Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Josue
All this shit started when I bought her that first drink.
This girl—this woman was just too fucking sexy.
I had to be the one to put a boundary in place.
To be responsible. The one with discipline.
Crossing the line risked throwing her off her game, and I couldn't afford that.
We couldn't afford that. Not after everything we’d accomplished together.
The next few days we didn’t talk about it, and with the grueling sessions I put her through, I didn't even want to give her time to think about it either.
This morning's warm-up was intense. Jump rope rounds, mobility drills, sprint bursts.
By the end, she was already drenched in sweat before we even made it to conditioning.
The kid had the upper body strength for pull-ups.
We did a whole bunch of those, with some tire flips, burpees over heavy bags and finished with some battle ropes.
She’d developed amazing agility, and her endurance was finally taking her to the max, but the goal wasn't just fitness alone.
More fights meant more rounds to endure.
Learning to fight while exhausted was essential.
“Come on, you're slowing down, Medina. Do this shit like you mean it,” I scolded when she took a second to catch her breath.
She was looking resentful, and that's where I needed her to be.
Not just for training, but to keep her mind focused on the journey.
By the time she had gotten in the cage, she was a mess times ten, that even Héctor stepped in and pulled her away, claiming I was pushing her too hard.
The ride home was quiet. The time spent there even quieter. The kid was so busy licking her wounds that I let her rest the next few days while she got herself together. This morning the energy felt different, and when she headed to the kitchen surprised to see me, I handed her a protein shake.
“Take that, you'll feel better.”
“I wouldn't feel like shit in the first place if you wouldn't push me past my limit.”
“Oh, is that what it is? You want me to take it easy on you when the girls you'll be up against have more training?
Kid, you know how it works. A few weeks ago, you were fine with it.
So, what now? You're having second thoughts?” She rolled her eyes and walked away toward the hallway, my anger building at her bad attitude.
I should have left it there, but with her lack of a response, I felt provoked. Before I knew it, I was on her heels.
“That’s what you’re gonna do, Medina? Walk away and admit defeat? Yeah, I'm training a real winner.” At that she snapped around, her smaller frame in a defensive stance.
“Josue, what the fuck is your problem? It's like you got me doing all this unnecessary shit, and for what?
Just to make a point? Don't think I don't connect this to you wanting to put me in my place as my trainer.
Like, I get it, I'm just a kid to you, and my kissing you made you uncomfortable.
But if you're going to punish me, just do it with your words.
I don't need to be pushed physically to the point where I pass out.” She stormed off heading to her room, as she slammed the door behind her.
That didn't go quite like I thought, so to do damage control, I knocked on her door.
“Look, Medina, I apologize. I didn't mean to push you that hard the other day.”
“Yeah, well, you had a great way of showing it,” she yelled from the other side of the door, as I rolled my eyes and knocked a second time.
“I'm not going to talk to you with a door between us,” I explained, as the bolt of her door shifted, and she opened the door to face me.
“I know I'm not the most delicate woman, but I'm not a mule either. I don't deserve that shit. Being rejected sucks, but I can handle it. I've been passed over my whole life. I don't need you to choose me.”
Taking a deep sigh, I chose honesty instead of masking my feelings with round-the-clock training.
“Sierra, look. I... I wasn't rejecting you. You don't need me to tell you that you're a gorgeous girl.” Her face soured, her hands sitting rightfully on her hips. “My bad. Gorgeous woman. But I think I was reacting that way to get us to focus. That becomes harder to do once a line is crossed.”
“I know…I know I need to be better at suppressing my urges. It's hard living with a man that just walks around naked and shirtless like he doesn't know what he looks like.”
“Mama, this is my house. I was doing that before you. I'll be doing it when you're not here—”
“I know,” she said, turning her back to me as she began to pace.
“It's just, I'm human. Men don't understand, but women, we get horny too.
Don't make me be out here ovulating, because then looks don't even matter.
It's just hard when you're wound up so tight, and you know some dick would just give you some release and get it out of your system.” I laughed.
