Fiasca's head is buried in the mattress, but I hear her say, “Liquid hips.”
I snort. She's not wrong.
Frost slaps her ass, making her jerk underneath him. “Come for me, Killer.”
“Frost, God...” Fiasca can’t move, but I see her hips trying to frantically move with him. He strokes in deep, and she comes apart. “Frost—God, those fucking hips!”
He comes with her on a roar.
We all just breathe for a few minutes, coming down from the sex high. Fiasca is still planted in the same spot.
Frost utters, "Killer, I love you.”
“I love you too, Frosty. Can you let me up now?” Her muffled voice sounds from the mattress.
“Shit, sorry.”
Frost moves off her, giving her the opportunity to sit up. She grimaces as the proof of our little three-way runs out of her. I grab a shirt off my floor, handing it to her.
“Thanks.” She wipes between her legs, then gets up. “I need a shower, and an Advil, or something.”
Frost chuckles, and I just laugh again.
I smack her ass. “Go on, then.”
Chapter 8
Hunter
Jaxand I are busy at the shooting range. He's training me to be a steadier shot.
“Good job, Harris,” Jax praises, standing behind me.
I pull the target closer, seeing I managed to hit the bullseye twice. The other shots came close to the mark, as well.
I smile, proud of myself. I know better than to gloat, though.
“That gun is a good one for you. How's the weight, and recoil?” Jax asks.
It's a Sig Sauer P365, a popular model. It's very nice. Smooth and sleek in my hand, easy for me to cock it and load it.
“It’s a good weight. Solid recoil. It's a strong weapon,” I answer.
“Excellent. That's yours, then. I'll give you a couple of holsters for it, and plenty of ammo. Always keep it on you, especially right now. Even in here.”
“I will, thank you.” I’m thrilled he is giving me this gun. I really like it.
“So, what’s next?” I ask, not knowing what he has in store for my training except the intense shooting brush-up.
“Getting you stronger with hand-to-hand combat. Fighting is crucial, as I’m sure you’re already aware,” Jax explains, busying himself with cleaning up after us. “But that will wait until you get an all-clear from the doctor. I won’t risk your healing process.”
Great. Not my favorite by a long shot, but he’s got a good point. I have good skills from the Marines but need to expand on what I already know.
We walk out of the shooting range; with me deep in thought.
I hear giggling and a hushed voice coming in our direction. My sister comes around the corner, but she’s by herself. Who the hell is she talking to?
“Cynthia? Sis? Everything okay?”
