Twenty-Eight

Kaylee's P.O.V.

I never expected that it would be so erotic to watch my mate work out. His team spent the first two hours running and doing tactical drills before they moved on to sparring, but as he lunged and swung at his opponent, effectively taking them down, my eyes remained glued to him. My fingers pulled at the blanket beneath me as I continued to observe Parker's training session with his team. Every breath he took, every muscle that flexed, was hypnotizing.

I thought I would be bothered by him touching his half-naked female team members, but there was nothing sexual about him knocking them to the ground repeatedly. Even the way he yelled out orders, scolded mistakes, and encouraged them when they tried something new or did well was attractive to me. He was professional about it though. He was a true leader.

Mia had spared me a few glances and a shy wave at the beginning of training. But after Parker tossed her to the floor like a rag doll during their one-on-one sparring an