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It’s first thing in the morning on Friday and just like every day this week, I’m training with Ford and Sonny in the outhouse just beyond the sports field. It’s cold out, frost has begun to settle on the grass and shrubbery making everything crunch underfoot. Before long it’s going to be Christmas break and I’ll be able to see my baby brothers for the first time in ages. That thought should be on the forefront of my mind. Instead, I can’t help but think about this fight with Monk and Camden’s revelation.
“Asia, arms up, don’t lose concentration,” Ford snaps, lightly jabbing me on my chin. It doesn’t hurt. It’s a mere whisper of a touch but it brings me back to focus.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, dropping my arms and turning my back on him. A bead of sweat dribbles down my spine, pooling at the top of my leggings and the growing patch of sweat there. It might be freezing cold outside, but I’m burning up inside and not just because Ford and Sonny have put me through my paces.
“You need to focus,” Ford adds, stating the obvious.
“I know that,” I snap. It’s not his fault.
“Ford, give her a sec, okay? We’ve been pushing Asia hard all this week. She can sit this out for a bit, yeah?” Sonny says, trying his best to calm the situation.
“Fine. If you want to take a break for a while then watch instead. Sonny, get over here and let’s spar. Asia needs to see it from this point of view anyway. It helps to visualise the fight.”
I sit down on the chair in the corner of the room and pull my knees up, perching my feet on the edge of the seat. Resting my chin on my knees, I watch Sonny and Ford bounce up and down on their toes.
“You want to remain light on your feet,” Ford begins, eyeing me thoughtfully. “Monk might be strong, and he can throw a meaty punch, but he’s like a fucking elephant. You, Asia, need to be a gazelle.”
“A gazelle is the bloody prey, Ford,” Sonny remarks, rolling his eyes. He looks at me with his baby-blues, his dimples deep in his cheeks as he smiles. “Be a fucking lion, Asia. Alion,” he reinforces with a light laugh.
“You know what I mean.” Ford retorts, punching Sonny on his shoulder.
“Fuck, dickwad, ease up will you?” Sonny rubs his arm, grimacing.
“Nope. Deal with it.”
For the next twenty minutes I watch Ford and Sonny spar, and whilst Sonny is good there’s no doubting who’s the better fighter. If Sonny’s a lion, then Ford’s a goddamn mythical creature. He moves with intelligence, power and an almost magical grace. He really is very impressive and a complete turn on.
Pretty soon my worries over the fight tomorrow night are replaced with awe for the two men before me, and they really are men, not boys. They might only be my age, but everything about them screams manliness. The two might be similar in looks but when it comes to fighting, they approach it completely differently. There’s an edge to Sonny that comes to life when he fights, a hardness that is in complete contrast to his usual easygoing nature. He’s untamed for the most part, reacting on instinct. I suspect he could be as good as Ford if only he’d learn to control the wildness within. Ford, on the other hand, is calculated, clever and entirely controlled in every move he makes. That, and the fact he is insanely talented, gives him the edge. I find myself wondering what would happen if he were to let go, really let go. I’m guessing he would be far more dangerous than any of us suspect.
By the time they finish sparring, both are dripping with sweat and pumped up with a restless kind of energy. I feel it wash over me when they both, almost simultaneously, turn their attention to me. Sonny grabs a towel and wipes his face, then rips off his shirt showing me his glorious eagle tattoo. Ford cracks his knuckles, then rolls his head on his shoulders. I get the distinct impression he could go all night.
My cheeks heat up at where that thought takes my imagination.
“You ready to go again?” he asks me, a question in his eyes.
Blowing out a long breath, I nod. Though what I’m ready for isn’t sparring… The testosterone in the room is high, causing my hormones to go crazy right about now.
“Come here then,” he utters, and I suddenly feel as though his gentle request is more of a command. A command that I can’t say no to, and just like that, the atmosphere changes from friendly to downright sinful.
Pulling up my metaphorical big girl’s pants, I walk towards them both readying myself for more sparring.
“You have to clear your head of all your emotion, Asia. As you’ve been able to see for yourself, Sonny’s a good fighter. One of the best, actually. But he is ruled by emotion and instinct. Like I said before, that will only get you so far in a fight. You must funnel any emotion you feel, hone it into a deadly weapon and above all else, use your head,” Ford says, tapping his temple with each word. “If you do that, youwillwin.”
“Sonny, hold her,” Ford says, suddenly.
Before I even have time to figure out what the hell is happening, Sonny has his arms wrapped around me from behind. I can feel his damp skin against my back, causing heat to surge upwards from my core.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“What I’ve wanted to do for some time…” Ford’s voice trails off as he steps closer, so close that I’m sandwiched between them both. Sonny’s hot breath flows over the skin of my neck, and when his lips press gently behind my ear it’s all I can do to stop the moan erupting from my lips.
“And what’s that?” I manage to utter, my lust-filled voice betraying me.
“Sonny tasted you. Now, it’s my turn,” he responds, cupping my face in his hands and pressing his mouth against mine. The second his tongue seeks out mine, I know I’m lost as red-hot heat rips up and outwards from my core, scorching every single part of me. I’m acutely aware of Ford’s hands finding my hips as the tip of Sonny’s tongue trails against my neck and up to my earlobe which he bites at the same time Ford bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.
Between them, I’m a ball of feeling, emotion, but most of all I’m lustful and horny. So horny that I reach for Ford’s arse and yank him closer. Sonny growls, biting on the delicate skin of my neck in mock jealousy. I’m pretty sure he’s enjoying this moment as much as I am if the thick ridge of his cock digging into my lower back is anything to go by.
