“That’s why we’ve got gear,” he says and opens the duffel bag he pulled out of the back of his truck.
Though we’re still on club property, we weren’t anywhere near the clubhouse. We were on the other side entirely.
Cerberus digs through the duffel, pulls out several articles of clothing, and hands them to me. “Put these on, then I’ll help you with the rest.”
“You want me to change into those?” I stare at his outstretched hand like it might strike me at any given moment. Though it’s stupid, considering the said hand is filled with stuff.
“No, you put them on over them,” Cerberus explains and steps closer. “But feel free to strip naked in front of me any time you want, though, now wouldn’t be a good time since we’re about to have company.”
“Company?” What’s he talking about?
“Company.” Cerberus nods and tosses the clothing articles for me to catch. “Paintball, isn’t fun without a little bit of competition, so . . .”
I could hear ATVs and dirt bikes starting toapproach and glare at Cerberus. “I thought you said we’re gonna do something fun.”
“We are,” he states.
“This isn’t fun,” I mutter and change.
“That’s ‘cause you haven’t given it a shot yet. Just wait until after.”
We’ll see about that. There’s no way paintball could be fun. Not to me anyway.
By the time I dress in what Cerberus handed me, I look like I’m going to war, and I guess I kinda was. Cerberus adds a few more bits to my get-up, including goggles that take up half my face.
“Teams are gonna be divided into twos. Each of us will have a color bandana on our arms, this is ours,” he says, holding up a green one. “You don’t shoot me. We go for the others. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, a bit disgruntledly. I did not want to be doing this, but since I am, I might as well go for the win.
CHAPTER 11
CERBERUS
“That was fun.”
I glance over in Ember’s direction, brow raised. “Told you you’d have fun.”
Today I wanted her to have fun but also reacquaint herself with using a gun. There wasn’t a better way to do that than by taking her out where some of us get together for a round of paintball. More than just a few of the guys came out today. Though, most of my brothers came, including a couple of ol’ ladies.
Ember was hit a few times, but they all knew what the deal was, and mostly would hit me instead of her.
“What are we doing now?” she asks, twisting inher seat next to me slightly while I maneuver my truck down the path leading back to the clubhouse.
If you didn’t know the path was there, you wouldn’t actually see it. It’s the way we meant it to be.
“We’re gonna go to the room, clean up, dinner, then I’m going to do other things to you,” I tell her.
I told her I’d go at her pace, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna find ways to tease her. Tempt her. Show her that I want her.
“We’re . . . you, ugh, are you serious?” she stammers on a breath.
Glancing over to her, I don’t grin. I don’t smirk. I’m dead serious about what we’re gonna be doing. “Yeah, baby, I’m serious. Wouldn’t play around when it comes to you and what I want.”
“But—”
“Not gonna fuck you,” I interrupt her, maneuver the truck out of the path and onto the trail leading to the clubhouse. “I’m not gonna go and fuck you, not yet, not until I know you’re ready. Doesn’t mean we’re not gonna do other things.”
“I’m not afraid of sex. I’ve had sex since?—”