“Yeah, but that's what jerking off is for. Beating my meat instead of seeking desperate tail saved me from making a lot of mistakes.”
“Yeah, but it's not the same,” she explained, being over expressive with her hands.
“Skin to skin. Exchanging breaths. Being folded into the mattress.
It's like every waking moment I'm thinking about it. Living here only makes it worse.” In a way, I was flattered.
I mean, she was young, beautiful. She could have had anyone she wanted.
I could see how because of our time together I was the most convenient option, but still, I hadn't seen a lot of fighter/coach relationships, and I wasn't exactly looking to be the first. Especially when they had the potential to end badly.
“Damn, it's like that? I've never had a woman admit that before.
I know it's not all, but most of y'all lead with wanting to be in relationships, and that's cool.
Even I'm not trying to be some 40-something year old bachelor. But sex always seems more personal to women, like you have to strip down layers of yourself just to give access to that part of you.” She shrugged, scratching her forehead.
“To be honest, it's not even that deep. I've got too much going on to be worried about seeking out a relationship. If that even makes a difference,” she admitted, and as much as I knew this was just opening up Pandora's box, she was being honest with me.
So, with her, I wanted to share the courtesy.
“Look, you don't know how hard it's been for me?
My physical attraction to you, it's hard to turn it the fuck off.
If you were a man, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, but the guilt for being attracted to my successor is hard.
I, in no shape, way, or form should be this attracted to you, but it fucks me up that I am.
On one side, I want to be that man that puts you through the mattress.
On the other hand, I want to be that unbiased support.
Someone you can rely on. Count on, someone who shows up without the promise of a good fuck.
I can see this end a multitude of ways, and I don't want to end up in the worst-case scenario.” Turning back to me, her stance was still on the defensive side, hands on her hips ready to debate.
“Okay, so what do you plan to do about it?” My brow cocked.
“What do I plan to do about what?”
“This whole will or won't we is tiring. I want to fuck you. You want to fuck me. If we could just take it off our checklists, maybe we could get more done.” Her bravado unlocking a toxic side of me.
What I really wanted to do was put my dick in her mouth just to shut her cheeky ass up.
The other half was slowly thinking about what it looked like to take her up on her offer.
“?Que puneta me dijiste*?” I asked, leaving little space between us as I confronted her. “You better watch that tone, mama. One dose of me and you ain't ever coming back from it.” Crossing her arms along her chest, she narrowed her eyes.
“Well, then you better be able to back it up.” I laughed, knowing this is her way of dangling a carrot in front of me. A full man would have refused it, but what can I say? I stayed hungry.
“?Quitate la ropa*!” I commanded, as piece by piece, she began to remove her clothes. Off went her sleep shirt in an excited hurry, but when she went to unhook her bra, I wanted a chance to savor it, so I asked her to slow down.
“Más lento, mami*.” With a sensual patience, she peeled off her bra, revealing what her sexy breasts looked like underneath her clothes.
I was never particularly drawn to breasts, not unless they were huge, but she had nice ones.
The sexy contrast in her dark areolas and nipples looked sweet enough to suck. I gestured toward her.
"Get on the bed.” She did as I asked, the only thing left on her were her scantily clad panties. “Now show me your pussy.” Taking off her panties, she took her time spreading her legs, the wetness from her arousal already evident from where I was standing.
I pulled my shirt off, followed by my sweatpants, my hard dick springing free from my boxers. Spitting in my hand. I clutched my length, biting my lip at the unreal sight of her.
“?Tocáte*!” I instructed, her hands rubbing on her wet cunt, as I stroked my cock to the image.
As long as I kept my distance, I was in safe territory.
Watching her fuck herself could cure me, or at least what that's what I told myself.
The heavy lust in her eyes alone was coaxing my dick to be balls deep inside her.
No one, and I meant no one had any business looking that damn sexy.
And after a minute of jerking myself off, I realized it just wasn't enough.
Approaching her, I lowered to my knees, spreading her thighs with my palms, as I teased her with rough, frenzied kisses between her stomach and mound.
She cried out desperately, feeling the effects of my teasing, taking a fistful of my hair.