Hot light kisses like butterfly wings, touched up and down over my body. Stifling a moan, I tried to fight the growing feeling in my lower region.
    In the back of my mind I knew, that they were just messing with me. Once they got what they wanted, I was going to be tossed like a rag doll. Feeling the urge to make myself less available to them, I stepped out of their hold. Grabbing my tank pulling it over my head, their big eyes watching as I slipped my legs in. Fixing my hair giving them a smile, before walking away.

    Pulling out a few items along with pans, the twins emerged looking annoyed. Chuckling as my hair sways back and forth, I start making dinner. Taking up two of the three seats at my kitchen table, I can hear them huffing and rolling their fingers.   
    “Stop pouting” As I drop the pasta into the boiling water. Popping the top off the meat sauce, I made a few nights ago.

    “You walked away” Van growled, still rolling his fingers over my table.   
    “Oh please, don’t tell me your manhood is hurt” Pulling out a frying pan, for the steak.
    “It wouldn’t be if you stopped leaving us hanging” Owen huffs, as my chair rocks on its back legs.
    “Here have a beer” Grabbing two out of the fridge, placing them on the table. Frowning they pop the tops, taking a sip.

Stirring the pasta so it wouldn’t stick to its self, I make sure the steak it cooked all the way threw. A few more minutes and I toss everything together.
    “Table or couch?” Razing my brow to them.
    “Depends can we take you on the table or the couch?” Wiggling his brow Van smirks.
    “Neither, couch it is” Pulling down three bowls. Filling the bowls with all three items, I hand them each one along with a fork. Clicking on the tv the fight is on, and I wiggle into the middle of my couch. Stirring my food around before taking a bite, groaning they sit down.

“Stop whining, eat. Watch fighting maybe you’ll learn something” Giggling as they are less pleased with my last comment.
    “We don’t need to watch tv to learn how to fight” Owen gritting his teeth as he takes his first bite. Smiling to myself when he eyes the food, only to take another bite. It’s the same from Van as he’s to busy eating to bother giving me lip. Watching the game I realize I didn’t get myself a drink, putting my bowl down I step over Owens legs, as he watches me. Wiggling my hips as I lean down to decide what I want I hear someone groan.

Looking over the door, I see two pairs of eyes glaring at me. Snickering I pop my head back in, grabbing for a wine cooler. Serves them right, I’m their coach not their bad call girl. I need their respect before, I ever let them get any. As if they’d care to get me or not, but still my father would kill me if he found out I was having a sexual relationship with a client. He’d give me his sour face, while telling my brothers, who would go off the deep end threatening to kill the two. While another brother would talk about ripping balls and screwing them to wall of the junk yard walls.

    As much as I would like to be that frugal woman, who gets to have her cake and eat it to. I just can’t seem to toss the thought that I would be just another notch on their belt loop. I’d like to think I’m worth more then that, and because of thoughts such as those I keep my dying legs closed. And they are dying, the last time I was laid was like……yup can’t remember.

How sad are we…..

Popping the top off my drink, I feel frustrated now as I take my seat up. Swigging the drink a little to fast, the cold numbing feeling shooting like arrows to my veins. Gasping for air as I realize I downed the whole thing. Folding my legs over the coffee table, I finish off my dinner. Noticing the guys have already finished.

    “If your still hungry there’s more” Nodding to the stove.
    “We’d rather have dessert” Both staring at me like I’m a cookie.
    “I’m not for tasting” Taking another bite of pasta.
    “What about for the eyes?” Owen asks. His playful smirk making me want to laugh.
    “Nope” Sucking on the folk. The tv starts talking about a famous fighter and I turn up the tv. Biting my lips when I see Eddie Alvarez, my eyes scan all over his body as his fighting style is something else.
    “Umm umm” I hum, leaning forward. A huff from both sides, has me grinning.

Jealous much….

I decide its time for them to feel just how evil I can be. Playing with my hair, I stifle a moan when he lets a punch fly. Getting over excited when he’s sending kick after powerful kick.
    “What I wouldn’t give to tattoo that”  Licking my lips. Its just enough as the low growling and the folding of arms to chest, cause them to finally speak.
    “You can’t be interested in that” Owen snaps, first followed by is more causes brother.
    “He’s nothing”

    “Are we jealous?” Picking up their bowls, heading to the kitchen. Both reply before I make in all the way in.
    “Were not jealous”  Placing the bowls in the sink, I add some water turning around.
    “Sure. I knew that” Waving them off, like it was pure shit. Pounding foot steps as they cross my little place in no time, spinning me around, so I have no choice but to face them.
    “Don’t push us Riae” Owen bites. Smiling I pat the both of them on the cheeks.
    “Would you two relax. I was just messing with you. You should really learn to lighten up.”  Ready to walk away my door knocks. Frowning all three of us look at each other.
    “Who is it?”

