to her, see her, and have her underneath me. And as badass as I feel, there's also this nagging edge of desperation or...dependence that I can't shake, and I'm not sure I want to. For the first time in my life, I wake up and go to bed looking forward to something incredible in my life other than fighting. Like tonight.
It'll be like my first official date with a woman. I don't just want to get in Sadie's pants. I want to spend time with her, make her smile and hear her laugh. Ever since we made plans last night, I've been eager to just get to know more about the girl I've seen every day for seven years but never really talked to before.
After my shower I’m in such a good mood that I have to fight the insane urge to enthusiastically moonwalk to my locker. It’s impossible to ignore overhearing snippets of the other guys gossiping like chicks, only more X-rated. Pretty much the usual around here.
“… see her ass hanging out of those shorts when she bent over? Goddamn !” Jimmy exclaims while I'm pulling on my clothes.
“That’s nothing. Yesterday she had on this low V-neck dress with no fucking bra. Leaning forward on the counter, her tits were spilling out of it, just begging to be devoured,” Matt responds.
“I don’t know when the fuck she got so hot, but now she’s got every bastard in this place walking around with a raging boner. She's so goddamn distracting I can't look away even when I try.”
Whoa . That comment grabs my attention. Sadie's the only female who hangs around the gym other than the occasional girlfriend or mother who randomly stops by. Surely they’re not talking about her…But then Matt says, “Yeah, too bad she said she’s seeing someone. I’d give my left nut to
"Yeah, I'm sure we will," I respond. "I'll be here working most days."
There, I hadn't turned him down, but I didn't lead him on, either.
"No, I meant maybe we could go out one night. Like on a date."
I hear the loud crunch of Jude's plastic bottle and see his tense posture in my peripheral vision. So he'd heard that, huh? Is he jealous? If so he's crazy, since I'd have to be a blind and dumb idiot to want anyone but him. He probably has no idea that I've been crushing on him ever since the first time I saw him. He was only fifteen when he and Jax started training here with my dad. Jude was definitely leaner back then, but so damn gorgeous, he didn't seem real to my eleven-year-old self.
"Oh. Well, I um, actually just started seeing someone, so I hope I'll be spending most of my free time with him this summer."
"Too bad," Matt replies, already retreating backwards but still cocky when he says, "Let me know if there's anything I can do to change your mind."
I nod and he heads down the hall toward the locker room. After a few seconds, Jude comes over and leans his forearms on the counter across from me. "I think I'm gonna ask Matt to spar with me tomorrow," he snarls with a clenched jaw, making me laugh.
"That won't be a fair fight," I reply.
"We're in the same weight class."
"Yeah, but you're about to become the Welterweight Champion of the World, and he's only been fighting for three years."
That makes Jude smile, easing his hostility. "You think I'll win?"
"I'd bet on you. You've been beating Jax and he's a helluva lot tougher than Linc Abrams."
“Thanks,” he says with a chuckle. “So, do you want to meet me at River House Tavern at seven tonight?” he asks softly, “Or do you already have plans with one of these other dickheads?”
I smile and shake my head. “Nope, no other plans. I’ll see you there.”
Chapter Eight
Jude
I feel like I could take on King Kong’s fat ass and I’d stomp him into the ground. It's an awesome feeling, and I know Sadie has everything to do with it. Being with her gives me a bizarre high I've never felt before. Whenever I'm away from her now I'm constantly jonesing for more. I want to talk to her, see her, and have her underneath me. And as badass as I feel, there's also this nagging edge of desperation or...dependence that I can't shake, and I'm not sure I want to. For the first time in my life, I wake up and go to bed looking forward to something incredible in my life other than fighting. Like tonight.
It'll be like my first official date with a woman. I don't just want to get in Sadie's pants. I want to spend time with her, make her smile and hear her laugh. Ever since we made plans last night, I've been eager to just get to know more about the girl I've seen every day for seven years but never really talked to before.
After my shower I’m in such a good mood that I have to fight the insane urge to enthusiastically moonwalk to my locker. It’s impossible to ignore overhearing snippets of the other guys gossiping like chicks, only more X-rated. Pretty much the usual around here.
“… see her ass hanging out of those shorts when she bent over? Goddamn !” Jimmy exclaims while I'm pulling on my clothes.
“That’s nothing. Yesterday she had on this low V-neck dress with no fucking bra. Leaning forward on the counter, her tits were spilling out of it, just begging to be devoured,” Matt responds.
“I don’t know when the fuck she got so hot, but now she’s got every bastard in this place walking around with a raging boner. She's so goddamn distracting I can't look away even when I try.”
Whoa . That comment grabs my attention. Sadie's the only female who hangs around the gym other than the occasional girlfriend or mother who randomly stops by. Surely they’re not talking about her…But then Matt says, “Yeah, too bad she said she’s seeing someone. I’d give my left nut to
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