With Me in Seattle Bundle One (53 page)

 “Do you want to take my car or yours?” I ask.

“Neither,” he responds and keeps walking.  He stops next to a sleek, black motorcycle.  It’s long and lean, with chrome tires and handlebars. 

“This is yours?” I ask, my eyes wide.

“She is.” He offers me a wolfish grin.  “You’ll need leather so we can ride her often.”

“It’s not summer yet,” I respond, backing up a bit. 

“It’s not raining today.  We’ll be fine.” He eyes me and sees my apprehension.  “If you’d rather not, we can take my car.”

He looks so hopeful, how can I say no?

“No, it’s fine.  I’ve never ridden on one before.”

“Well, I’m glad I’ll be your first, Miss Montgomery.”  He swings a leg over the seat and settles in, pulling the bike upright and clicking back the kickstand.  He holds his hand out to me to help me on.

“What about my purse?” I ask.

“Oh, here.” He opens a satchel on the side, and I slip my bag down in it, then climb on behind him.  The seat is surprisingly comfortable.  He passes me a black helmet and helps me secure it before fastening his own.  “Hold on to me, around my waist.  Lean into the turns.  Just sit back and enjoy the view, Julianne.  I’ve got you.”  He kisses me briefly, and my belly tightens.

Fuck, he’s hot.  All these new sides of him that I’m learning are so damn fun and sexy.  And so unexpected!

He revs the engine and backs us out of the parking space, and then we’re flying out of the garage and onto Sixth Avenue.  I squeal and wrap my arms around him tightly, smiling wide.  What an adrenaline rush!  I feel the rumble of his laugh against my cheek as I hug up against him and watch the people on the sidewalk fly by.  The wind is cool, but it feels so good against my cheeks. 

Nate swerves into a parking lot not far from his condo building, and I can’t help but be disappointed that the ride isn’t longer.  He parks, and I climb off, smiling at him.

“How was that?” he asks, taking off his helmet.

“So fun!” I respond and remove my own helmet, hand it to him, then secure my ponytail. “I’m shopping for a leather jacket this week.”

He laughs and climbs off, retrieves my handbag out of the satchel, and leans down to kiss me.

“I’m glad you liked it.  Come on. If memory serves, you think you can kick my ass.”  He leads me toward a nondescript building.  It looks pretty new, but there are no signs on it, and a passerby would just assume it’s some kind of warehouse.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“My gym.”  He opens the door for me and ushers me inside. 

Holy shit, this isn’t any gym I’m used to.  It’s one huge room, with a loft above.  There are treadmills and ellipticals in the loft.  Around the perimeter of the main room are punching bags suspended from the ceiling, mats for sit-ups and push-ups, free weights and medicine balls. Metal bars are also suspended from the ceiling for pull-ups.

On one side, there are large tractor-size tires, and men are flipping them over, then jumping through the hole and flipping them again.

Holy shit. This isn’t just working out. This is a sport.

In the center of the place is a ring.  Two men are inside, wearing protective headgear, white tape around their fists, sparring.

“Jesus, Nate, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“This is where I’ve always trained.”

“When you fought?” I ask. 

He grins mischievously down at me and winks. “Yes, and I still work out here.”

“How often?”

“Five days a week, when possible.”  He grabs my hand and pulls me into the room, and I realize that I’m the only woman here.

“Well, look who’s here!  Hey, son!”  A large, well-built older man walks over and pulls Nate into a man hug, slaps him on the back and steps back, smiling wide.  His face is handsome. His nose has obviously been broken a few times.  He has dark hair, and he’s solid muscle.

“Hey, Dad, I’d like you to meet Julianne.” 

Chapter Six

Dad?  Did he just say Dad?

I plaster a smile on my face and hold my hand out.  “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Call me Rich. Everyone does.” He winks at me, and I immediately see the family resemblance.

“Please, call me Jules.  Everyone does, except your stubborn son.”

A look passes between Rich and Nate that I don’t understand, but Rich quickly recovers and grins at his son.  “She’s got you pegged, son.  What are you two going to do?”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” I reply before Nate can speak, and both men look down at me, surprised, and then laugh again.

“I guess she’s going to kick my ass, Dad.”

“Good luck with that.”  Rich winks at me and then wanders back to the ring to yell out orders to the fighters.

