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Chapter Thirty-Five
LILLY
The next morning after breakfast, Jax, Loki, and Kai tell me that they’re going to Enzo’s gym and ask if I’d like to join them. Ash is at his parents’ again.
I figure that I've got nothing else to do, well, I've got a whole load of homework, but I'm putting that shit off, because a girl needs a break from trying to work out where commas go in creative writing!
I go upstairs to get ready, excited to try my new activewear from Pru Apparel. It's a gorgeous matching set of tight shorts and a sports bra, in turquoise stretch fabric, with printed purple flowers that are reminiscent of African waxed cloth.
I placed an order with Lucy & Yak a couple of weeks ago, which has just arrived this morning. So I wear my brand spanking new red berry corduroy dungarees on top, grabbing one of Loki's hoodies and my heeled boots to complete the outfit. Might as well spend the money Adrian gives me.
I’ve not heard them mention Enzo before, or his gym, so I decide to ask about him as we all get into Jax's truck, and head down the drive.In Hell I’ll Be In Good Companyby The Dead South comes over the speakers, and I chuckle a little at the irony given the boys...occupation.I call that progress.
“Who's Enzo?” I ask Jax, turning to gaze at him next to me in the driver's seat.
“He's my unofficial trainer,” Jax says, his voice a delicious rumble that always makes me a little wet between the thighs and leaves me breathless.
“Trainer?” I question. “Trainer for what?”
“Didn't you know, Pretty Girl?” Loki says from the back, and I glance over my shoulder to see an evil smirk on his face that tells me he's stirring shit somehow. “Big guy here is an underground MMA champion.”
My brows raise at this. “How am I only just finding out about this? Jax?” I turn to glare daggers at the man in question, who looks a little sheepish.
“Why do you think he’s so, well, ripped?” Loki asks, and I shrug.
“I dunno...to pin me down real good?” I tease, and I jump in my seat when Jax roars out a laugh that startles us all.
“Oh, Baby Girl,” he says, his voice dropping an octave and becoming husky, looking over to me. “That's just an added bonus.”
I rub my thighs together, to try and ease the ache that's started up there at his words and my dirty mind. Jax smirks at the movement.
“Eyes back on the road, big guy,” I say, voice mock scolding and he turns back to look out of the windscreen with a cough.
A few moments pass while I think about what I’ve just found out.
“So, can I come to your next fight?” I ask Jax, and he lifts a brow.
“Um, it’s not really a place nice girls go to,” he tells me, and I scowl.
“Who says I’m a nice girl?” I growl out, trying to sound fierce, but eliciting chuckles from them all which just pisses me off. Then a naughty idea pops into my mind. “Please, Jax,” I whine, trying not to sound petulant as I reach over and grab his hard thigh. “I’ll kiss all your wounds better afterwards,” I offer, lowering my own voice seductively, moving my hand upwards and eliciting a hiss from his mouth.
The leather on the steering wheel groans as he grips it hard.
“Fine,” he growls out, and I squeal, letting go and planting a kiss on his cheek. “But you’ll stay with one of the others at all times. It’s not until after Christmas anyway.”
We drive along the beautiful road that I took with Kai, heading into town, and then carrying on through, turning off Main Street onto a smaller, more worn looking street. Pulling up next to the pavement, I look up at the squat grey building to see a red sign that reads Enzo’s.
Jax shuts off the engine, parking, and we all get out, Kai grabbing our bags from the trunk. It's another beautiful sunny day, but it's freezing cold and I shiver as we head towards the double doors in the front. A warm arm settles over my shoulders, the smell of vanilla washing over me.
“I'll warm you up real good when we get inside,” Loki whispers against my ear, and I shiver for an entirely different reason.
The heat hits me like a slap in the face as soon as I walk through the door. Followed by the smell of sweaty man, and the tang of blood, all mixed with the rich scent of leather. My nose crinkles and Loki laughs at me.
“Too much like slumming it for you,Princess?” he asks, using Ash’s nickname for me.
“Loki, you wouldn’t know what ‘slumming it’ was, if it came up behind you and bit you on your peachy arse!” I scoff at him, rolling my eyes.
“Pretty Girl, you can bite myassanytime you want,” he quips back, nuzzling my neck and I shiver again.
