Kyansnorts. Finn glares as he yanks his shirt over his head, leaving his dark hair in disarray."I have a fight later,” Finn says, dropping his bag on the floor and bending over to pull outsome wraps. Finn hands them to Kyan and holds out his hands for Kyan to wrap them. As soon as his hands are wrapped, he’s shadow boxing. Kyanpicks up the pads and holds them out. Finn hits them, decidedly harder than I did.I bite my lip as I watch the two of them. I watch the way every single muscle rolls and tenses, delivering rawpowerwith each punch that Finn lands on the pads.That pub isashithole but there's a reason I goand watch the fights. All that man is like a drug to my hormones.
"Told you that's the only reason you come here,"Kyansays. My gaze snaps from Finn's rippling abs toKyan'sface. "Careful, you'll chew your bottom lip off." A grin plays over his lips and I glare at him before giving him my middle finger. He shakes his head and turns his attentionback to Finn who hasn't broken stride, or paid us the slightest bit of attention.
"Yeah, well,” I sigh, “this does look like the start of a really fucking good gay porno."
Now Finn looks at me with a scowl pulling his brows together. I laugh and pat his shoulder. His skin is sweaty and hot and I allow my fingers to linger longer than they should. Hey, can't blame a girl for getting her kicks where she can."It's okay,Finnley, you'd be the top."I smile.
"The fuck?"Kyansays, dropping his arms to his sides and yanking off the pads. "That's just not nice,ginge. What did I ever do to you?"
I cupKyan’sface andsmooshhis cheeks together until he's pouting. "But you're just so pretty, princess." I flick his hair. "Rapunzel,Rapunzel..." He glares at me. He's too easy.
"Are we training or not?" Finn snaps.
"Calm yourself, Finn.” I say. “Now, I know you so love my delightful company, but I'm going. You can punch shit and grunt away." Nothing. "I swear to god, Finn, you are going to need Botoxby the time you're thirty-five." I lean in,studyinghis face closer. His scowl deepens. I glance over my shoulder atKyan. "Seriously, is he scowling at me, or his face just set like that? I can't tell."Kyanthrows his head back on a laugh and grabs my hips. Finn’s gaze drops to Kyan’s hands on my hips and his lips press in a tight line.
"Go, treacle."Kyanmoves me to the side. "We have man shit to do."
I pick up my hoody from the bench and tug it on, fastening the zip over my bare stomach. "At least she's fucking dressed now," Finn mumbles under his breath.
"Aw,Finnley, you didn't appreciate aneyefulof the girls? Maybe youshouldbe concerned about that bottomsituation,Kyan," I tease.
Kyan’s blonde eyebrows shoot up. "No shit." He looks at Finn and puts his hands on his hips. "The fuck is wrong with you? You never tell a girl she should put more clothes on." Shaking his head, he gives Finn a disappointed look. He points at me. "That shit is a good reason to come to the gym."
I snort and scoop up my car keys and phone. "Have fun, boys,” I wave as I head out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow for those average tits.”
