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“Watch your fucking mouth. You aren’t the only one with blood on your hands. He may not beyourbrother, but heismine, and I too have put people in the ground for less.” Noah states softly, remaining eerily calm. The only hint that he is going to his dark place is his quiet demeanor. My normally sarcastic, happy-go-lucky guy is nowhere to be seen. In his place the viciousness that I know he hides well is coming out to play. My Jekyll and Hyde. He’s my favorite brand of crazy.
While I typically love the testosterone fueled madness that overcomes my guys as they get worked up for a fight, I’d prefer it if they weren’t making enemies of each other. It’s time to deescalate the situation a bit because the amount of hatred bleeding from their pores, while they stare each other down is palpable. Ren and Matteo look like they’re about to internally combust. Noah is clearly losing his grip on the short fuse he has at the best of times, and Cohen is simply assessing the situation, but I have no doubt that he’d jump into the fight to protect his brother if necessary. He likely already has seen at least five different outcomes in his head as it is. The adrenaline thrumming through my body from all this fighting is starting to cloud my own judgement, so I can’t imagine it’s doing anything good for the boys. We need to clear the air, and with these boys, I know just the way to do it.
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Watchingthese guys beat the ever living fuck out of each other is like my every fantasy come to life. I’m watching the sweat pour off of them as they go pound for pound on the mats. I was adamant that they wear gear and follow boxing regulations.
Normally I wouldn’t care if they wanted to fight dirty, but there’s no trust here, and until there is, it’s gonna be nothing but clean fights. No hitting below the belt, no kidney shots and they are only allowed to strike with a closed fist. No MMA shit. No groundwork at all, and under no circumstance are they allowed to strike while their opponent is down. Those are the rules. Those aremyrules. If they break the rules, they fightme. They need this, though. These guys are all more similar than they realize. It took me a long time to understand how much they’re like me too. The fight will help. It always helps me.
After watching them for some time, I’m itching to hit the mats. Except I’m worried that if I walk away to change, everything will go to shit. I don’t think I can trust these guys alone just yet. I’m not a shrink though, so what the hell do I know?
Ehh, fuck it. They’re all big boys. They can handle themselves without me babysitting them. If they can’t respect my rules, I’ll happily kick the shit out of all of them. I look back one last time, smirking at how hard they are trying to hold back just to prove that they can. The sparring hasn’t been bad so far, but only because I paired Ren up with Cohen, and if anyone here has the capability of staying levelheaded enough to fight him, it’s Cohen. The hostility is growing between the twins though and I can feel it all coming to a head, likely sooner rather than later.
When I reach the lockers I look around and find a pair of skintight spandex shorts and a sports bra. I don’t want to hit the mats with any loose clothing on my body that they can grab at and use for leverage. Sparring with them is fun, but I know my guys and they fight dirty, especially with me. I don’t have a brush or anything so I finger comb my unruly mess of hair into a high pony and let it hang down my back. I forego socks and shoes, even though some of these kicks are begging for me to show them some love. I’m pretty sure I saw a pair of Nike Zoom Kobe Six’s over there. Yeah, those limited edition beauties are calling my name. But not right now. I gotta tape up and get back to my guys.
By the time I’m all taped up and walking back to them, I notice that the partners have been switched up. Nope, scratch that. Cohen and Noah are standing off to the side at this point watching Matteo and Ren pound each other into oblivion. Matteo already has a black eye that’s starting to swell and Ren’s lip is busted. These guys are basically copy and pasted, match for fucking match. They’ll destroy each other before either one comes out the winner and here are my other two watching with bloodlust in their eyes and smiles on their faces. They are enjoying watching these guys kill each other and in any other circumstance, I’d likely be right there with them. The adrenaline rush and endorphin boost I get from even just watching a fight is an intoxicating addiction.
I’m zoned in on the fight, awe struck at the beauty and grace they both display when Matteo glances my way and winks. Ren sees it and looks to me as well, only to end up on the wrong side of ‘Teo’s foot connecting with his chest and knocking him on his ass. Ren wastes no time jumping back onto his feet and rushing his brother.
