Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.
Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring.
When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.
“What’s the matter? Need a real man in your bed?” His words slurred a bit and she wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.
“Already have one.” She moved forward and he blocked her path. “Really?”
His brows knitted together and he pursed his lips. “You are such a stuck-up bitch.”
She hesitated. The malice in his voice caught her off-guard. “Wh-what?”
“You think I didn’t see you groping Lightning, and then Thunder shoves his tongue down your throat.” He looked her up and down a speculative gleam in his eyes. “So what’s the going rate for someone like you. One, two hundred bucks?”
If she’d had something to throw in his face she would have. Instead, she did the next best thing. His head snapped to the side as she laid the flat of her palm across his cheek. Her hand stung from the contact, but it was so worth the pain. The slap echoed above the momentary lull in music.
“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” she snapped and edged past him.
Virgil lunged for her and, before she could react, strong arms encircled her waist and moved her out of harm’s way. Daniel squeezed through the narrowed opening and shoved the other man back. Alexa stared up into Tono’s rugged face, dark with anger.
“I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you’re attracting trouble again.”
His attempt at humor eased some of the tension from her shoulders. “And to think I was going for low-key tonight.”
He chuckled. “You all right?”