“You could have warned me that I’d be meeting your father,” I murmur as Nate takes my bag and jacket and hangs them on a coat tree near the door along with his own.

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have come.”  He turns to me, his hands on his hips, prepared for a fight.  And I’m suddenly in the mood to give him one.

Maybe it’s all the testosterone I’m surrounded by.

“I don’t do well with half-truths, Nate.”

“Look, I’m sorry.  I wanted to be here with you today.  It’ll be fun.  My dad owns the place. He was my trainer and my manager when I fought, so of course this is where I work out.” He shrugs and looks around the gym.

I eye him for a moment, enjoying the view.  “Where do you want to start?” I ask.

“You still want to work out?”

“Yes, we’re here.  Let’s go.”

“Okay, let’s warm up with the jump ropes and see what you can do.”  He grins and leads me over to a mat, handing me a jump rope.

Should I mention to him that my brother Will used to make me train with him for football season? 

No.

Nate sets his watch timer for two minutes, and I jump easily, using the form my brother taught me.  Nate watches me, also jumping with ease. I’m hardly panting when the two minutes are up, and inside I’m smug.  I keep a bored, bland look on my face. 

“Next?” I ask.

“You’ve done this before,” he murmurs.

I shrug and drop the rope on the mat.  “What’s next, ace?”

“Can you do a pull-up?” he asks, his eyebrow raised.

“I can do one or two,” I respond and smile.  I have to call Will later and thank him profusely for being such a hard-ass.  Thanks to him, exercise comes easily to me, and my body is in excellent shape.  I love to sweat.

Nate guides me over to the metal bars. 

“Do you need a boost?” he asks.

I look up at the bar.  It’s probably about seven feet off the ground.  “I think I got it,” I respond.

“Ladies first.”  He motions for me to go first.  I rub my hands down my pants, then hop up, gripping the bar.  I find the space between my hands that I like and begin to pull myself up, using a style Will taught me that he uses in CrossFit.  As I come down, I push in an arc away from the bar, then swing back up, pulling the bar under my chin. 

God, this feels fantastic! 

I manage twenty pull-ups, then drop to the mat, shaking my arms and panting.

“Your turn.” I plant my hands on my hips and look up at Nate, who is gazing at me with a huge smile plastered on his handsome face.

“What?” I ask, but I know I just shocked the shit out of him.  I glance around to find all the men in the gym are watching me, their mouths dropped.

“Who trained you?” he asks.

“My brother.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.  “Your turn, ace.”

“Okay.” He’s still smiling as he leaps up and easily begins raising and lowering that sexy body up and down on the bar.  His arms—holy Moses, those arms—flex and bunch with each repetition.  I wish he’d take his shirt off so I can watch his chest.  He effortlessly executes forty pull-ups and then drops to the mat.

“Not bad.” I smirk and jump back up, gripping the bar.  I begin the push and pull again, loving the burn that’s moving through my arms, shoulders and back.  After twenty I drop back down to the mat.

Without speaking, Nate hops up and completes forty pull-ups.

“Warmed up?” he asks, panting and sweating, and I just want to lick him.

“Yes.”

“I want you in the ring.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.  “There’s quite an audience here right now, Nate.”

He laughs and grips my hand in his, pulling me toward the ring.  “That, too, but for now, I want to spar with you.”

Rich meets us at ringside and hands me headgear, helping me fasten it in place as Nate takes care of his own.

“You’ve got some upper body strength going on there, girl.”  Rich grins down at me, and I can see the unspoken questions running through his handsome head.

“My brother plays for the Seattle.  He used to make me train with him.”  I smile at him as he wraps my hands in white tape.

“Wait,” Nate interrupts. “Your brother is Will Montgomery, the football player?”

“Yeah.” I grin, so unbelievably proud of my big brother.  “He’s a good workout partner, but he’s brutal.”

“I didn’t know that.”  Nate has stopped taping his hand and is gaping at me.

“You don’t know everything, ace.  Are you going to stand there with your mouth hanging open all day, or are you gonna man up and take an ass-beating?”

The whole gym erupts in laughter, including Nate, and he grips my shoulders and pulls me in for a rough kiss, then pushes me away and finishes taping up.

“Good luck, son.  Make me proud.”  Rich laughs and steps over to the side of the ring, leaning on the platform, ready to watch the show.

