Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Yeah, Riley had a pair. She said you taught her some things last year or something?”
“Yeah, Riley knows how to handle herself pretty well,” I reply as Nina pulls a pair of gloves from her bag. I recognize them as Riley’s and watch as she attempts to put them on.
“No, like this,” I say, stepping closer.
She’s wearing some kind of scent–a perfume or maybe just something she put in her hair–but it wafts into my nostrils as I take her right hand in mine and show her how to tighten the strap around her wrist.
From this angle I can see right down her incredible cleavage. My eyes scrape every inch of her plump, perky tits as I reach over and take her left wrist and do the same thing as I did with her right, securing her glove onto her hand.
Her gym pants are hugging her curves in just the right way, showing off her oh-so-feminine hips that make me think this girl was just made for breeding. Some women give off that vibe and some don’t, and Nina does. I’ve never been a guy who’s had children on his mind or immediate agenda, but for some reason, I feel like this is a girl I could easily knock up and feel happy about it.
Riley, on the other hand, is just a one-night stand kind of girl. But I’d never sleep with her anyway because she’s cousins with Jason of course and that would be breaking the bro-code.
But Nina–Nina has something about her that’s just drawing me in like I’m a lion out on the prairie (do lions roam the prairies?) and I’ve found my mate. Every instinct in me is telling me to snatch her by the hair, strip her naked, lick every single inch of her body, and then plant my seed as deep inside her as I possibly can.
I bet she’d look unbelievably hot with a pregnant belly.
But that’s not what we’re doing right now. Right now I have to teach her how to defend herself from creepy predatory men.
“Okay, Nina, why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” I ask, stepping back and taking a fighting stance in front of her. I leave my hands low so as not to intimidate her.
“What I’ve got?” she asks, looking like a timid little rabbit.
I hold up my hands in front of me and step closer.
“Give me your one-two.”
“My one-two?” she asks hesitantly.
“Yeah, you know. One-two punch?”
“Oh,” she replies, clearly not really knowing what I’m talking about but doing her best to pretend. “Like...one…two?” she asks as she throws her right hand at my right and her left hand at my left. To be fair, it’s not as bad as I was expecting.
“Not bad, not bad.” I nod. “For a girl.”
“For a girl?” she snips back, looking offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She quickly throws back another one-two, which I counter immediately with an open-hand smack to the side of her head as softly as I can, using my left hand.
“Ow!” she cries out, stepping back quickly. “Oh my God!”
“That’s what I mean,” I chuckle. “Okay, come on. Keep going, show me what you’ve got Nina. Let’s go. More. Gimmie more.”
It takes less than two seconds for her eyes to flare and for her to recompose herself, and then she’s coming back at me, slinging punches at my hands as I dodge side to side, making it harder on her.
I’ve never sparred with a girl before–well, not since Riley–and I don’t consider Riley a girl since she’s Jason’s cousin and she’s off-limits. And I have to say, this whole experience is turning me on like I hadn’t expected when I agreed to take the job.
Nina has a fire in her, and she looks cute as hell coming at me with her little fists and a look of concentration on her gorgeous face as she throws jabs at me that could never hurt me in a million years.
I want to grab her, pin her down on the mat, and rip those gym pants and that sports bra right off of her.
Riley is twenty if I remember right, so Nina must be around that age too, which means she’s about ten years younger than me. Everyone says these days that dating a girl that much younger than you is grooming or means you’re a predator or something, but I just think the people who talk that way are jealous. Nina is fucking gorgeous, and she’s gonna be mine.
“Put your hips into it,” I tell her. “You’re small, Nina, you’ve got to put your weight into it or you’re never going to do any damage to anyone, especially a guy who’s bigger than you.”
“I am putting my weight into it,” she grunts.
“No you’re not,” I reply, feeling the impact of her blows against my hands. “You’re not doing shit.”