Jonathan nudged me with his elbow. “He’ll keep Ricardo on his toes.”
“Good thing.” I nodded. “You going in?”
“Sure.”
Ricardo suddenly raised his hips. Sean’s neck was trapped between his legs.
Sean tapped out—three quick bangs of his palm.
Ricardo released him and with a gymnastic-style spring, landed on his feet.
I could tell by his grin he was pleased with himself. It was like watching a who-has-the-biggest-dick contest and he’d just won it.
“Good move,” Sean said. His expression didn’t match his words. Like Balko, he didn’t like losing.
“Come on.” Ricardo nodded at Jonathan. “Or are you scared?”
“Feel like losing, do you?” Jonathan climbed into the ring. “Want to start your day off badly?”
Ricardo grinned and side stepped left then right. He wasn’t as heavily built as Jonathan and I’d watched them enough times, sparring and jujutsu, to know that gave him advantages and disadvantages when it came to training with his best friend.
Jonathan lunged for him, a typical knife attack simulation.
Ricardo hopped to the right, batting Jonathan away, and slipped behind him.
Jonathan spun, shoulders tense, eye on his target.
Another lunge.
This time Ricardo wrapped himself around Jonathan and they both hurtled downwards.
Again it shuddered.
As they battled for supremacy, neither quite managing to maintain a hold, I spotted several other officers pausing their training to watch.
A swell of pride went through me—these two examples of physical perfection, skill and honour were mine, all mine.
Not that anyone knew that, except for us three, of course.
It would be seriously frowned upon. We’d have to fill in relationship disclosure forms. And how would I explain that I had two boyfriends and they were both perfectly happy with the situation? They both gave me different things, but no less important things, and I loved them equally.
And right now the two men I loved were behaving like a couple of Neanderthals. Their skin was slick with sweat, they were grunting and grimacing, arms and legs working fast and hard, muscles bulging.
It would be fun to be between them right now.
Heat spread up my neck to my cheeks and a fizz of interest tugged at my belly and between my legs. It had been too long since we’d had a threesome. I should suggest it for our next day off.
As my mind wandered along decidedly unprofessional avenues, Jonathan managed to get the better of Ricardo. It was luck more than anything that he caught Ricardo’s head in a lock by the corner of the ring that meant Ricardo had no room for leverage to get out of it.
Ricardo banged out.
Jonathan stood then held out his hand. “You need to practice more, buddy.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Ricardo ignored his help and jumped up. He rubbed his mandibular joint and shifted his jaw from side to side.
“My turn,” I said, toeing off my shoes then slipping through the ropes. “Balko, in you get.”
“What?” His mouth dropped open.