Fight Code

FC 11

Hot light kisses like butterfly wings, touched up and down over my body. Stifling a moan, I tried to fight the growing feeling in my lower region.
    In the back of my mind I knew, that they were just messing with me. Once they got what they wanted, I was going to be tossed like a rag doll. Feeling the urge to make myself less available to them, I stepped out of their hold. Grabbing my tank pulling it over my head, their big eyes watching as I slipped my legs in. Fixing my hair giving them a smile, before walking away.

    Pulling out a few items along with pans, the twins emerged looking annoyed. Chuckling as my hair sways back and forth, I start making dinner. Taking up two of the three seats at my kitchen table, I can hear them huffing and rolling their fingers.   
    “Stop pouting” As I drop the pasta into the boiling water. Popping the top off the meat sauce, I made a few nights ago.

    “You walked away” Van growled, still rolling his fingers over my table.   
    “Oh please, don’t tell me your manhood is hurt” Pulling out a frying pan, for the steak.
    “It wouldn’t be if you stopped leaving us hanging” Owen huffs, as my chair rocks on its back legs.
    “Here have a beer” Grabbing two out of the fridge, placing them on the table. Frowning they pop the tops, taking a sip.

Stirring the pasta so it wouldn’t stick to its self, I make sure the steak it cooked all the way threw. A few more minutes and I toss everything together.
    “Table or couch?” Razing my brow to them.
    “Depends can we take you on the table or the couch?” Wiggling his brow Van smirks.
    “Neither, couch it is” Pulling down three bowls. Filling the bowls with all three items, I hand them each one along with a fork. Clicking on the tv the fight is on, and I wiggle into the middle of my couch. Stirring my food around before taking a bite, groaning they sit down.

“Stop whining, eat. Watch fighting maybe you’ll learn something” Giggling as they are less pleased with my last comment.
    “We don’t need to watch tv to learn how to fight” Owen gritting his teeth as he takes his first bite. Smiling to myself when he eyes the food, only to take another bite. It’s the same from Van as he’s to busy eating to bother giving me lip. Watching the game I realize I didn’t get myself a drink, putting my bowl down I step over Owens legs, as he watches me. Wiggling my hips as I lean down to decide what I want I hear someone groan.

Looking over the door, I see two pairs of eyes glaring at me. Snickering I pop my head back in, grabbing for a wine cooler. Serves them right, I’m their coach not their bad call girl. I need their respect before, I ever let them get any. As if they’d care to get me or not, but still my father would kill me if he found out I was having a sexual relationship with a client. He’d give me his sour face, while telling my brothers, who would go off the deep end threatening to kill the two. While another brother would talk about ripping balls and screwing them to wall of the junk yard walls.

    As much as I would like to be that frugal woman, who gets to have her cake and eat it to. I just can’t seem to toss the thought that I would be just another notch on their belt loop. I’d like to think I’m worth more then that, and because of thoughts such as those I keep my dying legs closed. And they are dying, the last time I was laid was like……yup can’t remember.

How sad are we…..

Popping the top off my drink, I feel frustrated now as I take my seat up. Swigging the drink a little to fast, the cold numbing feeling shooting like arrows to my veins. Gasping for air as I realize I downed the whole thing. Folding my legs over the coffee table, I finish off my dinner. Noticing the guys have already finished.

    “If your still hungry there’s more” Nodding to the stove.
    “We’d rather have dessert” Both staring at me like I’m a cookie.
    “I’m not for tasting” Taking another bite of pasta.
    “What about for the eyes?” Owen asks. His playful smirk making me want to laugh.
    “Nope” Sucking on the folk. The tv starts talking about a famous fighter and I turn up the tv. Biting my lips when I see Eddie Alvarez, my eyes scan all over his body as his fighting style is something else.
    “Umm umm” I hum, leaning forward. A huff from both sides, has me grinning.

Jealous much….

I decide its time for them to feel just how evil I can be. Playing with my hair, I stifle a moan when he lets a punch fly. Getting over excited when he’s sending kick after powerful kick.
    “What I wouldn’t give to tattoo that”  Licking my lips. Its just enough as the low growling and the folding of arms to chest, cause them to finally speak.
    “You can’t be interested in that” Owen snaps, first followed by is more causes brother.
    “He’s nothing”