But as quickly as she wins my respect, she wins my concern as well. Dumb little cunt jumps beneath a squat bar that’s still heavy with some other asshole’s weights. I can take one look at her slender model thighs and tell that there’s no way in hell she’s going to be able to lift that—especially not with that form.
But oh, she sure fucking tries.
I see Eric come to the base of the stairs clad in sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. He spots the danger just as quickly as I do. We don’t even need words to form a battle plan—we just jump into action.
“Oh…shit,” the blonde whimpers, a half-second away from crumpling beneath the weight.
Just as the hot little blonde begins to slump, I catch one side of the bar and Eric catches the other. We ease it back up onto the rack while the blonde’s knees threaten to give out.
“Silly bitch,” I chuckle to myself.
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
I raise my eyes to meet her baby blues.
“I called you a silly bitch, sweetheart,” I level with her. “You damn near just hurt yourself—you’re lucky that all that’s bruised is your ego.”
“My ego is not bruised,” she says. She puts her hands on her hips like she’s Wonder Woman or some shit, which only make me laugh again.
And oh, boy. She doesn’t like it when I laugh at her.
“Happens to the best of us, honey,” Eric says, picking up where I left off. “Unfortunately, you don’t get any stronger just carrying around that chip on your shoulder. No shame in biting off more than you can chew.”
It’s then that it clicks for her. I’ve seen the same thing happen a million fucking times, and I never get tired of it.
It’s the moment when a woman shifts from angry to horny. Whatever bitchy attitude she’s fronting suddenly becomes overwhelmed by some little ping from her inner cavewoman as she realizes she’s in the presence of two hot, sweaty men that would make for prime mating material.
I watch her gaze shift down our bodies, until she’s blatantly focusing on our dicks.
When she meets our eyes again, there’s a little fire in her stare that tells me she did it de
liberately, too. She let us watch her look.
Fuck, man. Now that’s my kind of woman—this girl is as hot as they come.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she says with a saucy little smirk.
At that point, she tries to leave. Tries to pass between us and walk away with not even a thank you—as if we didn’t just fucking save her life.
But nah—fuck that.
Eric and I close ranks, standing shoulder to shoulder before she can pass.
“I think a thank you is in order. Don’t you, Chase?”
I smirk over at Eric, shifting my shoulders back like the cocky asshole I am.
“I don’t know, Eric. I think we might need two thank yous, actually.”
The blonde’s eyes narrow. “Or, you handsome gentlemen could kindly get the fuck out of my way before you wind up hurt.”
Christ. I know she’s trying to be all bad-ass and shit, but that’s just fucking amusing. Even Eric’s lips are twitching while he fights back his desire to laugh.
I’m not so fucking composed. This little tart? Hurting us?
Oh god, that fucking slays me.
Plus, she called us handsome.