Page 18 of Veiled

I unstrapped my arm band and took my earphones off and I observed the guys as they walked in and grabbed their own bottles. Their sweat covered t-shirts clung to their abs and fuck, if it didn’t make my mouth water. I bit my lip as I took my time taking in every detail. In my defense, I was never around boys much back in Colorado, not enough to really get a good look like this. Last night, we were in a dark pool, then me and Hunter, oh I felt every inch of him, but still, in a dark room. So, this was a treat. Scratch that, this was a 40 course meal. I don't even think they had those,ask me if I cared. I, unfortunately, tore my eyes away, once again catching the last bit of the conversation during my mental undressing sex party.

“...Yeah, a few of them confirmed. You know the house is going to be full. We just have to ward the staircase, so no one goes up stairs,” Hunter finished, as he looked pointedly at me.

“What are you looking at me for? Why would I go upstairs when all the hot guys will be down here?” Uh oh. Hunter stalked towards me, I backed up slowly my hands up and turned around to go to the sink and wash the sweat off my face. More flies and shit with honey or whatever. My honey can be backing down.

They sucked in a collective gasp when I turned around, and I turned back once I dried my face with a paper towel. “What? Do I have something on my back?”

“Your shorts are up your ass, Hudson. God, who the hell told you they were athletic wear?” Zane bit out.

“Oh.” I jiggled my butt and pulled them down and out of my ass, they groaned. “They are athletic shorts, well for other girls, I guess. But as you can clearly see, I don’t have the ass that would be classified as typical.” I shrugged. “My waist is too small to go a size up too. Anyways, I love my body, so leave me the hell alone. I’ll wear what I want.” I fixed my ponytail and went to grab another water so I could head to the gym. I seemed to be filled with restless energy the more I was around them and I needed to get it out.

“Well, I’m going to kick something. Is the gym downstairs?” When they nodded, I made my way in that direction. “Oh, by the way, since this is technically my house party too, I wanna control the music. God knows what you all listen to.” I found the door and started down the stairs. When I got there, I gaped. Now this was a home gym. A sparring area, a weapons area, punching bags with wraps and gloves on the side! I was so giddy, I started to clap as I ran to the punching bags. There were two side-by-side and I was totally ready to beat their asses. Just look at those fucking bags, looking at me, just hanging there, begging to get their asses handed to them.

“You can choose the music if we can choose what you wear,” said Ryder. I looked at him, raised one eyebrow, and looked away, not bothering to respond as I started to wrap my hands, forgoing the gloves, to feel the contact. I was okay with the lingering looks, their reactions to me, even the harmless flirting and amazing sex. However, let the court take note today, your honor, that they have me all the way fucked up if they think for one second that they will dictate what I wear. I didn’t leave one oppressive house to enter another. It was not going to happen, and I would gladly show them just how advanced I became in my studies if they tried.

I started to punch one bag in a one, two punch combination to get a feel for the bags. Feeling good, I blocked everything out and started to move my feet and switch between both bags. After years of being ignored, it felt good to be wanted, even if it was on a basic level. It was a bit empowering if I was perfectly honest, and I knew that self-confidence and self-worth came from the inside, and I had those things. However, it didn’t hurt to get a power-up every now and then.Sigh, I felt myself getting worked up and I roundhouse kicked the bag. Keeping my leg extended, while balancing on the ball of my other foot, I kicked the bag in three quick successions before pivoting back to face the bag.

Ryder

It didn’t escapemy notice that she never answered my request. I don’t know why I even thought that she would be okay with it. To be honest, I thought she would have turned around to give me a smartass response. When she walked away and started to expertly maneuver around the punching bags with perfect forms and well-timed hits, I figured I had my answer. I laughed, she was completely focused on her task as the boys and I walked behind her to the sparring portion of the gym.

This was usually our time to practice our maneuvers and come up with ideas for the students when we were in classes. Hunter taught self-defense and hand-to-hand combat and he was fucking good at it too. His students would always come out bruised and battered, but they always learned fast and excelled. Zane was the instructor for weaponry, and he bore the scars to prove it. He was committed to his students and oftentimes he would be down here practicing using different weapons at once, trying to hone his speed and efficiency. When we came down here together, like now, he would start sharpening his precious weapons and would occasionally pause to take turns in the sparring ring. Grayson was usually quiet and very calculating in general, so you would never guess that he taught magical theory and practice. His low tone would have his students on the edge of the seats, trying to hear what he was saying so they wouldn’t mess up when they had to put their knowledge to the test in the front of the class. I was the magical weapons instructor, meaning I had to teach students how to use their magic with their weapons at the same time. I enjoyed teaching. I didn’t think I would, but I admit most of the students were fucking clueless. They would come from Zane’s class and Grayson’s class to mine, and still have no idea how to isolate the skills and simply use them in tandem.

I had a feeling this year would be different with Hudson here. She was enrolled in the advanced version of the classes, taking classes with the students who were set to graduate at the end of the year. I looked over to where she was unwrapping her hands and taking a sip of her water, her perfect chest rising and falling with each breath she took, her muscular thighs flexing with every step she took closer to the sparring ring.

“I got next in the ring, after I whoop someone’s ass in weaponry. Who is my first victim?” she said confidently.

Interesting indeed.

Hudson

The guys smiledand chuckled while Zane laughed. Like an actual belly laugh. Oh, he truly had no fucking idea.

“You’re laughing, so I assume I’m teaching you a lesson first?” I smiled at him, as I approached the weapons wall.

“You seem quite confident, so I guess you really didn't check your schedule. I’m the weapons instructor on campus.” He shook his head and walked up to me. I tipped my head up to look at his stupid, loving me, ass face, keeping my smile firmly in place.

“I assume you have a point in telling me that. Although, for the life of me, I can’t quite figure out what that point is. So,” I point at the weapons, “choice of weapons?”

Grayson laughed and sat down on the floor, the other two followed suit. “I gotta see this shit.” Zane gave a cocky smirk and reached down for two short swords.

I rolled my eyes. “Guess you chose the short swords so your dick wouldn’t feel left out in size. Poor little guy,” I deadpanned as I picked up a similar short sword and a hand scythe, my favorite weapon. I always felt like a miniature grim reaper when I used the wickedly curved death tool.

As the boys laughed, Zane gave a self-assured smile. “Sweetheart, now, now, we mustn’t tell lies.” I laughed and covered it with a scowl. Harry Potter references will get me every time.

“Yeah, okay whatever, so let's make this fun. I win, you AND your merry band of cock rings stop cock blocking so I can actually get some tonight. It would be a shame to waste the outfit I’m going to be wearing tonight,” I said, looking pointedly at Ryder. The men growled. I really wasn’t thinking beyond them but fuck it, all is fair in love and vagina. Besides, they were acting like Neanderthals.

“No deal. You’re not getting some of anything,” he growled.

“Oh, Mr. Toot It and Boot It, I thought you were so confident?” I raised an eyebrow. “If so, then there is really no risk.”

“Not true, there is a high risk from me,” Hunter growled.

“And me,” Grayson threw in.

“Fuck it, definitely me.” Ryder laughed.

He ignored them. “True. So when I win, you have to talk to me about what I said last night, and hear my side of it, and listen to what I say,andbe in the same room as me,” he finished. I pouted; fuck, he found my loopholes.

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