Once the last of the fighters were gone, Reece ordered Dutton to lock the door behind them. Then he carried Fairchild toward the center of the room. Toward the octagon.
“Nash,” Reece called. “Grab some wraps.”
“Yes sir!”
The younger Merc broke off from the group and jogged over to the lockers against one wall. Meanwhile, Reece climbed the steps leading up to the octagon. Once again, he used Fairchild’s butt to push open the hinged gate. Her body was already so hypersensitive with arousal, that sudden rough contact startled a gasp from her lips.
Once they were in the center of the ring, Reece finally lifted her off his shoulder and set her back down on her own two feet. Dutton stood beside him, arms folded, eyes blazing. A moment later, Nash came running into the ring as well, looking about as eager as a dog who had caught the scent of fresh meat.
“You got the wraps?” Reece said, not taking his eyes off Fairchild.
“Here, boss.”
Nash handed over a pair of black boxing wraps. The kind fighters would wear beneath their gloves. Reece took them and pulled them out straight.
“What’re those for?” Fairchild asked. Her heart was drumming away inside her. Her chest felt tight with anticipation.
“What do you think?” Reece said darkly. “We’re going to tie you up against the side of the cage and take turns ravaging your tight little pussy until you beg us to stop.”
Fairchild smirked.
“That’s going to take a lot of ravaging,” she said.
“We’ve got a lot of time. Now take off those fucking clothes like a good girl.”
His voice was so intense, so masculine, that it took every ounce of willpower in Fairchild’s body to disobey him.
“No.”
Reece just looked at her. He didn’t seem overly surprised by the response.
“Excuse me?” he said. “Are you disobeying a direct order from your commanding officer?”
“We’re not Mercs anymore,” Fairchild replied. “Remember? And besides, I’m not really in a good-girl mood. If you want my body, you’re gonna have to come and take it…”
She shifted into a fighting stance.
Reece looked left and right at the men standing on either side of him. Then he tossed the wraps into the corner of the cage and smiled.
“Fine,” he said. “If that’s how you want it…”
He stripped off his combat vest and hood, leaving his upper body bare. Dutton and Nash did the same. The touch of fat they’d put on during their voyage to Calyxia was gone now, burned away by all the non-stop exercise during the return trip. Their bodies were chiseled and hard, the bodies of purebred killers.
And Fairchild was about to face them three on one.
She liked those odds.
“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” she said. “This isn’t some stage fight. I want the real thing.”
Reece nodded.
“No body-shots against the woman,” he said to his companions. “Everything else is fair game. Get her down, and get her clothes off. I’m gonna teach her pussy a lesson. Ahardone.”
Fairchild smiled. She appreciated the no-body-shots comment, though it really didn’t matter. For one thing, the muscles of her abdomen were like a wall of iron under her skin. For another, thefetus growing inside her had Merc-on-Merc genes. It would take a hell of a lot more than a bit of hard sparring to endanger it.
The three men spread out and surrounded her, their movements cautious but unafraid. They circled her like planets orbiting a star, and Fairchild turned with them, not wanting to let any of them out of her sight for too long.
It was Nash who came for her first.
