My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

“Come on, you are not walking either.” he wraps me in that headlock hug and starts to drag me towards the massive truck in the packhouse driveway.

“It's about time, I was worried you were making up all that extra training crap last night.” Sam laughs before removing his arm from around Sierra's shoulder and jumping in the truck's backseat. My brother climbs in and slides to the middle of the back and Oliver sits on his other side. I move to stand beside Sierra, the twins are in the front looking over at us.

"She's already been on a run and made breakfast.” Mateo laughs out to the group, elbowing Oliver. Oliver groans and rolls his eyes.

Sierra and I just look at each other. “Do you expect us to sit in the truck bed?” She laughs at them as they look around and realize we are not a normal part of their entourage. They really don't spend much time outside their bro bubble.

"We can just do laps, it's not that far. Sierra, you can join me.” Sam pats his thigh and wiggles his eyebrows at her. “Little bit you can ride on Oliver.” I did not miss the s*xual innuendo that time and my cheeks flamed.

in the front, she'll fit in between us.” Cameron says a little clipped from

his face. He must know how weird this is for me, and I'm sure my face

lap and In between the twins as Cameron pulled out of the driveway. Dakota's arm stays behind my back as I move and slowly drags his fingers

are you already sweaty, Smalls. We haven't done anything yet.” Dakota looks over at me again with that

I was not letting any of

when I looked over my shoulder. “I would have complained less if I knew there was

bribed with food next time.” I laughed as we pulled up barely five