“Here he is. Nice moves there, prospect. I was gonna join in, but you fuckers had all the fun without me.”
I crouched beside Glory, checking her over while she seemed to do the same to me. She looked unhurt, and grinned widely at me.
“You’d be so proud of me! I threatened to punch a guy in the dick!”
V was laughing, one hand over her mouth, but she was nodding vigorously.
“Ha, love that,” Stag said in response, and for some reason it made me bristle. She wasn’t saying it for his entertainment, she was saying it for mine.
She pressed a palm against my cheek, stroking my skin with her thumb.
“You enjoyed the fight, I can see it in you. I’ve never seen you like that. It’s like pure exhilaration.”
“It’s a good way to get out some aggression.”
“Well, there are better ways for that, brother,” Stag said with a wink at the girls, lifting out of the chair and yelling out something borderline obscene to another brother. Ugh. The guy was a bit of a dipshit at times.
“Wanna get out of here, babe?” Rocket was already dragging V out of her seat.
“Someone’s horny,” she said with a giggle, and he shrugged, unashamed of how fighting fired up his body. Hell, I felt a lot of what he was feeling too. It was a surge of endorphins that came from winning the fight, and Glory seemed to be feeling that thrill too.
“We were in the middle of a conversation,” I said idly to Rocket, but I was stroking Glory’s cheek now, and her eyes were fixed on mine in a way that sent even more fire to the parts of me that I didn’t want my brothers aware of.
“I’ll call you, and we can girl talk later,” he murmured, leading V outside with him.
“We should go too, right?” Was I leaning closer to Glory? I felt like I was.
“Prospect. A word.”
Oh fuck. I pressed my forehead against Glory’s. “I’ll be fast. Don’t come down from this feeling just yet. Enjoy it.” Did I just practically beg her to get horny for me? Jesus.
“Yeah, Pres?”
“You guys made a bit of a mess here,” he said, gesturing to the smashed bottles and glasses from our table, and the one next to it. Our brothers had picked up fallen chairs and stuff, but there was spilled drink too, and I could already feel what was coming here.
“Oh hell.”
“Yep. Get on it. I want this place shipshape.”
Cockblocking fucker. I took the broom he suddenly brandished at me, and he pointed to other cleaning supplies already resting by the wall. I wasn’t getting out of here anytime soon, was I?
“This’ll take ages, Pres.” Was I grumbling? Damn right, Glory was feeling things right now, maybe things that related to me, and letting that all fade away? That fucking hurt.
“You’d think you’d stop whining and just get on with it then.”
He slapped my back and started heading for the door, but he paused about halfway and glanced over his shoulder at me.
“Nice work today, prospect. I hear you were fully endorsing your colours, and that’s what I’m looking for.”
I watched him leave, two emotions warring inside of me, frustration at being stuck with the cleanup, alone by the way, and warmth filling me at the words of praise from my President. Prospect or not, I respected the hell out of him, and the colours. I’d take this for now, because it was part of the bigger picture, but now poor Glory was stuck here with me. She got up and joined me.
“They’re making you clean up… Prospect?”
I leaned on the broom, feeling morose and pouty.
“Yeah, this prospect thing really sucks.”
She grinned, heading over to grab the dustpan. “You’ve been through it before, and you did it. You’ll be fine. Now, let’s get this cleanup done, so we can get out of here.”
