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moves like the ninja she is to intercept us. She plants herself in front of the door and folds her arms
over her chest. The slightly deranged smile on her face sends us back a step.
“There’s two of us,” Nick says stupidly. That terrifying smile grows.
“Yes, there are. Do you really think that’s going to help you?”
An involuntary squeak escapes me. I cover it with a manly cough, conscious of the women behind
us. Talk about a rock and a fucking hard place. The only way out of this room is through Becca, but
I’ve seen her make Colton, a man who’s got a good forty pounds on me, cry like a baby, and beg for
mercy.
Eyeing Nick, I wonder if I could get by if I tossed him at her. It’s not a bad plan, except for the
fact thatsheis watching. This is about self-preservation, so why the hell would I almost rather be
kicked in the balls than have Maya see me run out of this room?
Pushing my shoulders back, I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating. It doesn’t
work on Becca. At all. She just smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“Listen, Bec, we’re happy to help, but we didn’t sign up for knees to the groin. Can’t you find
someone else to do it?” There, that was totally reasonable.
“No, I can’t. There’s nothing to worry about. Would I hurt you?” She dissolves into snorting
giggles at our nods because, yeah, she would. Sighing, she wipes her eyes. “Seriously, the padding is
designed for these classes. The suits will protect all your dangly bits, I promise.”
Her smile drops, and she moves in closer, making Nick…ok, us, flinch. “This is really important.
I wouldn’t ask you to stay if it wasn’t. But some of these women have lived through some horrible
stuff, and they need you to man the fuck up and let them kick you in the nuts.”
Nick groans and folds over, dropping his head between his knees. “My balls are crawling back
into my body as we speak.”Mine too, brother, mine too.
“Good, they’ll be nice and safe there,” Becca says cheerily, turning and shoving us toward a
couple of padded suits in the back of the room.
THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. AS ONE OF THE BOUNCY WOMEN DARTS IN WITH ANOTHER KNEE TO MY
groin, I kiss any children I may have wanted to have someday goodbye. Yeah, the suit’s absorbing
some of the impact, but not all of it. This shit is not comfortable. Nick and I are wearing thick padded
suits that make us look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, only not as cute. The very thick diaper piece is
particularly attractive. The end result is a suit that absorbs most of the impact but also leaves me
