I saw her and Kristine walking near us on their way to the cafeteria. Sophie was practically drooling at the sight of Nathan’s muscles gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. They walked closer, and she reached out to touch his back with her grubby hand.
I completely lost it.
He…
was…
mine!
I executed a backflip out of Nathan’s arms, and he released me in surprise. I quickly stood up, catching the bitch’s hand before it could make contact.
“Damn, bestie!” Chloe yelled. “That’s some next-level shit right there!”
I grinned but didn’t look away from Sophie. She tried to jerk her wrist out of my grip, but I didn’t let go.
“Why don’t we head back to the arena? Seems like you need a lesson in not touching things that don’t belong to you.”
Sophie blanched, “I’m not going to fight you just because you’re a jealous cow.”
I smiled evilly, “Are you sure that’s the reason? Or is it because you’re all mouth and no substance?”
Zane started bouncing up and down, holding up his hand. “I know the answer to that one! Call on me, teach!” Chloe and Zeke started laughing.
“Come, Nexi mine, she’s not worth it. As much as I would enjoy watching you kick her ass, I’d rather get something to eat. You can always beat her ‘fat ass’ later.” Nathan grabbed my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.
I squeezed her wrist for a few moments more and then released her. “You better watch yourself. I’m at my limit with y’all’s bullshit.”
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t say anything. Maybe she was smarter than her friend Kristine.
Nathan weaved his fingers through mine. “Damn, Nexi, just when I think it would be impossible for you to get any sexier, you do shit like this. Now I’m going to be in pain all day.”
“You and me both.” Zane licked his lips and adjusted his pants.
“You and me, three.” Chloe licked her lips and adjusted her pants, mocking Zane.
Zane narrowed his eyes on Chloe as we roared in laughter.
“I worry about you, Chloe. I really do.” Zane curled his lip in disgust.
That made us laugh harder as we entered the cafeteria and found a table near the back.
“I’ll get your food. Any special requests?” Zeke asked.
“I’d like some pancakes with extra syrup and keep them coming.” Nathan shrugged his shirt back on. “I worked up an appetite getting my ass kicked.”
“Then I suggest you take that ‘kicked ass’ up to the buffet and get them.” Zeke rumbled, then winked at me and headed for the line.
Nathan pouted, “Well, Zane, it looks like you and I have to get our own food.”
“Let’s get to it. I want pancakes, too, and I see Oliver heading that way. You know he’ll eat every single one of them.”
Zane jumped to his feet with Nathan right behind him.
“Who’s Oliver?” I eyed the massive guy. He was almost as big as Jet, and that was saying something.
“He was on track to play starting center for the Bengals right before his Aurathion ancestry was determined.” She leaned over to get a look at his ass.
“That’s bad luck.” I shook my head in sympathy.
