“You really did a number on him,” I snicker.
“When you want something, you have to work hard. I want all my fighters to work hard.”
“You’re a perfectionist,” I say.
“I wouldn’t say I’m a perfectionist. But I want them to work for it. And I do look out for them as if they are my own,” he nods.
“I get that vibe from you,” I agree.
“Yeah, what other vibes do you get?” he teases, making me squirm.
I don’t say anything, I just stare at the floor like a dummy, not wanting him to see my face.
He chuckles as he grabs my hand leading me to the pool house.
“I don’t have any womens bathing suits, but you can wear one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts,” he says. Good to know that he’s not like guys you see on TV that have all different sizes of swimsuits for women.
He hands me some clothing, “Thanks.”
“You can change in there.” He points to a bathroom.
I change into the shirt and shorts which are huge on me, leaving my clothes on the counter. His shirt smells like him, woodsy, earthy.
I like it.
I step out of the bathroom and freeze. He’s shirtless again and I can’t help but stare. He’s good looking. I’d like to lick those abs.
Okay, I’ll stop now.
I try to look away, but he catches me staring.
“You know if you stare long enough your eyes will freeze that way,” he smirks.
“Who said I was staring?” I try but my cheeks give it away. I know I’m bright red.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. I know I look good,” he gestures to himself.
Cocky.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself so you can sleep at night,” I roll my eyes and giggle.
I just giggled like a school-girl. I’m so lame.
He laughs at that. I find that I love it, it’s deep and melodic. Soothing almost.
Kingston
She looks good in my shirt and boxers. I can see the outline of her breasts as my shirt is white. She is beautiful.
I lick my lips and meet her eyes. I know she was staring at me. I know that because I was staring at her.
When she giggles, it’s cute. Her laugh is angelic. I love her sass. I don’t know much about her, but I want to know everything.
I’ve watched her all day, even when in the cage with Thorn. I’ve seen how she freezes when someone walks by. I know she wrinkles her nose when she’s irritated, which is adorable. But I see how protective she is of her brother.
I want to know what happened to her and Thorn. Why does she put walls up? I am known as being a playboy in the past, but Briar is different. I have this need to protect her, to love her.
I lead her to the hot tub and turn on the bubbles as she slides in.