ROMANCE: MENAGE ROMANCE: Tapped and Taken by Two (Pregnancy Sports MMA UFC Fighter Romance) (Alpha Male Romance) by Maxi MacNair Page A
Authors: Maxi MacNair
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right then in her life. A place she could learn the strength to never again change herself for someone else or stop doing something she loved just because someone else wanted her to.
So many people picked up on the whole machismo aspect of MMA, but Kylie didn’t see it that way. Here was a place where the strong trained to get even stronger. Where people who didn’t want to let life throw them around got together to train and compete.
The first class kicked her ass, and she met Max on her way out. Sweat drenched her back, her cleavage, her armpits, but in her exhaustion after the class she couldn’t bring herself to care. Plus Max looked equally gross, his short cropped blond hair a mess. Kylie was starting to think that after seeing Jason with his Harley on the way in, and now meeting Max with his big arms and deep blue eyes there was another benefit to regularly training at this gym.
“We call it getting baptized,” said Max as he unapologetically looked Kylie up and down.
“What do mean?”
“The sweat. Your first time is like getting baptized, water and all.”
The sweat thing was something she needed to over relatively quickly in order to train at the Ultimate. This was a gym where sweat was necessary. If you weren't sweating then you weren’t working. It did take a few classes but eventually Kylie stopped noticing sweat and only noticed if someone wasn’t sweating in that gym.
Max with his tattoos all black, thick and tribal spoke with slightly huffing breath the first time she met him.
“It IS your first time, right?”
“Was I that obvious?”
She had to put all her focus into that first training session, but she also did manage to noticed him, not participating in the class, but off to one side hammering down on a speed bag. Kylie felt a little excited Max was taking the time to talk to her.
“You could be really good. You know how to move. Just need to build some strength. Where else have I seen you before?”
She studied him for a moment, acting like she was trying to place him, meanwhile thinking about how this was the second time she had heard that line today. “I haven’t been in town long. Not sure. I guess I have one of those faces.”
Kylie wanted to argue with him that she was strong, but compared to Max’s bulging muscles and some of the other men and women she’d seen today, she knew she had room for improvement.
Coming to the gym became her newest addiction as she hunted for and found a new job at the front desk of a marketing firm. Kylie was really good at interviews and she could basically pick and choose from all the jobs she applied for. The specific marketing firm she chose because it paid the best but also felt the best. It was modern and she knew from the first day that she would also have some creative input on the jobs that passed through the firm. With a good job and her rent covered Kylie felt well and on her way toward her new life. A new job and a new passion each one giving her an enormous amount of happiness. She was also starting to pick up her old passion again: Painting.
She ran each morning with the only major thing she had brought with her from her old life, Rosie. Rosie was liking their new life so far as well, getting to go for daily runs and playing on the sand and in the ocean. She did pull ups every night on a bar in her apartment as well thinking about how Max assumed she wasn’t strong when he first saw her. The focus gave her something to pour herself into, filling the gap left behind.
She got to know the other men and women at the studio. Started to find her niche in her new place. She felt like she belonged. It didn’t take long for her to also find a new circle of friends from the gym, among them Max and Jason.
At first it was only Trisha that she connected with outside of the gym. Trisha was like her. Not looking to fight, only to train. The two of them would spare though on the mats in the separate room from time to time and like the
So many people picked up on the whole machismo aspect of MMA, but Kylie didn’t see it that way. Here was a place where the strong trained to get even stronger. Where people who didn’t want to let life throw them around got together to train and compete.
The first class kicked her ass, and she met Max on her way out. Sweat drenched her back, her cleavage, her armpits, but in her exhaustion after the class she couldn’t bring herself to care. Plus Max looked equally gross, his short cropped blond hair a mess. Kylie was starting to think that after seeing Jason with his Harley on the way in, and now meeting Max with his big arms and deep blue eyes there was another benefit to regularly training at this gym.
“We call it getting baptized,” said Max as he unapologetically looked Kylie up and down.
“What do mean?”
“The sweat. Your first time is like getting baptized, water and all.”
The sweat thing was something she needed to over relatively quickly in order to train at the Ultimate. This was a gym where sweat was necessary. If you weren't sweating then you weren’t working. It did take a few classes but eventually Kylie stopped noticing sweat and only noticed if someone wasn’t sweating in that gym.
Max with his tattoos all black, thick and tribal spoke with slightly huffing breath the first time she met him.
“It IS your first time, right?”
“Was I that obvious?”
She had to put all her focus into that first training session, but she also did manage to noticed him, not participating in the class, but off to one side hammering down on a speed bag. Kylie felt a little excited Max was taking the time to talk to her.
“You could be really good. You know how to move. Just need to build some strength. Where else have I seen you before?”
She studied him for a moment, acting like she was trying to place him, meanwhile thinking about how this was the second time she had heard that line today. “I haven’t been in town long. Not sure. I guess I have one of those faces.”
Kylie wanted to argue with him that she was strong, but compared to Max’s bulging muscles and some of the other men and women she’d seen today, she knew she had room for improvement.
Coming to the gym became her newest addiction as she hunted for and found a new job at the front desk of a marketing firm. Kylie was really good at interviews and she could basically pick and choose from all the jobs she applied for. The specific marketing firm she chose because it paid the best but also felt the best. It was modern and she knew from the first day that she would also have some creative input on the jobs that passed through the firm. With a good job and her rent covered Kylie felt well and on her way toward her new life. A new job and a new passion each one giving her an enormous amount of happiness. She was also starting to pick up her old passion again: Painting.
She ran each morning with the only major thing she had brought with her from her old life, Rosie. Rosie was liking their new life so far as well, getting to go for daily runs and playing on the sand and in the ocean. She did pull ups every night on a bar in her apartment as well thinking about how Max assumed she wasn’t strong when he first saw her. The focus gave her something to pour herself into, filling the gap left behind.
She got to know the other men and women at the studio. Started to find her niche in her new place. She felt like she belonged. It didn’t take long for her to also find a new circle of friends from the gym, among them Max and Jason.
At first it was only Trisha that she connected with outside of the gym. Trisha was like her. Not looking to fight, only to train. The two of them would spare though on the mats in the separate room from time to time and like the
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