And I mean it.Chapter 35ChloeWhat comes next is three edge-of-our-seats, action-packed days where fifteen teams battle in a fierce competition. There is a surfing event, a hang-gliding portion, bike riding, running, and rowing. I thought my men were drop dead gorgeous, but with their bare chests and ripped arms pushing oars through the ocean waves. Oh Lordy, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
And there is no time to think about fooling around. By the time the guys end each day, they are exhausted. Sports masseuses were at the ready in the house, and when their muscles aren’t getting worked over, they are sleeping. Watching them is a thrill, and it’s nerve-wracking and terrifying all wrapped up into one.
And if I was nervous about people judging me, I don’t have room to worry anymore. After each guy’s event, they need me for physical and emotional support. I want to be there for them, and not just in mind and spirit. In body, too.
So I let go of my reservations.
It is my hand they wanted to hold, my mouth they needed to kiss, I’m the woman they want to pick up off the ground and squeeze so freaking tight.
Denying them that after they just poured out blood, sweat, and tears on the course, would be selfish.
“What the actual fuck?” Amy asks, coming up to Enzo and me. He just finished a fifty-mile bike ride. A bike ride he freaking won. And we are celebrating.
Enzo has me in his arms, my feet were off the ground, and his sweaty body turns me on, these tight bike shorts reveal everything and I know the size of Enzo’s cock. Though, right now, anyone looking would know too. It fills me with pride knowing his cock is mine, and mine alone.
“What’s the problem, Amy?” Enzo asks. “Mason told you they weren’t exclusive.”
She just rolls her eyes. But her disgust was more evident after Ethan’s hang-gliding. He was kissing me, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was just so freaking happy.
The sullen parts of him had been wiped away in this moment of exhilaration. His worry and stress about the contract with Black Bull is long gone. And it felt so good to celebrate with him. When he squeezes my ass, laughing, I laugh too. Feeling the tension fall away from him.
“It was fucking terrifying. I didn’t think I was going to win.”
“You did so well, baby,” I tell him, kissing him.
“You are too much, Chloe,” Amy throws at me. “I mean do you have any dignity?”
I close my eyes, not wanting her judgment to ruin such a perfect moment for Ethan.
“Enough,” Mason, says, coming up behind her. “I told you, Chloe doesn’t belong to any one of us. Okay?”
“I don’t get it.” She throws her hands up in disgust. “So, are you also fucking around with Drew?”
The rest of the team had gathered around us, Enzo and Noah and Drew, too.
We were on the beach, ExSports tents, sound speakers, and stages set everywhere for spectators and competitors. People are all around, the sun shone brightly, the water sparkled, and this moment didn’t belong to Amy.
It belonged to us.
And I hate that she is stealing it.
Drew though, is the one who steps forward. “I’m not sleeping with Chloe. She isn’t the woman I want. “ He looks at Amy with a devilish grin. “Now, Amy, I think it’s time I help soften your edges a bit.”
Her jaw drops. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you may be in bitch-mode 24/7 but I’d like to see you without your claws.”
She scowls. “How exactly would you like to see me?”
He raises his eyebrows. “On your back for starters.”
That forces her eyes to widen … but when she steps toward Drew I realize she likes his attitude.
I roll my eyes in disgust. He’s a cheater and isn’t even sorry for it. These two seriously deserve one another.
Drew takes Amy’s hand and kisses it. “But I gotta know, baby, do you always get so pissy when you see PDA?” Drew steps closer to her, and my eyes narrow not understanding what the hell I am seeing. Drew-the-player has the hots for uptight Amy?
“I only get this pissy when I watch women like Chloe throw themselves all over a group of men. It’s trashy.”
Her words don’t make my blood boil though. Truth is, I feel sorry for her. I know from Mason she hasn’t dated anyone in ages, and I’d guess she’d like to have one of these guys for herself. The fact that I have all of them is probably a major disappointment.
“Amy,” Mason says. “That’s enough. You can’t talk that way about Chloe, ever again.”
“Why? You still think you love this girl after she makes out with three other guys?”
“I love her, plain and simple. And she can love whoever she wants.” He is still tiptoeing around the truth and in a flash, I realize why.