Page 53 of Blizzards and Brews
He led me back to the practice room which was a rather large open space, equipment shoved to the sides. Mats were already laid out on the floor.
“After hearing what that asshole did, I knew I wouldn’t rest until you knew some basic self-defense moves,” he admitted as he dropped his hoodie to the side. “All I could think about is what could have happened if you were there.”
My eyes raked over his gray sweatpants and fitted tee. He was a glorious alpha and my mouth went dry at the sight.
I knew Adam worked out, it was his vice, but recently I’d only seen him in his long sleeve brewery shirts that were mostdefinitely more baggy. Alpha’s were bigger in general but holy fuck.
“I know some self defense,” I admitted as I licked my lips and forced my eyes up to his face.
He smirked but didn’t call me on checking him out. The heat between us was rising by the second and for a second, my beta side wanted to present for him like a pretty, little omega. But that wasn’t me, and if he wanted me, he’d have to work for it.
Plus, Adam had waited for me and I wouldn’t fuck him for the first time on a gym floor. He deserved better than that.
“Show me what you have,” he challenged as he came at me. I let out an undignified squeak before acting on instinct, stomping on his foot and dropping my shoulder to let him tumble over my back.
He let out an oof as he hit the mat hard, his size working against him. When he had his breath back he let out a surprised laugh.
“I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he said as he stood. “Where did you learn that?”
“Hunter taught the girls and I some moves before one of our wine nights. We promptly followed it up with an action movie. And he may have offered to repeat the process until Autumn could bring him to his knees.”
Adam smothered a laugh. “Let me see you punch.”
He grabbed the pads for kickboxing and held it in front of him for me to hit. I made a fist and his grin widened when he saw I did it the right way.
“Good girl. Now show me what you’ve got, beta.”
The challenge in his voice had my eyes narrowing. I cocked my arm back and slammed it into his waiting hand.
He barely budged and bit back a grin.
That only made my fight amp up. I hit him again, each hit had my breath coming out in pants and sweat forming on myskin. More importantly, it had the tension in my body draining out, hit by hit.
My head cleared for the first time in a long time as I landed punches until my body was shaking and couldn’t take anymore. I took one last hit before dropping my hands.
“How do you feel?” he asked gently. I sagged into his hold when he wrapped his arms around me.
“Drained,” I admitted. “But my mind is quiet.”
“Good,” he soothed, leading me back toward the locker room. “I packed you extra clothes. Now come shower with me.”
The aftercare was necessary. I’d overdone it physically a tad—and though I’d gotten my mental break—and I wasn’t ready to leave the comfortable bubble I’d sunk into.
Adam adjusted the spray before helping me out of my sweaty clothes. He did the same and that was what woke me out of the trance. My eyes trailed down his large chest, taking in every ripple and dip of his muscles until I reached a soft trail of dark hair leading down to his cock.
“Holy hell,” I breathed out as I took in the monster between his legs. It rose at the attention and I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees to worship him like he deserved.
When I forced my eyes back up he was staring at me and I felt my chest warm at the sight of reverence and need in his eyes. I hadn’t even had a moment to overthink baring myself in front of him.
Moving forward, I pressed him into the shower wall and leaned up on my toes to press my lips to his. He melted into my kiss, hands moving to my neck and tilting my head to give him more access.
Even if he was inexperienced, Adam was a natural. The way he dominated my mouth had my toes curling and my body throbbing with need.
His cock pushed into my stomach as we trapped it between us and I reached down, fingers curling around him.
“Fuck,” he cursed as his head fell back. I pressed my lips to his neck, grateful his knees were still bent so I could reach him, and sucked hard on the sensitive flesh as I picked up the pace.
“You need to feel this, too,” he groaned as he lifted me, forcing my legs to go around his waist. He turned us so it was my back now pressed into the wall. His cock was once again trapped between us, though this time it was rubbing against my clit as I rocked my hips. “Use me, firefly.”