Alpha Step Daddy : Four Mates, One heart
"And you’re too slow, big guy. By the time you pull that heavy arm back to punch, I’ve already looped around you twice and tagged your ribs."
Jax narrowed his eyes. "Speed is nothing without power."
"Power is nothing if you’re hitting the air," I countered.
Raven was sitting on a wooden crate nearby, sharpening a silver dagger. She looked up, her amber eyes dancing with amusement. She loved us, but she also loved watching us act like idiots.
"If you two are going to measure your egos all afternoon, at least make it interesting," she said.
I looked at Jax. Jax looked at me. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.