The Fighter's Girl by Unknown Page A

out of breath, and she knew he didn’t want her doing anything but going home with him, but they had fucked last night, and again in the shower this morning, and a third time would have her pussy screaming in frustration. Besides, this was a good idea, and she felt better knowing she could protect herself if need be.
    “Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea.”
    He led her over to one of the red punching bags, and stood behind it.
    “I want you to think of this bag as your worst enemy. Use your anger and frustration on it, and show me how strong you are. Put your body into it, okay?”
    The thing didn’t look that bad. She could do this with her eyes closed. Taking on a fighter’s stance, she smiled when she saw Brock grinning as well. Izzy also spotted London and Phillip off to the corner, smirks on their faces as they watched her. Tightening her hand into a fist, she swung it back and threw it forward, connecting with the bag. Pain radiated from her fist and straight up her arm.
    “Izzy, I said use your body weight.” He was by her in the next second, looking at her hand and moving his fingers over it. “It’s not broken, but definitely starting to swell.” He met her eyes. “Sorry, I should have actually taken the time to show you how to hit it correctly. I’m sorry, baby.” A throbbing started in her hand, but she gave him a smile regardless.
    “It isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been such a badass.”
    He chuckled, but it was a bit forced. “Come on. Let’s get some ice on it.”
    “You okay, Izzy?” Phillip and London came to stand beside her and looked down at her hand.
    “That one might bruise.” London winced when he looked at Brock and saw a scowl on his face. “Sorry.” His mumble had her chuckling, and all three guys looked at her.
    “I’m fine, really.”
    “Regardless, I feel like a major dick-hole. You’re here less than an hour, and I already got you hurt.” He started leading her through the gym and to a small infirmary type room. A metal table sat in the center of the room, and several stainless steel cabinets were lined against the wall. He led her toward a small foldout chair, gently pushed her down so she was forced to sit, and walked over to a refrigerator. He came back with an icepack and placed it gently on her hand. An involuntary gasp left her when the coldness hit the intense heat of her hand, but soon that pain faded and a sort of comfort settled inside of her.
    “So, when are we going to do this again?”
    He gave her a narrow-eyed look before his features softened, and he sighed.
    “I think I might just keep you in a bubble.”
    She nudged him in the arm, and that had him smiling. “But seriously, I do like the idea of becoming this kickass ninja.”
    “How about I just make sure I’m always there with you, and if you feel the need to go all ninja on someone, I’ll let you beat my ass.”
    It was funny, but the thing was he sounded totally serious.
    “That’s not going happen, Brock. I have always taken care of myself, and will continue to do so. I want to know self-defense, and I want you to teach me.” He exhaled and ran a hand over his hair.
    “I know, and I don’t mean to be a pushy asshole. I just get sick when I think about you getting hurt.” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe you can let me be all macho and overprotective when we go out places, and I’ll let you take the reins on other times.”
    She started laughing, and although she would still continue to do whatever the hell she wanted, she couldn’t help but feel very special and cared for. There was even a girly part of her that liked the fact Brock wanted to keep her safe. He had said he wanted her for more than one night, but it never hurt to hear it again. That had her smiling.
    “So, uh, you want to take me out and pamper me?” She was teasing and was glad when he started chuckling.
    “Oh, I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than that.” He