Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

23. Hand-to-Hand Combat

CHAPTER 23: Hand-to-Hand Combat

I try to lift his hand off my eyes, he wasn't having it, "Jason. Please, put a shirt on." Aaron says to the man I couldn't stop looking at. Who wouldn't look at him, the male was seriously huge.

"I apologise, sir. I wanted to meet her. We all do." A deep voice says in front of me. I lift back the hand covering my eyes and still again, his abs were prominent against him.

"Wow." I breathe out.

Before I'm spun around, cognac eyes stare down, penetrating mine intensely, powerfully. I slowly grin, I don't even bother hiding it, I stand slowly, "You can spank me later." I whisper to him, before turning to the one he called 'Jason'. Hands are glued to my hips as I stare at him. He looks at me, not one speck emotion on his face. Before Tobias hands him a shirt and a glare, I catch Thirteen smirking behind Tobias, she looks over to me and points to Tobias, mouthing 'He's jealous too'. I let out a snort.

"Shirt. On." Aaron says, slowly.

Jason warily slides it on, I pout, "Damn." I mumble, I overheard Thirteen do the same.

Before Thirteen squeaks like a sharp mouse and she's thrown over Tobias' shoulder, as he struts away with her in his arms. I hold the urge to tell him not to accidentally or purposely get her pregnant, but by the way he was strutting and the blush in her cheeks as everyone side glances them moving away...I'd say I would get nowhere with that. Eight starts outright laughing next to a smirking Javier as they look at them. Arms slide around me. Sliding under mine and tightening until I am flush against his chest, my back absorbing his warmth easily. Candidate One reaches over and shakes Jason's hand, I tilt my head at him, at those smiling behind him, Aaron tenses behind me, only the second Jason gestures downstairs, "If you don't mind, we'd like to show you what we've got." Jason says, gesturing down stairs.

Aaron's breath slides down the back of my head, "You can go first." Aaron says to Jason.

I snigger, looking over my shoulder, "So, I get to see his beautiful behind while we-"

"Hold it, we'll go first." Aaron says, roughly. Gesturing to Jason, who blushes slightly.

My jaw drops while Aaron's pushing me down the stairs, Reynolds and Branson starts outright laughing at Aaron's hilarious antics, while I try to look past his arm, "He's blushing, that's so-"

"Keep talking and the promise of our wedding night being bumped a month earlier really will happen. Do you understand me?" Aaron says sternly above me, speaking in a quick manner.

"But-" He interrupts me.

"I don't care. No 'but's'. You want to look at someone's arse, Olive, I'm right here. You want to look at a man's abs, I have eight of them. You want to touch someone's fucking biceps, you have them right here. Where you can do whatever you want to them, understand? You want to stare at someone, again I'm happy to do whatever you want for the rest of our lives. Literally anything. Now, babe, turn around and start walking." He points forward.

I look at him, wide-eyed, "I should make you jealous more often, this talk is good. Really good. You know how...well, when I said I'd definitely be getting in the 'mood' soon. I think I'm in the mood now." I say to him.

He tilts his head in disbelief, "Yeah, I kind of fucking got that when your world paused at his abs."

"You gotta admit though, he is...wow." I say to him, he pushes me forward, hands on my hips as we move down the black mats, the lighting down here was better, but in terms of open windows, there were none, just really good air conditioning. The place was large enough to fit the fifty odd candidates inside.