“You finally get to break out that fancy jet of yours and show it off to us.” He grinned. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll even let you join the mile high club with me.”
Price snorted. “Nah. I’m open to offers for the mile high club and I’d be way more fun.” He winked at me, then Misha. “For two of you, anyway. No offence, Linc, you’re not my type.”
“Am I your type?” Widow started flexing his muscles, even going so far as to lift his shirt and flash his abs. Delilah didn’t even try to pretend she wasn’t checking him out just as much as Kellan, and it didn’t help my attempts to keep a straight face.
I laughed. “You’re right, bunny. We’re gonna need the jet. And nobody will join the mile high club, so shh.” It was a fat lie, but it seemed better to pretend and nip the conversation in the bud now.
We could talk about it again when on my plane.
“We’re going to find Shannon O’Malley?” Misha confirmed, as I yanked my borrowed phone out and hit dial on Beau’s number so he could ready the plane for me.
“Yeah.” I nodded, brain buzzing with ideas and promises of things finally being clearer. “We’re going to England to find Shannon O’Malley and we’re going to finally put a face to my stalker.”
Misha grinned something wicked. “Good.” He said. “I think it’s about time we caught her and showed her just how much pain we can inflict.”
There was a darkness in his eyes as he said it that I both thoroughly enjoyed and feared. Misha wasn’t dark. He was light. But something in his stare was even making me shiver…
Chapter Twenty Five
There was nothing hotter than watching your girlfriend wrestle your boyfriend into submission, both of them barely dressed in shorts and a sports bra in Sapphire’s case. Sure, I shouldn’t have been getting turned on by the violence. But it was all in jest, and I enjoyed watching the way they held each other down, desperate to claim a win. It wasn’t a fair fight. There was a clear difference in skill, strength, and talent. That meant eventually Misha tapped out, laughing too much to continue. His laugh was intoxicating, and I was glad to see him doing it. Even more so when it was accompanied by Saph giggling and dancing as she celebrated her win.
Damn, they were both far too pretty and perfect. It was an absolute fluke that I had somehow got them both to fall for me.
“On a scale of one to ten, ten being like the armless toddler you’ve accused me of being, how bad was I?” Mish asked from the ground, where he lay writhing about the place.
I tried not to drool over the sight of him, all sweaty and half naked. But it was rather difficult.
Reaching out an arm, I helped him to his feet from the gym mat before I did something fun and joined him on the ground.
“Not bad.” I promised. “You’re getting there, and I’d say you’re now like a toddlerwitharms.”
He had been practicing his fighting skills since he’d been able to, and there was a clear difference in his skill levels from now to when he started. And sure, he’d been slacking a little since Malone’s death, but now that we were planning on going to England, he’d decided that he needed a refresher in case anything happened. Then when we returned, he’d asked me to start training him a few times a week. I had the confidence that Misha would be a weapon by the time Christmas came around again.
“By getting there, you mean Saph just kicked my ass in over thirty seconds not under?” He snorted as he wiped his face with a towel and took the bottle of water I offered him when he was upright.
“She’s been training years longer than you, so the fact you lasted as long as you did is really good.” I would have been shocked had he stood a chance of winning – our girl could kickmyass if she really tried hard enough, and I was twice Misha’s size and fought a whole lot more.
“Really?” He looked so happy with himself and I was pleased.
He didn’t care that Sapphire had beaten him – he wasn’t a sexist twat who got mad when a girl kicked his ass – but I knew he was conscious of feeling like he was weaker than everyone else. Plus, he didn’t want to risk being harmed the same way Elaina had hurt him before. He just needed a win or two to feel a lot more confident in his own safety, and I was more than happyto teach him. Especially when he seemed so happy knowing that all his hard work was slowly and steadily paying off.
“Promise.” I offered him my pinky finger. “You’re less shit at this than you used to be, and I think one day you might even beat her.”
Sure, it would take years. But if Misha kept up with his training and eating the food Kody and Linc recommended, there was no reason he couldn’t get stronger and one day win. He had the extra motivation of wanting to be able to overpower our girl too for nefarious means – I saw the look in this little minx’s eyes when he was holding her and knew that was something they both enjoyed. Hopefully, I would be enjoying it too, because damn, my mind was racing with all sorts of deliciously wicked thoughts.
“I don’t care about beating her in a real fight; I love how strong she is, and knowing she can fight well makes me feel less stressed about her. But I do want to keep her pinned sometimes.” Misha blushed scarlet and turned his head, glancing at our girl as she called out our names.
“I’m done today.” Sapphire swaggered over to us, hips shaking, boobs jiggling in her bra, looking good enough to bite. “I’m hungry and sweaty, so wanna shower and then eat. Plus, I think I need to pack before it takes me hours tonight, and I make us late.”
I yanked her toward me, kissing her face all over whilst she squealed and laughed.
“You’re too hot to be allowed to exist.” I kissed her harder, shoving my tongue in her mouth and taking what I wanted until she was panting against me and clawing at my shirt, all thoughts of showers and food vanishing.
She pouted when I pulled away, but it was quickly swapped with a grin when Kody yanked her over his shoulder, stealing her out of the gym with Lincoln following behind them. I wasfairly sure we would be waiting a while for dinner and Saph’s shower to be done with. But that was fine with me. There was a wonderful distraction standing next to me that I had been wanting to get alone for the last few days.
“Wanna come shower and stuff? I’ve not some nice new body wash I think you’ll like.”
Misha raised his brows, a smile tugging at his lips. “That was a terrible line.”
