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She glared over at Pixie as the third loud beep echoed in the room and indicated the start of the countdown. How the hell was she supposed to do anything with her legs weak with desire? She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes at the two smug men chuckling over her lack of movement. She would see who was laughing in the end.
She turned and launched herself up the twenty-foot cargo net, barely pausing on each rung. If they thought losing a few seconds of time would mean she would lose, they were about to find out how wrong they were.
Every obstacle in this building was like a part of her. She had designed them, constructed them and run through them more times than she could even count. Every day she trained other people on the best ways to conquer them. She could probably navigate the entire building blindfolded.
This place called out to the young child within her who had loved scrambling through the woods and reveled in racing for the sheer joy of it. Adrenaline filled her system as she cleared the top of the net and scrambled up onto the platform.
She leaped out to start the hand over hand four rungs out without a pause. The quick slap of the metal into the palms of her hands as she swung across was like a heartbeat. Steady and calm. She smiled as she swung off the last rung and bounced quickly down the platforms to get to the base of the rope.
Almost thirty seconds left on the clock. Hannibal and Ink were standing on the other side of the mat. The mixture of shock and admiration in their gazes fed her soul. The rope was twenty feet tall and wouldn’t take even half that amount of time. She gave them a cheeky wink.
Having them training with her here at the gym was going to be so much fun. She leaped up at the rope, not bothering to use her legs, and pulled herself quickly hand over hand to the top. Jade slapped the bell at the top of the rope, and laughed at the jangle.
She wrapped her legs around the rope and slowly let herself down, hand over hand. She dropped to the mat just as the loud tone marking the end of her time sounded. Happiness and the thrill of winning bubbled through her. This night had turned out differently than she originally imagined.
Jade had hoped these women had enjoyed their time and signed up for more sessions. Now she was going to have time alone with two sexy men, teaching them about something she loved. Getting to meet Hannibal and Ink would have been amazing on any night.
Winning free tattoos from them as well as the training seemed too good to be true. Nervousness flooded her stomach as she walked over to the stunned men and cheering women. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be sore losers. She doubted these two were used to losing at anything.
Chapter 5
The worst kind of block is a cock block
Hannibal
It had been a long time since Hannibal had been shocked by anything. This woman had managed to surprise him in several ways in the last few minutes. Ink and he had never been shy about what they wanted from women. But they usually kept their fun confined within the Club, where their proclivities were well known.
Coming onto this woman earlier had been an unexpected impulse. She was temptation wrapped up in a tiny little package. What had started as a teasing kiss, egged on by Ink, had turned into so much more. Jade’s lips had been like velvet. Her body was a fascinating contrast between hard and soft.
He had never really considered muscles on a woman, but damn, Jade made everything in him stand up and pay attention. Watching her as she practically floated through the obstacle course was a turn on. He hoped the small signs of submission, that both he and Ink had picked up on, weren’t imagined. The idea of the strong, capable woman choosing to give herself over to them was a seductive prospect.
It was a shame they hadn’t won the second half of the bet. They all would have enjoyed the type of training he’d had in mind. But he’d learned long ago that losing the first battle didn’t mean that the war was over. Between the two of them, they would find a way to seduce this little firecracker. And if nothing else, he was going to get her under his needles soon.
The thought of marking that lovely woman permanently with his ink made his cock painfully hard. Hannibal stood next to his best friend and Brother and they watched as she basked in the congratulations of the Club’s Old Ladies. She seemed to fit in well with them.
“What are you thinking, Brother?” Ink’s voice held a note of hesitation that he didn’t like.
Knowing his Brother the way he did, the man was already second guessing everything. “Thinking about getting her under my needles and getting her between us.” His words were designed to keep things light even though his thoughts were wandering down more serious paths.
“Do you think she can handle that?”
Hannibal chuckled. “After watching that, I think she can handle anything.”
Ink’s face was a blank mask as he watched Jade laugh and tease with the other women. “Not sure this is a good idea.”
For a minute Hannibal studied Ink’s face, trying to figure out where this hesitation was coming from. “You sore that she beat our time?”
Ink frowned. “No, it’s not that. We barely know this civilian and we’re already committed to spending a month with her. What if she isn’t interested in what we want?”
“You didn’t seem to have those concerns before she beat us.”
Ink ran his hand through his hair, one of his few tells that he was nervous. The man was usually all confidence, especially about women. His Southern good looks always drew in the women. He didn’t usually worry about whether they would stay once they realized he and Hannibal were a package deal.
The funny thing was, once a woman saw past the surface, it was usually Ink’s indifference outside the bedroom that kept a woman from returning a second time. Ink would make sure their partners enjoyed themselves physically, but it was up to Hannibal to show them any sort of emotional care. Over the last few years, the women they had shared had been submissive but hardened by life.
Women looking for a good time, but not ready to settle down. Hannibal enjoyed edging women, tattooing them, or piercing them. He loved watching them give themselves over to him, as he used a mix of pain to heighten their pleasure. Ink didn’t seem to see the need for the gentle to soften the harsh. He pushed a woman’s boundaries and enjoyed walking her right up against the edge of any limits she set. It would take a unique woman to handle both of them in the bedroom as well as outside of it.
Jade finally broke away from the group of Old Ladies and came over towards them. She was an interesting mix of giddy excitement and an almost shy smile. “Your friends have decided to set up twice a week private sessions.”