They are a tornado of bodies flipping each other over with arms, elbows and fists flying free. Shirts are getting ripped during the rough grappling and blood is flowing, making a mess all over the mats. I’m stunned at first; frozen solid in a state of shock and lust, but it doesn’t take long for me to snap out of it and rush to them, only to get yanked back from behind. A strong arm wraps around my waist and a voice sounds at my ear.
“Not yet, Q. Let Noah’s giant ass separate them first. They won’t even see you and I’m not risking you getting hurt, even if you are the biggest badass I know.” I feel the whisper of Cohen’s breath waft over my skin, causing those stupid fucking goosebumps. Now is not the time to be affected by these assholes. I’m already struggling with my hormones left and right from all this fighting.
Noah is quick to reach them, grabbing Ren by the back of his shirt and yanking him up. Noah is one of the biggest men I’ve ever seen in my life, but Ren’s entire presence makes him a viable match physically and when he spins around turning his anger on Noah, he clips him in the jaw hard enough that a lesser man would’ve been knocked out cold. Not my pretty boy though. The batshit crazy motherfucker turns a bloody smile at me and winks. God, I love him, the psycho fuck.
“Stop!” I yell. I’m fucking fuming in the place that Cohen is holding me back, trying to ground me with soft coos and loving statements. I’m too pissed to hear any of it though. My whole body is vibrating with rage as it courses through my body, head to fucking toe.
“Matteo. You and me… Right. Fucking. Now. You want a fight? I’ll give you one. You wanna get dirty. Let’s fucking go. Ren isn’t the problem.Iam. I made the final call on welcoming him into my life and therefore, into all of our lives. I thought you’d understand, given what you’ve been through with your dad and the shit you know to be true about our pasts. I know this isn’t easy, but I already gave you an out once. You chose to stay. You chose to fight for me. Now you’re going to actually fight me until you pull your head out of your ass and realize that the real enemy isn’t your brother.”
I don’t realize that Cohen let me move closer to him, until I’m directly in front of him, shoving at him. I’d love to knock him on his ass right now, but even after an honest to Poseidon, knock down drag out fight, he’s still got his center of balance and he hardly budges when I push him.
He lets me throw punches and kicks, not bothering to do any more than block my attacks.
“Fight back!”
He’s giving me nothing in return, not bothering to say anything or fight back, he just keeps blocking everything I throw at him.
Feeling at my wits end with his “fuck off” stare and lack of response, I back away from him and turn to walk away, leaving all the boys to glare at each other like big ass children.
I’m not going to keep wasting my breath. If he wants space, I’ll have to give it to him. I’m not a mind reader and I have no idea how to bring them together.
Unless…
Ah fuck, I’m an evil genius. Why I didn’t think of this before is the real question. This is gonna begood.
Slowly, I start to strip off my spandos and sports bra, glad I didn’t bother putting anything else on. Once I’m naked, I fake cough loud enough to catch the attention of the guys and then turn to walk away again. I don’t even make it to the lockers before I’m turned around and hoisted up onto Noah’s waist. He turns us back around and leads us to the mats, his eyes filled with lust.
“Uh, uh, uh, my feisty girl. You know better than to wave that sexy ass around and not expect me or the guys to jump you. We’ve been missing your fine as fuck self for too long. Plus, I think we owe you a punishment or two if I remember correctly.” He speaks into my neck, causing shivers to race up my spine while he puts me down on my feet. I feel Cohen at my back just as my feet touch the ground and he buries his face into the other side of my neck.
“Fuck baby, I don’t know exactly what your plan is here, but it’s working. Those two aren’t at a standoff anymore because they can’t take their eyes off of you. Hell, none of us can. You are a fucking savage beauty.”
Chapter Sixteen
Alessandra
I’m in sexy man sandwich heaven when they start kissing and sucking on my neck, ears, shoulders and collar bone. My whole body lights up with excitement and I don’t even feel the soreness between my legs that I fell asleep with last night. My cunt is already spasming in lust for these guys and I can feel myself dripping with desire.
I sensetheir presence before I see them. I can feel the heavy weight of their stares and when I finally look up, it’s a heady feeling to have both sets of piercing green eyes focused on me in such a lusty state. Just knowing they’re watching me get worked up by Noah and Cohen turns me on unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. These boys sure know exactly how to push me past all of my limits.
