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Spotters and Swimmers part 2
### Chapter 16: Claws and Claims
Zoey didn't hesitate; the door's wreckage splintered further under her boot as she surged into the room like a tactical strike, eyes locked on the betrayal unfolding on the rumpled bed. Jake scrambled to his feet, pants half-zipped, his face a mask of stunned apology, but she was already past him, her focus laser-sharp on Amanda. The other woman, disheveled, blouse askew, hair wild from whatever they'd been doing, froze mid-scramble, her eyes widening in terror and guilt.
"You bitch," Zoey snarled, lunging forward with the speed of someone who'd breached war zones. Her hand shot out, fingers clamping around Amanda's upper arm in a vise grip honed from years of restraining suspects and hauling gear. Amanda yelped, twisting futilely as Zoey yanked her upright, off the edge of the bed, and toward the door.
Jake lunged a step closer, hands raised. "Zoey, wait, let me explain!”
“Stay out of this!” Zoey roared, her voice a whip-crack that froze him. He tensed but respected her fire, the same command presence that had kept platoons alive. She dragged Amanda through the shattered threshold, the motel’s thin carpet muffling their struggle as they spilled into the parking lot. The midday sun beat down on the asphalt, the Jeep and Harley silent witnesses. A few heads turned from the lot’s edge, but no one dared intervene.
Zoey released Amanda with a shove, sending her stumbling back a few paces, but close enough to square up, boots planted wide, fists clenched, her firefighter build coiled like a predator ready to pounce. Amanda caught her balance, her chest heaving, her face flushed with a mix of fear and defiance, her gym-toned frame no match for raw power, yet lithe and desperate. The air crackled between them, thick with betrayal and the raw scent of sweat and motel cheapness clinging to their skin.
"Okay, girl," Zoey growled, circling slowly, her voice low and venomous, eyes never leaving Amanda's. "Let's settle this here right now. Winner gets Jake."
Amanda’s breath hitched, but she stood firm. The same reckless fire that had brought her here now fueled her stance, fists raised in a shaky guard. No more words; the challenge ignited. Zoey struck first, closing the distance in a blur. Her hand lashed out, tangling Amanda’s hair and yanking her head back with a sharp tug. Amanda retaliated wildly, her nails raking across Zoey’s forearm, drawing thin red lines that bloomed immediately. As she swung her free hand, it connected with Zoey’s cheek, a stinging crack echoing off the motel wall.
They collided then, bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs and fury, Zoey using her height advantage to drive Amanda back toward the Jeep's bumper. Amanda twisted, her knee jabbing low into Zoey's thigh, while Zoey's other hand clawed at Amanda's blouse, fabric tearing with a rip that exposed a lace bra beneath. Grunts and gasps filled the air, hair flying, nails scraping skin, the catfight erupting in a whirlwind of scratches and shoves, each woman fighting not just for possession, but for the shattered pieces of their worlds...
### Chapter 17: Primal Reckoning
The parking lot of the Riverside Inn became an arena of ancient instincts, the asphalt a crude coliseum under the indifferent sun. What had started as a flash of shock and rage now ignited into something deeper, more visceral, a hidden desire uncoiling in both women like a serpent long suppressed. Zoey and Amanda circled each other at first, breaths ragged, eyes locked in a glare that burned beyond betrayal into raw, feral hunger.
This wasn't just revenge or justice; it was the oldest of battles, etched into their DNA, the primal clash of females vying for a mate. Jake stood frozen at the doorway, a shirtless silhouette, his presence the electric center pulling at their core, driving the survivor in him, the protector, the spark that had kindled these unspoken fires. Their bodies, honed by sweat and strain, moved with an animal grace, clothes tearing as if shedding civilized skins to reveal the wild beneath.
Zoey lunged again, her Special Forces precision giving way to unbridled ferocity; she tackled Amanda against the Jeep's hood with a thud that rattled the chassis, her hands fisting into Amanda's hair once more, yanking her head back to expose the curve of her throat. A guttural growl escaped Zoey's lips, her free arm wrapping around Amanda's waist in a crushing hold, not just to dominate, but to feel the press of her rival's curves, the heat that mirrored her own rising pulse.
Hidden beneath the fury was that twisted desire, the one that had flickered during gym banter and coffee chats, a curiosity, a pull toward Amanda's softness, contrasting her own hardened edges, now twisted into this savage claim for Jake. *Mine,* it snarled in Zoey's veins, evolutionary echoes demanding she win the prize, the provider, the one whose touch had anchored her world.
Amanda didn't yield, her lithe swimmer's body writhing like a cornered vixen, nails digging into Zoey's biceps with desperate scratches that drew beads of blood, trailing down her arms in crimson rivulets. She bucked her hips, knee driving upward into Zoey's midsection, not hard enough to cripple, but enough to loosen the grip, sending them both sprawling to the gravel in a tangle of limbs.
