“Self-defense Jada. Don’t touch her.”
“I know, I know. I’m still not a fan of this plan.”
We both get into the octagon and I laugh. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
Jada pulls her arms up. “Give me your best right hook.”
I shrug before landing a right hook on her, only it didn’t land because she blocked it effortlessly.
We spend forty minutes in the octagon, flipping each other around and tapping out. My body is soaked in sweat and I have a bad case of the dries.
“All right,” Beast answers, stepping into the octagon. “You’ve learned a lot in a week, baby. You’re a natural.”
Melissa jumps in too with a bottle of Ready To Drink in her hand. “Seriously, Meads. You’re a badass!” She nudges me with her shoulder.
“Hardly. Did you bring the bow?” I ask, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my towel.
He nods. “Yeah, come on.”
After a couple hours on the bow, we head back to the house with Melissa in the passenger seat and Beast behind us on his bike.
“What’s going to happen when you go back to Westbeach?” Melissa asks, peering at me from the passenger seat.
I shrug, changing down gears. “I don’t know yet.”
“You don’t want to go back, do you?” she asks with disbelief in her tone.
“What? Don’t be stupid, of course I do. I just don’t know what’s going to happen with me, him and the distance between us.”
“Well…” she begins, “…if there were anyone that could make the long distance thing work, it’d be you two.”
“You think?” I ask, glancing at her.
“Yep, positive. You were obviously carved out of the same stone. You’re perfect for each other.”
When we pull up, I get out of the car and wait for Beast while Melissa walks into the house. It’s dark out and I know she’s tired, but I also know that Hella has had a major impact on her. I want to take her home. I know that would be the right thing to do, so I’ll have to talk to Beast about it tonight.
“You good?” he asks, removing his gloves.
“Yeah,” I say, walking up to his bike. “I’m good.” Maybe Melissa is right, maybe we were cut from the same stone.
Dragging my overworked body up the stairs, I drop my duffel bag onto the floor. Beast walks into the bathroom before coming back into the room. “Come on, I need to talk to you about something.”
I follow behind him into the bathroom, my heavy steps dragging me toward the steamy room at snail pace. Closing the door behind him, I strip off my clothes, huffing out a tired breath when I struggle with my sports bra that’s stuck to my sweat soaked skin. He chuckles, gripping his hand around the bottom of it and ripping it off.
I sigh. “Thank you.” Before stepping into the ceramic bathtub and taking a seat under the high pressured scalding water.
He steps in after me, my thighs clenching together at the sight of him in all his naked glory. Sighing again, I shake my head because even though my body is beat and my ass is literally sore from landing on it so much tonight, I know I’d still happily saddle up for a round with him.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, taking the soap bar in my hand and running it over my aching arms.
He sits opposite me, running his damp hands through his hair. “We’re ending this thing with The Army in a couple nights,” he states, bringing his eyes to mine.
I tilt my head. “Is it safe?”
He laughs, taking my hand in his and pulling me over to him. I rest my back on his chest, his shaft pressing against my back. “I can’t guarantee anything baby, but I promise nothing will hurt you.”
“That’s not reassuring for me, Beast.”
That’s not reassuring for me at all.
The next night we’re pulling up to the clubhouse, I swing off my bike before helping Meadow off. She turns in my arms so her back is flush with my front. “You know,” she mumbles, her perky ass rubbing against my cock, stirring him to life. “I think we need a drink.”
I laugh, spinning her around in my grasp and pulling her into me. “Let’s go.”
Pulling her body to my side, we both walk up to the open metal door where there’s loud music and a whole lot of drunk patched members crawling about everywhere. Meadow laughs, resting her face against my chest.
“Where’s Melissa?” I ask, inhaling the sweet smell of cherries and coconut coming from her hair.
“She’ll be in there,” she answers, mumbling into my chest.
I turn her face to me. “She hasn’t left yet?”