    “Its Craig” Owen starts to growl heading for the door, till I grab him.
    “No please, let me handle this” Whispering, cause I know what will happen if my brother sees them in my house this late.
    “Fine, but be quick about it” Trying his best to keep his voice low. Nodding I motion for them to go into the living room. Leaning my back against the door, I sigh.
    “What do you want Craig, its late”

“I want to talk to you, can I come in?”
    “No. I don’t want to speak or see you right now” It wasn’t a lie he had hurt my feelings, and even though he’s my brother he had no right.
    “Please sis, I really need to talk to you”
    “Damn it Craig. You know how I get when I’m pissed and I’m really not up to seeing your face.”
    “Riae….I’m sorry” I hear either his head or hand hit the door.
    “Craig talk to me tomorrow, I don’t feel like flipping shit on you tonight. I’m tired and I now have to make it up to my clients for ruining their night. You made me look like a fool, and if you push me I’ll tell dad” The other side of the door goes silent.
    “Okay I’ll be at the yard tomorrow. Please come by, I’ll pick you up those cookies you like” Sounding hopeful.

    “Fine…they better be a double chocolate” Grinning.
    “Whatever you want sis. Night I love you”
    “Night, love you” Walking away from my door. Their brows are up as they watch me walk in between them.
    “He bought you with cookies?” Van asks.
    “No not really. Its just a bonus. I’ll give him shit tomorrow, while you guys work out” Winking at them.

“And just what do you have planned for us?” Owen leaning over into my personal space, breathing on my neck.
    “You’ll have to wait and see” giggling as they give me what I think is sad faces. An hour later they head home, and give me a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the darkness. 

Turning off the tv, after I wash the dishes. Heading to bed, my cheeks still tingle from their lips. To bad I wasn’t someone else, then maybe I would of let them stay the night. Groaning as I need to get some soon, or they just might get luckily enough to see me in my birthday suit. Pulling the pillow closer to my chest, as I fall deep into a dark slumber.

With the alarm going off, I slapped the thing so hard it fall to the floor. Groaning I leaned over picking it back up, sighing as I looked up at my white ceiling. Setting the alarm for an early time, wasn’t the best choice I ever had. However the guys were going to be at the gym even earlier then 8am, so I needed to get there before them, plus a coffee was needed. Tossing the covers,  letting them stay that way I hurried to the shower.

    Washing off the sleepy eyes and dry mouth, before pulling on new undergarments. Blow drying my hair, with a hit of eyeliner. Pulling on my jean short and white tank, I grab a black hoodie just in case its cold, black sneakers and I grab my items before I head out. With two coffee’s in hand, I manage to unlock the doors and flip a light on. It smells better in here, and I thank my nose for that. Walking up the stairs placing my dads coffee on his desk, before going into my office. Tossing the hoodie over the chair, I sit down sipping the hot coffee I decided to get this morning.

With my shades pulled up, I had a good view of the front door as the twins walked up. They opened the door walking in, smiling I was gunna enjoy today. Pretending I didn’t see or hear them, I let them come to me. Typing out a plan for them, I sipped the beverage. The sound of feet running up steps as their heads and torsos came into view.

    “Good morning” Not looking at them. They grunted, before taking a seat. The printer started to sputter out a sheet, and I took it checking over everything before smiling.
    “Here you go” Handing them the paper. Taking it sheepishly they looked it over. Then shot dark eyes my way.

    “What is this?” Owen barked, pushing the paper on my desk.
    “That is your warm up sheet. Once you finish all the ones I marked for you, you’ll go to this address.” Smiling as I got out of my chair.
    “Where are you going to be?” Van asked, as they followed after me.
    “I’ll be waiting for you at that address.” Grinning.

“Wait your our trainer, and your not even going to watch us?” Baffled.
    “Your big boys, I think you can handle a few reps and warm ups by yourself. You didn’t really want me to hold your hands….did you?” Batting my eyelashes, making them even more annoyed.
    “Hell of a trainer you are” Owen spat, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me today.
    “Trust me you shouldn’t under estimate me. Didn’t I tell you I was going to train you like my father trained me?” Taking the paper off my desk, handing it to them.
    “Your really not going to watch us?” Van asked taking the paper, since Owen was to busy looking somewhere else.

    “Nope! I have to set up the other half, of your work out.”
    “Other half?” That got his attention real fast.
    “Yes, you didn’t really think I was just dicking off did you?” Chuckling as I bounced down the stairs before they can say anything. From the bottom floor I remembered something and looked up.

“Oh yea, I’ll be timing you so if you take to long. I’ll call my father and have him attack you” Winking as I leave them to work out. Walking down the street heading to the junk yard, I need to talk to Craig first. Plus a cookie sounds really good right about now. Passing the basketball court taking a left instead of my normal right, back to the gym. The gate is unlocked, and left a jar. Walking threw I can hear laugher from inside the very large trailer.
    “Hey you old bastards quiet screwing around” Swinging the door open to find three of my brothers.

    “Riae” They chirp holding up coffee mugs.
    “Hi guys, got an extra coffee?” Sending my winning smile.
    “Here baby girl” Vick handing me a cup. Kissing his cheek I sit next to him.
    “What brings you to our side of the track” Leo chuckles, sipping his latte.