Page 62 of Fight For Her
“As much as I’m sad for me, I know this is something you’ve wanted for a long time so I can’t wait to see how it goes.” Mia hugged me again as Avery joined the group hand in hand with Bethany and all smiles. We waved and greeted them.
“Where’s your bag?” Shawn asked while tapping his foot. Knowing Shawn, he was very much ready to get back home to Remy and his woodshop.
“I’m going to spend a few more days here.” Avery’s grin lit up her face, and I watched the subtle shift in her body language as she moved in closer to Bethany. “Beth wants to show me around the island now that the storm has passed.”
“You two are so sweet,” Mia cooed. Avery blushed from her neck up to her forehead.
“I’m happy for you, girl,” I said. A few days ago I probably would have excused myself to go wait outside at the first adorable sign of them holding hands. But now, looking at Coby leaning against the wall, one hand in his pocket, and one rubbing protective circles across my low back, I couldn’t feel anything other than joy for them.We said our goodbyes to Mike and Jill who were also staying a few more days to enjoy the island.
“Bethany, I hope you can come visit Palm Cove soon,” I said before realizing that even if she did, I wouldn’t be there. No one noticed my mistake. They all chimed in that she’d have to try a level one class at the gym and that Mia had to bring her to Taco Bout It for burritos. It looked like my little family would keep growing after I was gone.
I forced a smile and squeezed Coby’s hand. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’ll get our stuff.”
Chapter 33
Kendahl
“Youthinkyoucantake me down? Think again.” I pounded the target pad with a low punch, then planted my foot along the bottom edge in a powerful stomp kick. Sweat beaded along my brow line, but I wiped it away and continued my advance.We’d been back home for a few days and Coby couldn’t wait to get back to the gym.
Electronica pumped through the speakers of Krav Maga on Main spurring on my adrenaline. I loved it when we got to do these types of drills in class where we stacked different combative moves together. I looked at Coby who was my partner for the night since Olivia was stuck working late. He had the most infuriating grin on his face, which only made me punch harder.
“What’s with the grin?” I scowled and stepped back as I wiped my brow.
“You remind me of a caffeinated squirrel.” His grin widened and that jerk started to laugh at me, letting the pad slip as I reared back and punched. Lucky for him, I could aim. But I had considered going a bit lower for the money shot.
“A caffeinated squirrel? That’s oddly specific.”
Punch, kick.
“I saw one in a movie once. It’s the way you’re moving.” He chuckled. “It’s adorable.”
Punch.
“Adorable?” I scowled again. “I’m supposed to be menacing.” I sidestepped around him, trying to catch him off guard. “If I’m a squirrel, then you look like a donkey.”
He leaned forward, trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “Seriously? How so?”
Crap. I didn’t know why I said donkey. I had to think fast.
“Because when you kick you look like a donkey. Or a mule, maybe. Or a Clydesdale.” I had stopped pacing, too deep in thought, which gave Coby the advantage. Before I knew what was happening, he had me slung over his shoulder.
“That’s not very nice, babe. At least a squirrel is cute. But a mule? My feelings are hurt.”
I smacked at his firm ass even though I knew he’d laugh and punish me later. By punish, I meant he’d make me come multiple times until my voice was hoarse from screaming his name. So really a reward.
He slung me down onto the padded mats pinning me to the ground in a straddle position. Pairs of my fellow level one students continued to work on the other side of the room with our instructor Mark watching from the corner. I gave Coby a playful push on his shoulder.
“Everyone is going to see us. Let me up,” I said.
His dimples popped out as he grinned down at me. “Let them look. I’m showing my partner proper rolling technique. That’s all. Now, apologize for calling me a mule.” His eyes blazed, waiting on my response.
I decided to use another tactic and hooked my leg around his. I gave my sweetest wide-eyed expression. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re not a mule. My baby is one hundred percent stallion.”
His brows raised, and he lowered his head to my ear. “That’s right. And since I’m a stallion, then that means you’re going to have to ride me later.”
I bit my lip and moaned low in the way that drove him wild.
