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Later that night Holly was in the locker room watching the monitors as Wraith pinned Gage and won the heavyweight title. Colt had won his title again earlier that night. Her mouth dropped open, staring at the tv. This was her worst nightmare. She knew she was in for some trouble. In just a few weeks she would go against her brother at one of the biggest events of the year, Summer Mayhem. She hadn’t even known fear until that very moment.
Chris winced. “Tough luck, Holly. That sucks.”
Holly flopped back across the bench and let her arms and legs dangle over each side. “He’s going to destroy me. I might as well go pick out my burial plot now.”
Dustin chuckled. “You’re so screwed.”
“You’re not helping, assholes.” She sighed.
Dustin just shrugged. “I’m just glad it’s not me.”
Colt was packing up his gym bag and shook his head at his girl, who looked devastated. “Guys give her a break. We all know going against Wraith is a nightmare for all of us. Not to mention that fact it’s her brother.”
Trent laughed at him. “You are just saying that because you’re more scared of Cyrus. He’s going to pummel you. You know that, right?”
Holly turned her body to face Colt while trying her best not to laugh. “He saw us making out when we were talking about fetishes earlier.”
Colt whipped his head toward her as the color drained from his face. He swallowed hard with a deer in the headlight’s look. “He... saw us?”
Holly gave him a goofy grin. “Yep.”
Trent slapped Colt on the back. “You’re a dead man. What happened to your vow of celibacy?”
“It’s not a vow. It’s called respecting the one you care about. But someone…” He cleared his throat and glared at her. “...Holly… is making it hard.”
She tried not to laugh. “Very hard.”
All the guys laughed as she seemed pleased with that fact.
Colt fully turned to her and put his hands on his hips. “You’re going to break before I do. You have been horny as hell the last few days. The closer the battle match got, the more excited you got. I have never seen someone get turned on about fighting. Well… until you.”
Dustin seemed impressed, nodding his head in approval. “Hell. I think that would be hot. Rough, kinky, angry sex. Hell yes.”
Colt licked his lips, watching Holly squeeze her legs together as she sat up. He winked at her with a sly grin. “Is that your kink, baby?”
“Maybe. Want me to kick you in the nuts and see how it plays out?”
Colt just shook his head and covered his crotch. “No, thanks.”
Chris stood by Holly and put his arm over her shoulder, taking her side of the conversation. “I bet Colt will break first. I bet he can’t even go a day without at least jerking off.”
Colt threw a shirt at him. “I bet none of you assholes could.”
Holly looked over at Chris and got that mischievous look in her eyes. “That sounds like a bet. I’m in for a grand.”
Trent rolled his eyes as he was packing up his gear. “How would we know if you did or not?”
“Just be honest. I’m not a prude. I’m not afraid to talk about sex.” Holly pointedly stated.
Dustin got excited. He loved a good bet, and if he kept it quiet, he could get more of the roster on board with the bet. “I’m in. I have my money on Holly.”
Trent narrowed his eyes at her, seeming unsure. “Do you even masturbate? I thought you were a virgin before Colt?”
“I was. How the hell do you think I lasted that long? Colt? Are you willing to take the bet?”
Colt looked down his nose at her. “You’re serious? So, you want to bet on who can hold out longer? I thought you wanted to wait for marriage?”
“No. You said that. I told you I wanted to wait for love. I love you.” Holly went to him, kissing the tip of his nose. “Unless you’re afraid you’ll lose.”
“You sure you want to do this? You have to tell the truth if you touch yourself. I will too. If we both give in, we both lose.”
Holly put her hand out. “It’s a bet.”
Colt started laughing and licked his hand, then quickly grabbed hers to seal the bet. “You’re on.”
Holly grabbed a towel, whipping her hand. “Eww! I hate you sometimes.”
“You love it. Even when I annoy the shit out of you.”
Dustin shook his head. “If you give in to each other, you have to pay us all double.”
Colt huffed. “That’s not fair.”
Dustin wiggled his brows with every intent to sabotage them. “Seems fair to me.”
Colt snarled at him. Dustin was one of his best friends, but he drove him nuts. “And no doing things to get us worked up. You assholes stay out of it.”
“No way, bro. That’s just part of the challenge. Seeing if you can resist temptation. I don’t think you will last a day.”
Chris pulled out his money. “My money’s on Colt. He’s too competitive to lose. Trent?”
“Okay, I got my money on Colt too.”
Holly scrunched her nose up playfully, pretending to look mean. “You’re going down, Wesson. Going down!”
“Bring it, short stuff. I’ll have that pretty little ass begging for it by the end of the week.”
The locker room door creaked open and an eerie silence loomed over the room.
Once the door was fully open, Cyrus was standing there glaring at Colt. “You’re betting now? On my sister’s virtue?”
Holly giggled while covering her mouth, trying to hide her amusement. Poor Colt would not make it through the night. Either he would suffer a slow death from lack of sex, or a fast, painful one when Cyrus got his hands on him for touching his sister.
Cyrus said nothing, just stood looking menacing. Colt quickly grabbed his bag, kissed Holly’s cheek. He ran out the door past Cyrus, making the whole locker room burst out laughing.
Cyrus glared at the guys, and they all instantly shut up. He turned and started stalking after Colt.
Holly was still laughing hysterically. “This is epic. My family needs a reality show.”
Dustin laughed. “I think Colt would consider this a horror flick.”
