“Where we going?”
“We are going to teach you how to fight.”
Her hand stilled, still clutching her hair. “What? Why?”
“Because, all though you have me and the Kings, we may not always be around if you fall into trouble. And now that everyone who is anyone knows your affiliations with us, you’re pretty much a walking target, and I’m not about to take chances. Not when it comes to you.”
She seemed to think over what I had just said, and then shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “But I have my Glock.”
I forced myself from not rolling my eyes. “That’s good and all, but here’s the thing about relying on a Glock. That metal bullshit may not always be easily accessible to you when you need it, but do you wanna know what will always be accessible to you?”
“I get your point. But I don’t know if combat is my thing.”
“Well, we’re about to make it your thing.” I shoved the car keys into my back pocket and headed for the front door. “Come on, princess.”
She flipped me off.
“I DON’T WANNA…” I WHINED like an annoyed toddler. “Seriously, this isn’t fair!” We were back at the cabin and the sun was blaring down on my skin. I had yoga pants and a loose tank on. Too loose. So I wrapped the front into a bun and tied it tightly under my sports bra.
“Oh come on, this will be fun!” That was Nate, grinning from his seat. All of them were here. Nate, Jase, Hunter, and Chase were sitting on the logs that surround the bonfire. Their sunglasses covering their eyes while they sat there, shoving potato chips into their annoying gobs, drinking beer, and basically, looking like they were ready to watch an hour long movie. Bishop, Brantley, Eli, Cash, and Saint were semi surrounding me in a circle. All dressed accordingly. You know, with no shirts and various colors of jeans. Some worn, some not so worn, som—
“Madison!” Bishop snapped.
I brought my eyes to him where they were squinted. “What!”
“Watch those eyes.”
I turned red. I didn’t even realize I was obviously checking them out—without checking them out. “I was looking at all of your jeans, actually,” I mumbled under my breath grumpily. Then I cranked my neck. “I’m really not sure about this.” Saint had laid down some combat mats. Which proved my earlier statement. He was the brains of the group. I heard a car speeding down the long private gravel road and everyone revived to alert. The guys shot up from their seats while Bishop slowly stepped in front of me. Then they all relaxed and mumbled annoyances. I couldn’t see around Bishop’s block of a body but when I heard the voice, I laughed.
“If you think you boys get to beat her ass without me watching, you’re mistaken.”
I giggled. “Tate, tell me you brought vodka or something.” I had a feeling our holiday was going to be fueled by alcohol and poor decisions. Oh, and I have a new boyfriend who isn’t really new, and I guess we haven’t really made it official. Crap. Is he my boyfriend?
“Kitty!” Bishop growled, pointing to my arms that were not so defensively to the sides of my body.
“Oh, I really don’t want to do this,” I whined.
I could hear mumbled arguing to the side of me, so I turned to see what was going on only to find Tate and Nate fighting over a bag of chips.
“Seriously!” I deadpanned at the both of them. “I mean I expected it from Nate, but not you.” I pointedly glared at Tate.
She looked around the group innocently, licking the salt off her fingers. “Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ve totally got them all. And besides, I haven’t been laid in what feels like, weeks. This will be like live porn.”
“That’s not pervy at all,” I retorted, then turned back to a grinning Bishop.
“Oh it’s totally pervy, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
“Wait, you haven’t had dick since mine?” Nate asked, staring at her.
She turned Ferrari red and I relished in the fact that her mouth had once again, landed her ass in hot water.
She shrugged. “I’m fussy, so what.”
Jase was staring her up and down. “I mean, I can rectify that if you want. Can’t guarantee you’d survive a real man, though…”
Nate flipped him off.
I rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand. “Fuck me. I have idiots as friends and family.”
Music started playing through the big boom speaker that was huddled near Nate, and I recognized the song from one of their parties. “Get Dough” by Dead Obies.
An hour later, sweat was dripping from my skin and Bishop’s body was pressing into my back with my face squished into the mat. “Okay! Alright! Fuck!” He circled his crotch into my ass. I flushed. “Stop it…”
The entire time we’ve been doing this training-fighting thing, Bishop was going hard on me. And I don’t mean his dick. I will most likely have bruises all over my arms and butt for weeks after this. Brantley was no exception either. He almost knocked me out, waiting for me to get out of the sleeper hold. They weren’t playing around at all, but now I was tired, sweaty, and thirsty. Not for water.
“Can we continue this next week?”
“No,” Bishop answered, jackknifing off me and getting to his feet. “We all have to stay out here…”
I looked around at them. “Why are we staying out here?” I couldn’t believe I didn’t ask anyone
