Once we finish lunch, I send Reggie and Trent ahead of us in Frankie’s Range Rover, identical to mine, telling them to just leave it at the gym, that we’ll meet them there. Pulling the Princess in to my side, trying to keep us both warm, we say our goodbyes to Indie and hurry through the bitter cold toward my Rover. I used the remote to start it while we were still in the restaurant, so the inside is nice and warm when I open the passenger door and help Frankie in. Going around the front of the truck, I slide in next to her and immediately take her hand. I’ve always touched Frankie as often as possible, but now that she is actually mine, I always have hands on her. I don’t know how our fathers or Cristiano haven’t picked up on the fact that we’re together. We’re inseparable, more so than usual, and I’m constantly feeling her up. Reaching for the radio, she turns it down, leaving her hand on the dial.
“I have to get back to the studio, I’m sorry…I have a class to teach before I go home and get ready for the charity dinner tonight.”
I squeeze her hand and glance over.
“That’s fine, Princess. I have to be in the gym again anyway.”
Cocking her head slightly, she asks, “This is your short training session, right?”
“Yeah, and then we’ll probably go over some tape and strategy before we call it and get ourselves ready.”
Pressing her chest into my shoulder, she brushes her nose against my jaw and up to my ear.
“I cannot wait to see you in your tux tonight. I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Nipping my earlobe, she places a kiss on my stubbled cheek before settling back into the soft leather seat, raising the volume just as Led Zepplin starts wailing out “Whole Lotta Love.” I sing along with Robert Plant and smirk at my girl suggestively.
She throws her head back and laughs then rolls her head against the headrest to look at me.
“You know this has been your ringtone since forever?”
Pursing my lips and nodding at her, I wink.
“Oh yeeeeaaahhh.”
She slaps me in the chest and cranks the radio even louder drowning me out.
After three grueling hours at the hands of my masochist brothers, Sonny finally decides I’ve had enough for one day. Mav hands me a towel as I step from the ring and says, “Let’s head down to the basement and watch some tape. I want to see if there’s a weakness we can focus on against Holloway. He’s a lot quicker on his feet than you are, but not as smooth.”
Shaking his head, Sonny looks over at Mav.
“Holloway’s weakness is his boxing all day long. If Deac can get him cornered early on and start swinging, he’s got it.”
We make our way to the door. Listening to them, I nod in agreement and glance up at the feel of bass vibrating over the floor, rattling the glass as we pass Frankie’s studio. I come to a dead stop, causing my brothers to do the same, nearly colliding with me. Mouths agape, we are struck dumb at what we see.
“Holy fuck,” I say in awe.
A minute or two have passed as we stare in stunned silence when it’s broken by Sonny.
“What are we watching? Should we be watching this?” Sonny asks, not taking his eyes off the five barely covered asses bouncing around to “Wiggle.”
“Wh—” Mav clears his throat and tries again. “Why is there a stripper convention going on in Frankie’s studio? Not that I’m complaining because, fuck me, look at that, but is this even legal? I have never seen the Princess move like that. Ever. Does she use those moves—no, I don’t want to know. Do I?” he asks in reverence.
The only indication that I have even heard him is the elbow to his ribs for thinking dirty shit about Frankie. I have yet to look away from my girl’s perfect ass bouncing and ticking in time to the beat, muscles flexing, hips rolling, and then BOOM! She drops to the ground, one leg cocked, hand slapping the floor as she gyrates and thrusts like a motherfucking champion. I’m rock solid and getting harder as I let my gaze roam over her tight, little body.
She has on what look like fucking leg warmers, only sexy, over purple heels. How she dances in them is a goddamn mystery to me. My eyes travel up, touching over toned calves and thighs that I’m desperate to get between, her garter tattoo on full display, stopping at the almost thong thing she’s wearing that is most certainly not covering her ass. I’m not sure what they’re called because they aren’t quite panties yet definitely not shorts, exposing the bottom of both plump cheeks and the dimples in the small of her back just above. I want to look around to make sure nobody else is seeing her this way, but that would mean I might miss something. I’ll knock heads later if I need to. Her shirt doesn’t cover much either and looks like it has been half chewed off, which doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now. Damp with sweat, her top hangs off one shoulder exposing the tattoo on her back and ends just below her tits nearly allowing a glimpse of the new ink there.
I’ve not even glanced at the other girls following her lead. I’m completely mesmerized by the moves that my girl is busting out. I think this is called “twerking,” but I can’t be sure. I’m just gonna call it “about to get you fucked,” because that’s exactly what’s gonna happen if she keeps up with—Jesus. Fuck. She bends over touching her toes, stopping my thoughts dead. Her ass never slowing its bouncing and twitching as she shimmies to an upright position, running her hands over the backs of her legs and over her smooth ass and SMACK! I could chisel stone with my cock I am so hard right now. Blinking, I know that there is no way I’m going anywhere but in there to fuck the Princess.
I push Mav into Sonny, breaking their trance in the process.
“You two go downstairs and do your thing. I’ll catch up to you later, much later,” I tell them as I head for the studio door just as the class is wrapping up and the dancers, twerkers, strippers, whatever the fuck they are start heading toward the locker room.
“Deacon, you are not going in there,” Sonny glances around to make sure no one can hear him and then hisses, “to have sex with Frankie!”
I pat him on the shoulder and laugh.
“Tell yourself whatever you want, bro, but I’m going in there to bend my gir—”
“Ahhhhh, that’s enough. I do not want to hear that shit, dude,” Mav says, holding up his hand to stop the words about to leave my mouth.
“Up until two minutes ago, I never even thought of her as anything more than the Princess. Holy shit, did you see—you know what? Forget it. We’ll see you later, Deac.” Pulling Sonny away with him, they turn back to where we were headed before we got distracted.
All I can do is shake my head and smile. I cannot stop thinking about what a fucking awesome distraction it was.