“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Hudson frowns at us both. “I can’t hit a girl, especially not her.”
Eight catches him off guard with a karate chop to the throat. His knees meet the floor for a second time as he coughs and tries not to throw his guts up. She’s a fucking savage, especially when angry.
“Feel free to sit it out,” Eight offers.
While her most insufferable boyfriend recovers, I box her in with my fist raised in anticipation. I’m glad she doesn’t treat me differently for only having one hand. The best thing about Eight is that she embraces every messy, imperfect aspect of us all. Especially the darker parts.
“First to tap out loses?”
I nod at her suggestion. “Hope you’re prepared to go down.”
In response, she dances towards me on light feet. It’s like watching a bloodthirsty ballerina encircling her hopeless prey. I duck and weave, landing a few quick blows to her torso. As I’m bringing my leg up for another kick, someone shoves me from behind, causing me to faceplant.
“Nobody said anything about not playing dirty,” Hudson taunts.
I roll onto my back. “Fucking bastard.”
“Nice to know our friendship is mutual, asshole.”
“Will you two stop flirting already?” Eight complains. “Either fuck each other or quit messing around. You can’t expect me to watch this shit and not get ideas.”
I catch the hopeful glint in her eye. She looks at us both like we’re her fucking dinner. Hudson helps me back up again, but this time, his hand lingers on my back. I lost my shirt a couple of hours ago, and his fingertips seem to caress the hard muscles of my deltoids for a brief second.
“You’re playing with fire, blackbird.”
Eight leans against the edge of the ring to catch her breath. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other. Friendship, my ass. Don’t act like you’re not curious, Hud.”
“I’m straight,” he splutters.
“Why does that have to come into it? I’m sure Eli thought the same thing. Sometimes people’s energies connect. Doesn’t mean it has to be labelled or pinned down.”
Sauntering towards us, Eight runs a hand down Hudson’s defined chest, exposed by the sweaty material of his blue tank top. I watch his throat bob. His eyes are trying to stray over to me as he battles against it.
“You don’t even want one little taste?” she taunts.
“Brooke…”
“What if I helped?”
Leaning in, her mouth meets Hudson’s without mercy. I stand rock still, his thumb rubbing tiny circles into my back. I don’t think he knows that he’s doing it. Eight controls their kiss with confidence, taking every ounce of control without giving a single bit back.
When they break apart, Hudson’s lips are parted and he’s breathing hard. She grabs a handful of his top and uses it to wrench him towards me. We end up chest to chest, with her excited eyes skipping between us both. I duck my head close to hers, stealing my own kiss from her sweet lips.
Hudson watches our tongues duel, heat entering his gaze. When Eight pulls away from me, his fear is obliterated by burning need. I let him come to me, our noses brushing before I can feel the hesitant whisper of his lips on mine. He’s waiting for me to cross the finish line.
“Kiss him back,” Eight orders me.
I’ve never been one to deny her darkest desires.
My mouth attacks Hudson’s in a furious frenzy. With that final barrier laid bare, he doesn’t hesitate to give as good as he gets. There’s nothing gentle or tender about our first kiss. It’s violent and aggressive, a testament to our loving hatred for the bond tying us together.
Eight’s hand strokes my arm, her familiar scent washing between us both. This is still about her. Releasing Hudson’s swollen lips, I roughly drag her between us so her tight ass is pressed right up against my cock. Trapped in place, she doesn’t protest as we kiss again over her writhing body.
If she doesn’t stop moving, I’m going to blow my load long before I’m buried inside her cunt. Hudson’s hand twines in my hair, roughly tugging on the long strands. I release a low hiss, biting his bottom lip in retaliation. The taste of his blood in my mouth turns me on even more.
A hand snakes over my hip and down into the soft material of my sweats. Eight’s playing a very dangerous game as she slides into my boxers, taking hold of my erect length. Her strokes begin light and teasing, before she’s working my shaft from base to tip.