Thank you, brothers of mine, for making me take martial arts and self-defense classes, and for kicking my ass every time Mom wasn’t in the room.
 
The training is about to pay off.

Nate and I circle each other, his eyes full of humor.  He thinks he’ll take me down easy.  Of course, he’s bigger, stronger, and well-trained, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve, and I’ll get a few good shots in before he takes me down.

I let him advance first, knowing he’s not really going to hit me.  As he reaches for me, I grab his arm, pivot, and stomp on his foot, jab my elbow into his stomach and roll us both onto the ground, me landing on top, then quickly roll off of him and back onto my feet.  The guys who have gathered around the ring cheer, and Nate rises gracefully off the ground, grinning.

“Good one.”

“Thanks.” I grin back at him.

The next few minutes are the same, me using all the tricks my brothers and teachers taught me to defend myself.  We’re not throwing punches. We’re grappling, and it’s so sexy and fun!  Finally, after a few minutes, Nate lifts me and pushes me up against the corner of the ring.  His gray eyes are shining, staring into mine with lust and excitement and, if I’m not mistaken, admiration.

“You are so hot,” he whispers, panting harshly, so only I can hear. 

“Come on, McKenna!” a muscular, bald black man yells from ringside. “Stop dry-humping her against the corner and let her kick your ugly ass!”

I laugh and wrap my arms and legs around Nate.  “Yeah, McKenna,” I whisper.

He spins quickly, and suddenly we’re wrestling around on the ground.  I manage to squirm out from under him briefly, but then he pins me again, lifting my hips and legs off the ground, and I know I’ve lost. 

“Shit,” I mutter as someone slaps the ring and calls the match.  Nate rolls off me and helps me up, then pulls me into his arms and kisses me fiercely.

I climb out of the ring, and Rich meets me once again to help me out of the headgear and to cut the tape off my hands.  “Not bad, baby doll.”

“I have four older brothers.  I had to learn to defend myself against them.  Mom couldn’t always be there to referee.” I grin at Rich.  I like him already.

The crowd thins again as all the guys go back to their own workouts, and Nate joins us.  “Ready to go?”

“Sure.”

“You come back anytime, girl.”  Rich hugs me—hugs me!—and smiles at Nate. “You can come, too, if you must.”

“Gee, thanks, Dad.” 

***

The ride back to the apartment is no less exhilarating than the ride to the gym was.  My body is still sensitive from our rigorous workout, and the humming of the bike between my thighs is doing delicious things to my core. I wrap myself around Nate. My nipples pucker against his back, and I squeeze his thighs with mine.

He inhales sharply and curses, and I smile.  “Thank God this is a short trip.”

He pulls into the garage and into his parking space.  It’s fairly dark down here, the only light coming from fluorescent overhead bulbs.  It’s deserted.

I climb off, and we take our helmets off. Then before he can lower the kickstand, I climb back on, straddling his lap.

“Hey.” His eyes widen, and he grabs my ass to steady me.

“Hey, yourself.” I lean in and kiss him, my hands on either side of his face, and he pulls me more snuggly against him, rubbing me against his erection still hidden in his workout pants.

“I want you,” I murmur against his lips.

“Here?” he asks.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Jesus, you never fail to surprise me, baby.” He’s supporting the heavy bike, and us, with his strong legs braced on either side.  He reaches between us and rips my yoga pants at the seam of my crotch.
Holy fucking shit!
My panties are next, and before I know it, he’s lowered the waist of his pants and is filling me.

“Oh God, yes.”  I lean back and brace my hands on the handlebars of the sexy motorcycle, wrap my legs around his waist, and he guides me up and down his beautiful cock with his hands cupping my ass.

“Fuck, baby.” His teeth are clenched. He pulls one hand around and presses on my clit with his thumb, and I explode around him, pushing down on him, and he finds his own release, shouting my name.  I hear it echoing in the parking garage, and I smile smugly, looking up into his hot gray eyes.

“I’ve never had motorcycle sex before.”  I lean up, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.  He’s still inside me, but anyone watching would just assume we’re making out on his bike.

“Me either.” He chuckles against my lips, lifts me off of him and pulls his pants up.  I stand next to the motorcycle and wrap my jacket around my hips, knotting it at my waist.  That should get me upstairs.