Honor makes me want to know her, inside and out, not just fuck her. Correction. I want to sink my cock so deep inside her slender body she never forgets me, but I’m okay with getting there slower. Taking my time. I haven’t been in this type of situation since high school, and I find I’m a bit rusty. The challenge, however, is rather exciting. This girl is different, and I wasn’t lying to her when I said I enjoy different. I don’t need another bimbo bouncing on my cock. I’m turning thirty years old in a month. I’ve got a gym that’s on the rise and solid clientele at the studio. I’ve got my own pad above the gym I’m happy in—for now—but one day in the not-too-distant future, I’d like to take a wife. Share my world with someone. Buy a home, fill it with children.
I can already see bringing Honor to Sunday night dinner with my family. My sisters would fall all over themselves in love with her. She’s the exact opposite of them. Blonde to their brunette. Willowy and tall to their petite stature and overabundant hourglass figures. Pearly pale skin to their darker-toned Mediterranean. She’s the opposite of every woman I love, and I can’t help but notice the beauty in that. She’s special. Honor Carmichael is one of a kind, and I intend to make her mine.
Wanting to keep her chatting, I text her back.
Why? Off to box. Will check back with you later, Dove.
I type out the quick question and let her know I won’t be responding right away, but I do want to hear what has her house hunting. The fact that she needs a new place doesn’t sit right in my gut. A million questions enter my mind, none of which I can answer with so little information.
The need to get in the ring is electrifying my skin, zinging each nerve with static electricity. I’m pumped and ready for action.
Right on time, Trent enters the locker room. The professional baseball player is not a small guy. Our friend Clayton has kept Trent trim and in top form, holding his position on the Oakland Ports for a long time. From what I understand, he’s closing in on needing to renew his contract once again. Rumors are he’s thinking of retiring at thirty-two. Then again, if I had a sweet woman like Genevieve warming my bed every night, making my brood meals three times a day, and basically spreading love and light all over the place, I’d consider hanging up the towel too. Not that I’m ever going to be able to do that with what I make. I’ll have to work until I die.
“Hey, man.” He tosses his bag on the bench, already dressed in his workout gear.
“You ready to become minced meat?” I goad.
Trent’s eyebrow rises, and he punches his hand. The loud smack echoes off the metal lockers in the otherwise empty room. “You think you can take me, son? I’m about to serve you up a can of whoop ass!”
I grin and take Trent’s hand in a firm, friendly handshake. “Good to see you, brother.”
“Likewise. Now, I’ve only got an hour. The Alexanders have Will and Mary tonight; Row is hanging at a buddy’s pad, and Viv’s got some type of surprise for me waiting at home. Usually that means fuck-hot lingerie and a night I won’t soon forget.” He grabs the tape and starts wrapping his fingers.
“Looks like we need to get you in the ring, then. Soon as you’re done taping, let’s hit it.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “Meet ya there with the headgear and gloves.”
“Cool. No pot shots to the dick. I’m going to need that fella later.” He smiles widely, and I shake my head, grinning.
This is exactly what I need. Male bonding time in the ring to get my mind off a hot, timid blonde.
Sweat pours down my face, coating my chest and abs. Trent is no better when we make our way back to the locker rooms.
“Shit, man, you were a beast out there,” he grumbles. “Got some shit on your mind or what?” He wipes his face with a hand towel.
I grab my own towel and pat my cheeks. “Let me ask you this. You’ve got a smokin’-hot blonde…”
“Watch it…” Trent growls. The man is beyond overprotective toward his wife, Genevieve. With good reason. The woman is a sprite but with a bangin’ body and a beautiful personality. She’s a dead ringer for Gwen Stefani in her early years.
I chuckle and ignore the warning. “What I mean to say is, you had to chase Viv a little, right?”
Trent runs the towel over his hair and then drops it around his thick neck. “Yeah, a little. Why? You found a woman who’s got your dick kinked?”
“Not exactly. Met her at yoga a week or so ago, then saw her again in Gracie’s class. Asked her out. We’re doing that on Friday.”
Trent sits down on the bench, legs open wide as he removes his shoes and socks. “Thought you didn’t mix business with pleasure.”
I roll my eyes and clench my teeth. My own rule is haunting me with everyone I know. It is true. I don’t date the clientele. That shit can get messy quick.
“Honor’s different.”
Trent grins. “If she’s got you breaking your own rules and taking her out on a bona fide date…I’ll say. When was the
