Blindsided Poppy Dennison

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.He followed Noah to the bench and spotted while Noah pressed the heavy barbell up and down.He leaned over and Noah couldn’t help but stare at his crotch in his loose, black boxing shorts.There was a nice size bulge in them and Noah felt a stirring of his own that he tried to ignore.He looked away and concentrated on counting his reps, but his eyes kept drifting back to that one spot where he shouldn’t be fixated.When he finished his first set of presses, Noah sat up and rested his arms.Jax came around and Noah did the polite thing and gave up his seat to him.Jax laid back and got ready to do his exercise then watched Noah expectantly.Noah held back a sigh and took his turn at spotting.Of course, the position put his groin in the same position and Jax definitely noticed.He licked his lips a bit and Noah pretended that the gesture didn’t mean anything.“We going bigger?” Jax asked when he’d finished.“Yeah.” Noah grabbed another large weight off the stand and brought it over to the equipment.After loading it on and tightening the bolts to secure it, he returned to his spot and started his next set.Jax again stood at his head, but this time he seemed to be just a little closer.Noah couldn’t tear his gaze away and when that bulge jerked and grew bigger, he fumbled the bar and nearly crushed himself.Jax grabbed it and helped Noah guide it back to the rest.Noah covered his slip by wiping his hands on his shorts.“Sorry.My hands were sweaty.”“You should be more careful,” Jax said with a wink.Noah could feel a blush forming and tried to fight it.Jax came around to his side and ran a finger down Noah’s arm.“Nice ink,” he whispered as he touched the lines of Noah’s tattoo.“Thanks.” Noah searched the room and realized that the other guys had left.He felt more exposed than he had just moments before knowing they were alone.Jax traced the lines of the woman on Noah’s arm before asking, “Who is she?”No one had asked him before and Noah didn’t want to answer.The tattoo looked like a woman in old-fashioned clothes.She wore a big brimmed hat and resembled a southern belle.“My sister,” Noah finally replied.“She’s beautiful.”“Yeah, she was.” Every time Noah remembered Natalie, he got this big lump in his throat.The tattoo honored her in the only way he knew how, especially since he couldn’t really talk about her to anyone.She was the only family he had, and now she was gone.The medical treatments she’d needed were so expensive that he’d taken a loan from Mr.Salvatore to pay for what she had to have, but they didn’t work and he’d lost her anyway.And now he was trapped here, paying off a seemingly endless debt with his fists.“I’m sorry.”Everyone always said that, Noah thought, but the words didn’t help.“I’m going to go shower.I’ll see you around.” This time, Jax didn’t follow.Noah pushed the memory aside and forced his attention back to the empty locker room where they now stood.Again that spark between them burned brightly.Jax looked Noah up and down and Noah felt a surge of something in his belly that he hadn’t felt in a long time.Noah gave him a little nod and looked away, uncomfortable with the intensity of his stare.“You ready to fight?” Jax asked, stepping back into Noah’s field of vision.“Yeah,” Noah answered.“Gonna be a good one.”Jax snorted.“Not if you don’t get that right arm up.The Terminator has a wicked left hook and you’re dropping that side.” He took a practice swing at Noah, who jerked back and nearly tripped.“What the hell?” Jax jumped forward and grabbed Noah by the arms to steady him.Noah shook out of his hold.“Back off, man” He hated showing his weakness in front of anyone, but he hadn’t been expecting that swing.His mind was focused a little further south.Jax pulled him in closer and when Noah tried to look away, he pulled his head up so their eyes met.“Fuck.What’s wrong with your eye?”Noah flinched and tried to pull away.“Nothing.I’m fine.”Jax ran his thumb over Noah’s cheek.“You aren’t fine.”Noah couldn’t afford to let the other guys know about him.He wasn’t quite sure how Jax had figured it out so fast.Maybe that’s where his nickname came from.Weren’t Jackals known for having good instincts or something?Before Noah could think of a response, he heard more footsteps in the hall.Heavy and slow, with a distinctive click, Noah realized the boss was on his way down.He jerked away from Jax and spun around to face the hook that served as his locker.Mr.Salvatore’s slick black boots appeared at Noah’s side.One meaty mitt clapped down on Noah’s left shoulder and he tried not to flinch as the boss gave his muscle a tight squeeze.His guard went over to Jax and crossed his arms.“Out,” he demanded.Jax nodded and left.No one questioned the boss or his goons, not if they knew what was good for them.The guard followed him to the door and left Noah and the boss alone.“Big fight tonight, boy.”“Yes, sir.I’m ready.”“You better be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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