Fighting Dirty

“He and my wife are both endless sources of energy,” Stack said. “Although it pisses her off when I compare her to Armie, given his rep and all.”

“It’d piss me off, too,” Justice told him. “That is, if I was a sweet lady like Vanity.”

“You’re jealous,” Denver accused. And then to Jude, “Armie racks up conquests left and right.”

“Usually,” Miles added, “it’s the ladies chasing him.”

“So I’ve heard.” Jamison clapped Armie on the shoulder. “Get your shower and change, and then we can talk business.”

“Sure. Be back in ten.” After drying off his face, Armie slung the towel around his neck and grabbed up his gym bag. Chatting together, Leese and Justice followed him toward the showers. Cannon had paused to talk to some of the newer fighters hanging out.

The tepid water of the shower felt good and helped Armie to clear his thoughts a little. He scrubbed off the sweat, and then just soaked his head for a few minutes under the spray.

Merissa would be over again tonight and he honestly didn’t know if he’d be able to keep his hands off her. He wouldn’t drink. He’d be crystal clear. But that might not help when put up against the force of her appeal.

For so damned long he’d been hankering for her. When she hankered back... Yeah. He had knockout blows, but he wasn’t strong enough to resist that.

Knowing he shouldn’t keep Jamison waiting, he turned off the water and quickly dried, then stepped out of the shower.

“Holy shit.”

He turned, saw Leese looking stunned and asked, “What’s your problem?”

“Whoa!”

He turned again and saw Justice standing there slack-jawed.

Quickly getting irked, Armie scowled. “What?”

Cannon strode in, his cell phone to his ear, and suddenly Leese was at his back, way too damn close for two naked dudes. Armie was ready to shove him away when Justice stepped in front of him. Crowded between a lot of naked muscle, Armie said, “What the hell?”

In a low whisper, Justice told him, “Hold up a second.”

“Dude, we’re a hair from crossing swords.”

Justice practically shoved him back into the shower, and Leese, looking a little panicked, helped.

Stumbling, Armie grabbed the shower wall to brace himself. “If this is some new hazing deal, I’m going to kick both your asses!”

Oblivious to the altercation, Cannon turned near the lockers and headed to the back of the room.

Leese let out a breath. “It’s your ass, Armie.”

Yeah, that cleared up nothing. “I know the ladies like it, but you, Leese?”

Justice shoved him. “Look at it, idiot.”

“Look at my own butt?”

Grumbling, Leese grabbed up a hand mirror used for shaving and held it down by Armie’s backside. “Look.”

Baffled, Armie peered over his shoulder at the mirror, and his eyeballs almost fell out.

Written across the top of one glute in what must’ve been permanent marker were the words Rissy was here.

Damn it, she just might get that spanking after all.

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