"Alisha, you're up first," Aiden said, walking towards her with a spear.
"M-Me? Aiden, I'm not cut out—"
The words froze in her mouth as Aiden wrapped his arms around her from behind, his bare chest pressing lightly against her as he guided her hands to the spear.
"Relax," he murmured, deliberately nibbling her ear.
These vixens had teased him in the morning. How could he let them off without taking his revenge?
Alisha couldn't register a word he said about javelin throwing. All she heard was the sound of her erratic heartbeat pounding against her ribs.
Meanwhile, Aiden's left hand settled on her hip, gently adjusting her stance while his right hand covered hers on the shaft of the spear.
"Weight on your back leg… good. Now twist your waist just a little," he said, caressing her ass.
