bicep. “What else? There has to be something else.” Gunther looked down and frowned. “What?”
“I used to love to cook, but that’s not an option right now. I would love to cook you an amazing meal.”
“Really? I wish you could, too. There isn’t anything else you like to do?”
“Not really,” he sighed. “Why is this all on me?”
“I just want to know what else you like to do. Next time, I pick.”
“I was good at fucking, cooking, and fighting. That’s about it.”
Quinn thought for a moment. “Teach me how to fight.”
He looked at her like she was insane. “Fight? You want to learn how to fight? Like kickboxing?”
“Yeah. It would be useful. I only know how to pull a trigger.”
He perked up and felt a bit excited about the new task in front of him. “Well, let’s go to that little gym then.”
They got up, excited about doing something new, and walked hand-in-hand to the gym.
Chapter 4
Gunther opened the door of the dark, shadowy gym. Pulling out the small flashlight he always carried in his pocket, he depressed the button and grumbled, “Fucking batteries.”
After scanning the room with the narrow swath of yellowing light, he found several candles, matches sitting by one.
The room wasn’t much, but there were gym mats, a couple racks of free weights, a bench, and a few pieces of power equipment, which weren’t of much use at the moment. There was also a mini gym set to work out legs and arms, and do squats. It was all basic, but necessary exercises.
“This will do. I’m going to teach you how to fight in the candlelight. It will be very romantic,” Gunther laughed, as Quinn smacked him on the arm.
They walked around and lit all the candles, then placed his Sig on the weight bench. Quinn followed suit. Slow and taunting, he took off his shirt.
“Show off.”
“What?” The innocent act wasn’t working on her.
She laughed. “You know you look good.”
“I’ve worked bloody hard to look this way, love,” he murmured, trying to pull off a nonchalant flex of his pecks.
“I bet, stud puppy.”
“Can it, bird.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Okay, I’m going to teach you the basics of Krav Maga.”
“Uh…say what?”
“It’s a type of self-defense or fighting technique. It’s what they used to use for training in the Israeli army. In no time, you will be able to flip me.” She laughed. “I’m being serious.”
“Oh, okay… Sorry,” she said, trying to stifle a giggle.
Gunther shook his head and chuckled. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
He went on to show Quinn the basics. She learned all the weak points of the human body, and the basic moves. Her quick progression, strength, and fitness level really impressed him. Then he showed her the technique behind the flip. She was the target, and he talked her through the steps a few times.
“Your turn,” he said with a smirk.
He stood in front of Quinn, his hands on his hips. She sized him up, noting that his shorts had slid down and were barely hanging on. “But you are so much bigger than I am,” she murmured with a lusty stare.
“You can do this.” He drew his bottom lip into his teeth and chomped down. Just thinking about her attempting to take control was making him thicken in his shorts.
“Okay,” Quinn sighed. “If you insist.”
Several highly unsuccessful attempts later, they both fell to the mat. The laughter went on for several minutes until they were out of breath.
“Maybe we should save that for when you can show me how to do it on someone else,” Quinn said as she pushed herself up onto her elbows.
A bead of sweat traveled down her forehead. Gunther reached out and swiped it away. “You look so fucking sexy right now,” he said in a low growl.
“Are you mental?”
“I thought we already established that.” He crawled in closer, like a big cat stalking its prey. “I love that you’re all hot and sweaty. Turns me the fuck on.”
“A hole in the wall
“I used to love to cook, but that’s not an option right now. I would love to cook you an amazing meal.”
“Really? I wish you could, too. There isn’t anything else you like to do?”
“Not really,” he sighed. “Why is this all on me?”
“I just want to know what else you like to do. Next time, I pick.”
“I was good at fucking, cooking, and fighting. That’s about it.”
Quinn thought for a moment. “Teach me how to fight.”
He looked at her like she was insane. “Fight? You want to learn how to fight? Like kickboxing?”
“Yeah. It would be useful. I only know how to pull a trigger.”
He perked up and felt a bit excited about the new task in front of him. “Well, let’s go to that little gym then.”
They got up, excited about doing something new, and walked hand-in-hand to the gym.
Chapter 4
Gunther opened the door of the dark, shadowy gym. Pulling out the small flashlight he always carried in his pocket, he depressed the button and grumbled, “Fucking batteries.”
After scanning the room with the narrow swath of yellowing light, he found several candles, matches sitting by one.
The room wasn’t much, but there were gym mats, a couple racks of free weights, a bench, and a few pieces of power equipment, which weren’t of much use at the moment. There was also a mini gym set to work out legs and arms, and do squats. It was all basic, but necessary exercises.
“This will do. I’m going to teach you how to fight in the candlelight. It will be very romantic,” Gunther laughed, as Quinn smacked him on the arm.
They walked around and lit all the candles, then placed his Sig on the weight bench. Quinn followed suit. Slow and taunting, he took off his shirt.
“Show off.”
“What?” The innocent act wasn’t working on her.
She laughed. “You know you look good.”
“I’ve worked bloody hard to look this way, love,” he murmured, trying to pull off a nonchalant flex of his pecks.
“I bet, stud puppy.”
“Can it, bird.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Okay, I’m going to teach you the basics of Krav Maga.”
“Uh…say what?”
“It’s a type of self-defense or fighting technique. It’s what they used to use for training in the Israeli army. In no time, you will be able to flip me.” She laughed. “I’m being serious.”
“Oh, okay… Sorry,” she said, trying to stifle a giggle.
Gunther shook his head and chuckled. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
He went on to show Quinn the basics. She learned all the weak points of the human body, and the basic moves. Her quick progression, strength, and fitness level really impressed him. Then he showed her the technique behind the flip. She was the target, and he talked her through the steps a few times.
“Your turn,” he said with a smirk.
He stood in front of Quinn, his hands on his hips. She sized him up, noting that his shorts had slid down and were barely hanging on. “But you are so much bigger than I am,” she murmured with a lusty stare.
“You can do this.” He drew his bottom lip into his teeth and chomped down. Just thinking about her attempting to take control was making him thicken in his shorts.
“Okay,” Quinn sighed. “If you insist.”
Several highly unsuccessful attempts later, they both fell to the mat. The laughter went on for several minutes until they were out of breath.
“Maybe we should save that for when you can show me how to do it on someone else,” Quinn said as she pushed herself up onto her elbows.
A bead of sweat traveled down her forehead. Gunther reached out and swiped it away. “You look so fucking sexy right now,” he said in a low growl.
“Are you mental?”
“I thought we already established that.” He crawled in closer, like a big cat stalking its prey. “I love that you’re all hot and sweaty. Turns me the fuck on.”
“A hole in the wall
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