Amanda's blouse hung in tatters, exposing sweat-slicked skin, and as she rolled on top, straddling Zoey's hips, she clawed at the firefighter's tank top, ripping it down the center to bare Zoey's sports bra and the taut muscles beneath.
Her breath came in hot pants against Zoey's ear, a mix of pain and something electric that buried longing now feral, primitive, the genetic imperative to possess Jake surging through her like a flood.
*He's the spark I need,* her mind roared, the fight awakening a savage thrill; in the press of their bodies, the slide of skin on skin, Amanda felt the forbidden heat, the rivalry laced with an undercurrent of want that made her fight dirtier, more intimately.
They grappled across the lot, rolling in the dust. Zoey's powerful thighs squeezed Amanda's sides in a scissor hold that elicited a sharp cry, while Amanda's fingers raked down Zoey's back, leaving welts that arched the taller woman's spine. Grunts turned to snarls, hair matted with sweat, lips brushing in accidental grazes that sent unintended shivers.
It was pure instinct now, the human animal unleashed: no words, just the clash of wills over the mate who watched, transfixed, from the shadows. Fists flew in slaps and punches, bodies slamming, each strike a declaration of ownership, each pin a momentary triumph in this eternal dance.
But as Zoey gained the upper hand again, pinning Amanda's shoulders to the ground with her knees, their eyes met wild, panting, alight with the same unnameable fire, and the battle teetered, the winner's claim hanging by a thread...
### Chapter 18: Shared Flames
Zoey had Amanda pinned beneath her now, knees digging into the gravel on either side of her rival's hips, the smaller woman's wrists trapped in iron grips above her head. Sweat stung Zoey's eyes, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of their feral tussle, and she reared back, fist cocked for a hard right that would end its smashing through Amanda's defiance, claiming victory in the blood and bruises.
The world narrowed to that moment: the scent of dust and desire, the pulse of ancient triumph thrumming in her veins. But as her gaze bored into Amanda's wide, defiant eyes, flushed face framed by wild hair, lips parted in a gasp, something snapped inside her.
Not rage, but recognition. There, beneath the scratches and the struggle, was a mirror: a woman like her, fierce and unfulfilled, craving the raw, bone-deep connection that home couldn't provide. Amanda's desperation clicked into place like a puzzle that had been scattered for a long time at the gym.
Those probing questions about Zoey's love life with Jake, the lingering glances, the way her body had flushed during spotter touches. It wasn't just theft; it was hunger, the same void Zoey had felt on quiet nights when Jake's touches turned mechanical, his mind elsewhere. *She's not stealing,* the realization hit like cool water on fire.
She's starving, same as me sometimes. The punch hung suspended, fist trembling, then dropped unused as empathy flooded in, twisting the primal drive into something unexpected: alliance.
Instead of striking, Zoey surged forward, crashing her lips against Amanda's in a furious kiss, demanding, as all the pent-up fury and fire channelled into a clash of mouths that tasted of salt and surrender. Amanda stiffened at first, eyes flaring wide in shock, but then melted into it, her body arching up with a muffled moan, tongues tangling in a heated battle that blurred the line between fight and foreplay.
It was electric, forbidden, the hidden desires they'd both buried igniting in that gravel-strewn press of skin. Zoey's hands release wrists to cradle Amanda's face, Amanda's fingers threading into Zoey's hair, pulling her closer. The kiss broke only when air demanded it, both women panting, foreheads touching, the fight's remnants forgotten in this new, scorching clarity.
"I know your need now," Zoey whispered, voice rough and laced with a wicked edge, her thumb tracing Amanda's swollen lip. "And I think the solution is we share what I have. No more fighting over scraps. Why waste the day, bitch? Let's give Jake what he's always wanted. Two hot and sexy girls."
Amanda's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and arousal, the proposition hanging like smoke between them, but she nodded, a sly smile breaking through the dust on her face. Zoey pulled her up in one smooth motion, hands lingering on her waist, and they turned as one toward the motel doorway.
Jake stood there still, frozen in the threshold, shirtless and wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling with the weight of what he'd witnessed, two women he'd desired in secret now united, feral hunger in their gazes.
They didn't walk; they prowled forward like wild animals scenting prey, closing the distance in a rush. Zoey's hand claimed Jake's arm first, yanking him back into the room with a possessive growl, while Amanda pressed against his other side, nails raking lightly down his bare chest. The door swung shut behind them, splintered frame be damned, as they descended on him, lips and hands everywhere, a whirlwind of touches that promised to devour...
