21. Finn

Sparring was a fantastic idea. In principle.

However, it was against two opponents. Naomi and my desperate, overarching need to just pull her to the floor and spread her legs.

Obviously, I had not encountered this issue when wrestling the chunky Easton before now. Yanking Beta Tucker’s black braids did not hold the same deviant appeal as wrapping strands of cherry red hair through my fingers and guiding her lips to mine.

I swear that red hair has done something unnatural to me. Why has Naomi spent so many years fitting in when she could have been tearing the fucking world up looking like this?

Neverthless her punch to my throat showed she meant business. I get it completely. There is nothing like running yourself into the ground. Shredding every last bit of thinking to pieces, until you’re a blank slate again.

A panting, tattered heap with every muscle burning. If that’s what my girl needs I’ll give it to her.

I follow her outside into the small, grassy yard at the back