“What do I have to do to convince you I’m not a quitter?”
Because apparently an entire month of pole classes hasn’t done the trick.
“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself, big guy.” She laughs and the low, husky sound goes straight to my cock.
Christ. Everything about this woman turns me on.
It’s distracting as hell.
I subtly adjust myself and climb to my feet as she transitions, flipping right side up so she’s gripping the pole between her thighs. They may be soft, but they’re strong as hell. The combination is wildly attractive.
“Are you suggesting—”
Pain lances through my calf like a blade, and I grab my pole for support.
Fuuuck.
I can’t remember the last time I had a charley horse, but it hurts like a motherfucker, the muscle spasming uncontrollably as I slide to the floor.
“Are you okay?” Piper drops from her pole and crouches next to me, her ponytail falling over her shoulder. “Where are you hurt?”
There’s actual fear in her eyes and I hate that I was the one to put it there.
“I’m fine,” I hiss, through clenched teeth. “Muscle. Cramp.”
My calf spasms again and I press my lips together, swallowing the sounds of my agony.
Piper’s brow furrows, and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip. “Where at?”
“Calf.”
Without another word, she begins massaging the sore muscle, her fingers moving deftly over my skin. She digs into the muscle like she’s done this a thousand times before. The relief is immediate.
“Everything okay back there?” At Mai’s question, several heads swivel in our direction.
“We’re good,” Piper calls back, head lowered, eyes on her work. “Just a muscle cramp.”
“Just?” I grunt. “I got hit by a three-hundred-pound lineman yesterday, and this is way worse.”
She snorts, but her tone is gentle when she speaks. “You played a good game yesterday.”
I know she’s trying to distract me from the pain, but there’s nothing casual about her statement.
“You watched the game? I thought you weren’t into football.”
That’s what she told me two weeks ago, anyway.
She looks up at me from under her lashes and I catch the hint of a smile on her lips. “It was Jenna’s idea.”
No surprise there. Jenna’s had my back since day one.
If only Piper would take her advice.
The woman is stubborn as fuck. I knew it from the moment we met, and honestly, it’s a trait I admire. I like a woman who can think for herself and knows her own mind, even when I’m hoping to change it.
Another spasm strikes and I gasp, breath whistling through my teeth.
“It sucks that you guys lost,” she says, continuing to work my calf. “Is it going to affect your chance at playing in the championship?”
