Page 31 of The Enforcers: KANE

The surviving teams faced off against each other, and Kane realized he was enjoying himself. Only because of being close to Rachelle, of course. Not the stupid game.

Finally, it came down to him and Rachelle against Rafe and Terin. Rafe was still crowing about his overinflated dick, and Rachelle was waving that stupid pickle and making innuendos about Rafe’s manhood. Half the pack was gathered around, placing bets.

“Fear the mighty gherkin!” she shouted again, brandishing it in the air. Everyone behind them yelled “Fear the gherkin!”

Rafe’s side responded with a chant of “Dick! Dick! Dick!”

This was ridiculous. But Kane couldn’t keep a grin from spreading across his face. He surged through the water, holding tight to Rachelle’s legs, trying not to get distracted.

They clashed together, Rachelle and Terin bopping at each other with their inflated weapons. Rafe was still jeering and talking trash, but Kane let Rachelle do the trash-talking for both of them.

Suddenly, Kane slipped on a buried rock and almost went down, and Rachelle had to grab his head to keep from falling off. Rafe took that opportunity to attack, and Rachelle was pummeled with the dick, shrieking. Kane backed up a step to give her room.

Rachelle reared back and took a mighty swing, trying to do her disarming move. Terin held onto the dick with all her strength. Its valve opened with a pop, and air hissed out.

“Nooo!” Rafe yelled. “Time out! Time out! Erectile dysfunction!”

Kane started to laugh. Rafe froze, staring at him.

“Now!” Rachelle yelled, pounding on his head. He surged forward and Rachelle hit the hapless Terin with a flurry of blows. The dick was quickly deflating, growing limp, and Terin was laughing too hard to put up a defense. Finally, she lost her balance and fell into the water.

Kane roared with victory and raised his fists in the air. Rachelle brandished the pickle. “Victory for the gherkin! Bow down to the gherkin!”

Terin stood up, wringing out her hair and spitting water. Rafe was standing next to her, clutching his limp inflatable.

Rachelle slid off Kane’s back into the water and grabbed his hand. Emma splashed out to meet them and raised their clasped hands over their heads like a referee in a prize fight.

“And the winnahs, by dick deflation! Kaaaaane annnnnd Raaaaacheeeeellllle!”

The pack cheered, and Rachelle waved her pickle. She looked at Kane, and he grinned at her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“See?” she said, looking up at him. “Wasn’t that fun?”

He brushed a strand of hair back out of her face. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. He wanted to kiss her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it in front of everyone.

Instead, he slung his arm around her shoulders and they trudged back out of the water, passing Rafe and Terin, Rafe still clutching his deflated dick. Kane slapped Rafe on the back. “Happens to every guy, dude. Doesn’t mean you’re not a man.”

Behind him, Jesse snorted with laughter, and Rafe glared at him.

Terin wrapped her arms around Rafe. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said wickedly. “We can just snuggle.”

“That’s mean,” Rafe muttered. “I can’t believe you’re tormenting me when my manhood has just been decimated.”

Terin whispered something in his ear.

Rafe immediately perked up. “Really?” he asked. “You will? How many times?”

Terin just winked at him and headed for shore.

Kane looked down and saw Rachelle watching them, a wistful look on her face. He pulled her a little more tightly against him, and she slid her arm around his waist and smiled up at him.

He felt his heart melt a tiny bit.

Chapter 10

Kane had never spent this much time around the pack without wanting to bleed somebody. It was a strange sensation.

He’d figured on bailing with Rachelle as soon as the fights were over and they were dried off. But Rachelle had looked up at him with those huge dark eyes and asked if they could stay for the barbecue, and he couldn’t say no.