Read Online Surge: (#7 The Beat and The Pulse) by Amity Cross - Free Book Online

same fists that had knocked out full-grown men, and she mirrored my stance. “Now hold your core.” I reached out and pressed my palm against her stomach, and she instantly sucked in her gut. “Now raise your knee as high as you can across your body.”
    I stood back and demonstrated, grinning at her expression of futility. “Your turn.”
    “Right,” she declared, looking determined. “That doesn’t look hard at all.”
    I smirked, knowing it’d burn right up her inner thigh, and stood back as she gave it a go. She wobbled on her left foot as she thrust her right knee into the air. She almost fell on her ass, and I burst out laughing.
    “Shut up,” she snapped. “You make it look so easy.”
    “Keep going,” I ordered. “Don’t forget to do the other leg.”
    She began to alternate legs, and I found myself watching more than her form. Being the typical male I was, I zeroed in on her ass and watched her breasts bob slightly as she raised her knee. She’d hurt in all the places a good man made his woman ache.
    “I feel like I’m doing the Nutbush,” she declared, breaking the spell.
    “The Nutbush?” I asked, blinking at her.
    “Yeah, Tina Turner. It’s like the Macarena. There are dance moves just like this.” Thrusting her knee, she started moving through what I assumed was the Nutbush as she began to sing.
    Way to soften a guy’s cock. Despite my inappropriate game plan, I was kinda glad things were going back to normal with Josie. It had always been easygoing between us even when she was ripping shreds off me for my latest stuff up.
    “Add some squats to that and you might have a proper workout,” I declared.
    “Dirty bastard.”
    “You know too much,” I replied with a wink. “But you should do more than just cardio.”
    “Hey,” she said. “Don’t knock the stamina.”
    Snorting, I sank down onto the bench. “Josie, a man loves stamina. Especially in bed. I ain’t knocking it.”
    Her cheeks flushed red, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the workout or my words.
    “Yep,” she said, sitting next to me. “A man’s stamina is just as important as his restraint when it comes to the money shot.”
    “That’s a bit forthright,” I replied. “Even for you.”
    “Women love sex just as much as men,” she shot back. “If he knows what he’s doing. That makes all the difference.”
    I laughed, turning my attention away from her and her sexy flushed cheeks. “I know it isn’t just in and out, Jo. It makes a difference for men, too.”
    “You don’t say, maestro.”
    It was getting a little hot and heavy, so I let the conversation die off, watching the sunrise light up the ocean.
    “What do you see in her?” Josie asked after a moment.
    I knew she was talking about Monica, and once, I would’ve known how to answer her question, but a lot had changed since the night the object of my unrequited affection almost had her sister brutalized.
    “I don’t know,” I replied truthfully. “Not anymore.”
    She snorted. “If you say so.”
    “What do you want me to say?” I asked, beginning to get frustrated. Mentally and physically. “I don’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t be in this position.”
    Josie scowled. “You’re willing to overlook all the things she did to Ren and her family to keep pursuing it? Even when she pushed you aside like nothing for a man who was in love with someone else?”
    “Let it go,” I snapped, running my hand over my face. “Please.”
    She shrugged and rolled her eyes. I knew she didn’t understand, but her badgering wasn’t helping clear the fog in my stupid head. I didn’t like to be forced.
    “Do you want her?” she asked, glancing at me. “Is it just sex, or is it more than that?”
    I frowned. “More?”
    Josie’s lips tightened. “Do you want to know who she is, spend time with her, and cuddle?” She pretended to vomit. “Or do you just want the orgasm?”
    I gestured to my dick and told her the truth. “All the fuck I know