“Fuck!”
“Aw Tone, did you just get your butt kicked by that sweet little lady there?” His mate asked, roaring with laughter as the guy staggered and grabbed his face.
“Bit my fucking tongue,” he gritted out, but then he nodded at Glory. “Nice moves, love. Remember those, because that fucking hurt.”
“Annnnd…scene. We’re done for today, ladies. I hope you picked up some useful tips. Feel free to make your men take a few hits while you practice, and we can do this again next week.”
The big guys all looked at each other and grumbled, but I actually appreciated them stepping up and letting women tackle them in the name of learning to stay safe. It sucked ass that women had to do so much just to be safe walking down a fucking street, but until people taught their sons to not be predatory fuckers, it probably wouldn’t change.
“I did it!” Glory flew into my arms, barely missing the old ladies as they scattered like skittles.
“You did it!” I confirmed, swinging her around in my arms. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Glory. You rattled his cage, I mean, he’s bleeding.” She gasped, sliding from my arms to follow my gaze, and just like I said, the guy was wiping blood from his lips. He grinned when he saw her watching, offering a mock salute as he left the room.
“They’re not so scary now,” Glory said as she wrapped her arms around me again. She was right. It wasn’t that they were any less deadly, but at least I’d seen proof that they weren’t just thugs and criminals. Bad guys didn’t offer themselves up to help women learn to defend themselves. Bad guys didn’t risk getting punched in the crotch, or having a tooth broken. Bad guys didn’t cheer them on for succeeding. I still wasn’t sold on their bosses, but I was starting to like some of these guys.
Glory didn’t have anightmare that night, and while I was pretty sure it didn’t mean they were gone for good, it was nice to sleep through to the next morning, wrapped in each other’s arms in our little man cave bedroom.
“Hey,” she murmured, lifting her head to see my eyes wide open, “been awake long?”
“Need to pee,” I told her, wondering why the fuck I even voiced that thought to her. That’s sexy, right? I need to pee.
Glory giggled, booping my nose adorably.
“Maybe it’s time we try sleeping upstairs again. The bathroom’s way too far away.”
I shrugged. “I could just stick a bucket in the corner for emergencies.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, and fuck me, don’t get me horny when I need to pee. I don’t want to be pissing on the damn ceiling.
“I am not urinating in a bucket, Henley!”
Fair. “Okay, but let’s have this extremely sexy conversation upstairs, yeah? I can use the main bathroom if you want the one in our room.”
We slid out of bed, and made our way up the stairs.
“That is our room,” Glory said as she stepped through the door with me, “not downstairs. I’m done letting him win. We’ll sleep in the bed we’re supposed to be sleeping in from now on.”
“Yes, mistress,” I joked, dodging her as she tried to flick me, taking a route past the coffee machine, to set it grinding.
“I want to spend more time with the club too,” she said as we headed up the stairs.
“Good, because we’re getting together at Grimm’s again tonight. I mean, Stag has his community service again tonight, but that’ll teach him to be a creep, right?”
She shuddered, and I wasn’t surprised because she really hadn’t taken to him. I was finding him difficult, but not necessarily bad. I think he just had no idea how to interact with women. How the hell he ever got laid, when he got slapped more often than he hit it off, I’ll never know.
“I’ll come and join you in the shower, babe. Get that sexy ass naked for me.”
I slapped her ass as I passed her on my way to the bathroom, although, from her sharp glare in response, I had a feeling I’d pay for that later.
Glory
Slap my ass, willhe? Cheeky bastard. I waited until we were both naked in the shower, and he turned to grab the bottle of shampoo, and that’s when I returned the favour. With an adorable squeak, he spun on his heel, dropped the shampoo, which crashed into the shower cubicle with a thud, and he barely caught his balance as his other foot slipped.
“The fuck?!”
He took one look at my smug smile and nodded, resigned to his fate.
“I know. I earned it. No more slapping your ass. For the record though, it hurts way worse when it’s wet, trust me.”