I blink twice as I take in Ryan and Reid, boxing in the ring. They're both wearing nothing but basketball shorts and boxing gloves, oh my. I can’t seem to tear my gaze from Reid, his body slick with sweat, his muscles rippling with every movement. I don’t even know how I can tell which one Reid is from here, but I can. Reid purposely trips Ryan over, and I can hear them both laughing. They're obviously just messing around.
“What’s with the weird shaped boxing ring?” I ask, curious.
Xander eyes me for a second before replying. “We like to fight.”
“I can see that,” I murmur, my eyes still locked onto Reid. I notice that Reid and Ryan have similar tattoos that start from their shoulder and finish above their elbows.
“Quit drooling, Sum.’ Xander chuckles. I don’t even bother denying it.
“Come on, this is women’s p**n right here,” I tell him, swallowing hard when Reid throws off the gloves and runs his hand through his hair.
His impressive back is to me and I watch his muscles flex as he lifts his hands up behind his neck, talking with his brother.
“Ryan isn’t the settling down type.” He smirks. Who said I was checking out Ryan?
“And Reid?” I ask, trying to act casual.
Xander laughs, and I wince knowing this isn’t gonna be good. “Reid screws around less than Ryan. A lot less. He has a couple of f**k buddies he sticks to, but they know the deal. No commitment, no emotional attachment. He’s cold, sis. Please tell me you’re just asking out of curiosity, not interest.”
I look at Xander and roll my eyes. “Of course I’m just curious. A man like that would eat me alive.” And he would.
I hope.
Oh, hell.
“Good,” Xander says, sounding relieved. “Come on, get on the treadmill.”
“Are you hinting that you think I’m fat?” I gasp, just to annoy him.
Xander cringes, instantly backpedalling. “Of course not. You’re perfect, but you still needa exercise. I thought we could teach you some self-defence, too.”
“That actually sounds fun.” I always wanted to learn self-defence. In the world we live in, every woman should know how to defend herself.
The twins walk down towards us. I stare at Reid. Seriously. Shorts slung so low I can see the sexy V of his hips. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, he looks like a sexy Viking.
“What's she doing here?” Reid demands. Of course he has to open his mouth and ruin it.
“She is right here, and can talk for herself,” I snap. His eyes connect with mine, and I can sense his irritation, and his… lust.
Shit.
“She’s allowed to use the gym, Reid. It does belong to her father,” Xander says calmly, slapping Ryan on the back in greeting as he walks towards the equipment.
“It does?” This is news to me. Reid’s gaze softens slightly, probably feeling sorry for me because I know nothing about my own father.
I don’t want or need his sympathy.
“Hey, Ryan,” I greet, taking off my jacket, and putting it in the corner with my phone.
“Hey, Summer,” he says, his eyes roaming over my black tights and tank top. They leave nothing to the imagination, even though most of my skin is covered, you can still see the shape of my figure. I suddenly feel a little self-conscious, so I walk in the direction Xander went. I can feel two matching sets of eyes on me as I walk away. Xander is on the phone, having a hushed conversation with someone, as I get on the treadmill and set it to a slow pace.
A very slow pace.
I used to dance in school, and that's the only form of exercise I’m really used to.
“Summer, I gotta go,” Xander says, looking distracted.
“What? Why?”
“Jack rang, he needs me for something. I’ll tell the twins to keep an eye on you,” he says, kissing me on the forehead before leaving. He says something to Reid and Ryan, and to my dismay, Ryan leaves with him. They leave in a rush. I hope everything is alright. Reid walks over, looking put out that he has to babysit me.
The feeling is mutual.
“They had to go, so I’ll take you home when you’re done,” he says, getting on the treadmill next to mine. Great, now I have to run right next to him. I layered on two sport bras hoping they would contain my br**sts. Reid is about to have a first row seat to my DDs jiggling and bouncing as I jog. We exercise in silence for a few minutes, until I hear a soft groan escape Reid’s mouth. I turn to look at him only to catch his eyes on my boobs.
“Enjoying yourself?” I ask sweetly, laughing when he looks up sheepishly.
“You have nice tits,” he says, shrugging.
“How romantic,” I say dryly, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What? You were blessed in that department.”
“Thanks… I think,” I say, a flush working up my neck.
After twenty minutes I’ve had enough, and Reid sighs.
“Twenty minutes? That’s how much stamina you have?”
“Depends on what I’m doing,” I say with a grin.
Reid shakes his head, like he doesn’t know what to do with me. I have a few ideas in mind I could share, if he’s interested.
“Come on, I’ll teach you a few moves.” He gestures to the ring. I’m shocked when he grips me by the hips from behind, helping me up. Just a simple touch from him makes me shiver. I look down, not wanting him to see how he affects me. If he can make me feel like that with just one touch… Fuck.