Page 81 of Greased

“You are a fucking tease, Scarlett,” he groans as his hands grab the outside of my thighs and squeeze, making them clench tighter around his body.

“Focus,” I say, rubbing the hard planes of his stomach. I hear Nicky moan as he starts the bike, the grumble of the engine drowning out his sound.

He doesn’t give me any warning as we shoot off out of the parking lot. Nicky keeps one hand on my thigh the entire drive. Rubbing small circles on my lower thigh, each pass over seeming to edge higher and higher.

By the time we are pulling up to the clubhouse, I’m panting in desperate need of a release. I launch myself off the bike in an attempt to get away from him and the growing need inside of me. Nicky doesn’tlet me get far as he grabs my wrist before pulling me right back into his body.

“Be a good girl for me today and I’ll give you that release you are so desperate for.”

I can’t help the moan that escapes me. The submissive side of me is already nodding, knowing she will do absolutely anything to get the release she needs.

Nicky’s smile is triumphant as he looks down at me.

“Come on, I don’t want to see any of these old fuckers looking at you the way you are right now.”

That seems to be just the thing I need to get some of myself under control as I slowly start to calm my breathing.

We enter the same training room as Monday. The room is clear apart from two pairs of soldiers currently in the midst of sparring. I watch their technique closely. The placement of their hands, their feet and when those movements change. My eyes stay locked on one of the guys in particular. He isn’t much bigger than me but it's obvious that even up against his opponent, who is at least a foot taller than him and a good fifty kilos heavier, he is still the one with the upper hand.

“When it comes to combat, it doesn’t matter who is bigger than who. Obviously size does have a lot of benefits, but if you don’t haveskill, you aren’t worth anything,” Nicky says, jolting me out of my trance as he comes up beside me.

“Take Blake as an example. The guy isn’t big and he knows that. He’s one of our best soldiers. Every single recruit in his year doubted him. He was teased for it relentlessly. But he trained day in and day out. Now, he is one of the Thunderbirds’ best. Almost every single mission, you can bet he is in on it in some form.”

I nod, impressed as I watch as he finally takes down his opponent. He lifts his head as he notices us standing on the sidelines watching him.

“Scarlett, Nicky,” he smiles as he looks at me before Nicky. His voice is southern, I raise my eyebrows not expecting it. Blake sounds like he’s straight off the farm. Looks are certainly deceiving.

I return the nod.

“Blake,” Nicky says with a nod. “Scarlett and I are going to be in here training this afternoon. Don’t worry about locking up when you leave.”

“No problem,” he says as he gives his sparring partner a hand up. He gives us a nod in greeting as well.

“Scarlett, it's nice to meet you. My name's Grover.” I smile at his outreached hand as I step forward and shake it.

I step back from him, and he gives me one last smile before turning to Nicky who he nods to. It doesn’t pass my notice at just how respectful he was to me. Majority of the people I met with Rhodes at Pinks’ were respectful, but it was obvious they had doubts. I clocked it up to just being because they were surprised but now it makes me think that it might have to do with a being female thing.

Nicky eventually pulls me away from Blake and Grover who return to sparring. He brings me to an area of the training room away from everyone else.

Nicky grabs tape and starts wrapping my hands. He’s gentle as he wraps them and my heart clenches at the treatment.

“While I go and grab the pads, I want you to stretch for a bit.”

I nod and start stretching as I wait for him to come back.

I stretch out the top half of my body quickly. Starting with my lower half, I stand with my legs spread and keeping my back straight, I bend down and touch my toes.

A wolf whistle sounds behind me and I snap up, bristling instantly. I turn around prepared to give whoever it is a dressing down but come up short when I see Nicky giving me an appreciative look.

“Damn, baby girl. You make stretching look way too appealing.”

A blush heats my face at the words as I feel the burn of his eyes work down my body. In an attempt to keep a cool façade which, I know I entirely bomb, I roll my eyes before turning my back on him and continue stretching. Now he’s back in my vicinity, I’m way too distracted to make the stretching I need to do worth my while.

I shake out my limbs as I watch Nicky finish setting up. Eventually he turns around to me with a smile.

“We are going to start with light warm ups. There’s no point going straight into a sparring session if you don’t know your basics. That kind of bullshit will just set you up for failure.”

I grimace knowing he’s right.

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