“The fucking nerve of that guy!” Junior turned apparently to go back and tell the guy he was going to shoot him anyway.
“Leave it.” I yawned. “I don’t want him anyway.”
Junior’s chest heaved. “Nixon would murder you if you started sleeping around with the football team.”
I stopped walking. “I flirt with one guy, and suddenly I’m whoring myself out for the football team? Are you for real right now?”
Junior shrugged. “All I’m saying is—”
I punched him in the jaw before I could get my anger under control and felt at least two fingers crack, followed by the rapid swelling of my hand. I’d have to ice them later. Worth it.
He went down to the grass.
At least a hundred students saw.
Silence descended as I stepped over Junior with my stiletto heels and then called over my shoulder. “Got a little something, right here.”
He jumped to his feet and lunged for me—that’s the other thing; if you start a fight, you best be ready to continue it.
I kicked off my heels and moved to the grass while he peeled his shirt over his head and tossed his gun and knife to the ground.
I threw my bag to the grass, took out my hoop earrings and dropped them onto my bag, then slid up my leather skirt and grabbed both daggers that were strapped to my thigh and tossed them with his weapons and shrugged. “Gun’s in the purse.”
“We doing this?” His eyes lit up with amusement.
“Wait.” I took two steps toward him. “I need a little slit so I can do my roundhouse kick justice.”
“No problem.” He gripped my skirt with both hands and looked up at me with those teal eyes, grabbed his knife again and dug it a few inches into the leather, and then ripped all the way up to my thigh, “Ah, memories, memories.”
“Pretty sure you never ripped my skirt like that.”
“Only your panties.” He winked. “Which I feel the need to remind you—I have in my pocket, I’d be careful not to give everyone a free show—at least charge something, Serena…”
And just like that, I wanted to end him.
Sweaty bodies.
His tongue.
I gave my head a shake as he wet his bottom lip and then slowly stood until we were chest to chest. I wasn’t short, but he was massive compared to my five-foot-seven frame.
“First blood wins?” He cocked his head to the side, a smirk playing at his full lips.
Without answering, I kneed him in the balls. “Sure, first blood.”
He made a face and dropped to his knees. “You slut!”
I bowed. “What? You in too much pain?”
“One day,” He moved to his feet, teeth clenched. “I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”
“That day, dear Junior…” I did a little curtsy. “Isn’t today.”
He charged me, throwing me over his shoulder, and slamming me onto the ground.
I rolled out from under him, as he came down with an elbow, then jumped to my feet and kicked him in the stomach, he grabbed my foot and spun me out onto my back then straddled me with his body.
“Surrender.” He pinned my wrists to the grass.
I moved under him, and then realized he wasn’t packing—a gun at least, but something extremely hard was pressing into me.
I sucked in a sharp breath while he ground his hips into mine, then leaned down and tugged my right ear with his teeth. “Methinks you’re just sexually repressed. All you had to do was say something, and I could be of service…”
I jerked my head away from him. “I would rather die.”
“And you just might.” He chuckled darkly.
My body responded even though I didn’t want it to, I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering all the years of tedious training from my family and relaxed beneath his touch. “Junior?”
“Surrendering?”
My eyes snapped open as I bucked against him then managed to get a foot out from underneath him enough to wrap up.
He flipped me back around, but I was able to get on his back and get an arm underneath his chin, I pulled tight, my legs wrapped while I tried to cut off his oxygen.
“Let me guess, this turns you on too?” I bit his neck and vaguely realized that we were being watched by a ton of people.
I didn’t care.
I just wanted to win.
He started pulling at my arms, and then he stilled and flipped me over his front, slamming me back into the ground and knocking the wind out of me.
“I win.”
“You said first blood,” I pointed out, a bit breathless, and then I smiled, knowing he’d see the blood on my teeth.
“The hell?” He touched his neck where I’d bitten him.
I licked my lips and winked. “I win.”
He burst out laughing and held out his hand to me. “Fair’s fair.”
I jumped to my feet and started grabbing my stuff while he put his shirt back on and continued to shake his head.