My friend—who’d just called herself beautiful and talented—did not lack for confidence, but it seemed silly to point that out.
Eagle landed the first punch, making me wince at the sound of contact. Being on the receiving end of that hit had to hurt.
“Maybe they aren’t looking for the willing,” I suggested.
Naomi gasped. “Those bastards. Kick their asses, Marine!” she shouted.
Three guys were closing in on Stocks. I felt a moment of panic before watching him quickly disable one and then hold his own against the other two. He was fighting for my honor, and I expected to feel some sort of feminist indignation or something, but the opposite was true. Stocks was one step shy of pounding on his chest, and—to my surprise—his brutal display of masculinity was ridiculously sexy.
As in super arousing.
So hot I had to resist the urge to fan myself.
Every punch and kick he threw made me wetter.
Who knew fighting could be so stimulating? Forget oysters and alcohol; apparently all my libido required was a good old-fashioned beat down. Evolution had obviously passed me up.
Just when I started thinking there must be something wrong with me, Naomi leaned over and whispered, “Hot, isn’t it?” Her glassy eyes trailed the movements of her husband.
I was sure Eagle was holding his own, but I couldn’t pull my gaze away from Stocks long enough to check. The man knew how to fight way better than I’d expected him to. He was so unassuming, sweet, and chill, it was easy to forget he’d served as a Marine. Those guys clearly didn’t fuck around when it came to hand-to-hand.
“Isn’t it?” Naomi asked, nudging me.
She’d asked a question? “Um…”
She laughed. “Yep. You’re into this shit, too. I don’t know why them pummeling the guys who talked shit about us is so sexy, but Eagle’s definitely getting laid tonight.”
“How’s that different than any other night?”
She shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? We keep each other satisfied.” I never would have imagined Naomi happily settling down to the mom and wife gig, but she glowed as she watched him.
“I’m glad. He’s good for you, Nae. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.”
“It’s weird, isn’t it?”
“No.” I gave her a little shove. “Not at all. You deserve this.”
“So, what’s up with you and Stocks?”
I shrugged. “We’re having fun.”
“Like long-term fun or fuck-buddy no-strings-attached fun?”
“We’re not defining the relationship.” Truthfully, we weren’t even talking about it. I enjoyed being around him, he seemed to feel the same way, and that was enough for me.
She laughed. “Let me know how that works out.”
The impending doom her words implied struck a nerve. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“In a motorcycle club, every relationship that means anything is defined. Until he puts a property patch on you, you’re free game and any guy in the club can hit on you.”
I didn’t mind a little attention from the opposite sex. “I don’t see the problem.”
“Right now, we’re watching the result of someone disrespecting you. Wonder how he’ll react the first time someone tries to put the moves on you.”
The threat of Stocks getting all jealous probably shouldn’t turn me on, but it sure as hell did. My core temperature spiked until I was in danger of spontaneously combusting. “Again, I don’t see why that’d be a bad thing.”
“You’re not the only free agent. Women are welcome to hit him up, too, and something tells me you wouldn’t handle that so well.”
