Page 161 of Hide and Keep

“But say only one of my shoulders was touching…”

I lift up one shoulder as high as I can manage with a man on me, only to have that man instantly readjust to pin me all over again.

“Hypothetically…what if I wasn’t pinned yet? How would I get out of this?”

“From your back?”

“Yes.”

“This is literally the worst spot to be in, especially if the person on top weighs more than you.”

Exactly.

“But is there a way out?”

“If you work really fucking hard.”

Unable to speak, I nod. I already figured that.

“You basically have to forget about getting your own pin for a second and focus all your energy on getting me off as quickly as possible.”

When I turn my head to look toward his, my chin rubs along his shirt.

His face toward my legs, he says, “Getting me offyou. I meant getting me off you as quickly as possible. You know what a bridge is, right?”

I roll my eyes and arch my butt and back up.

“No, hold on.” Crue drives me right back down. “It’s not the regular bridge. It’s the wrestling bridge where your head, elbows, and feet are the only things on the ground. You’re gonna do thatwhileyou turn away from me. Fast.”

Just as my middle lifts a quarter inch off the floor, Crue says, “Shit. Hold on. I forgot something. It’s been a while. You’regonna do three things simultaneously. During all that, you gotta scissor your right leg under your left leg.”

“How do I scissor?”

“Sweep it underneath the other one to the other side.”

I do as he says, feeling an immense relief as Crue rolls off me.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long because his weight comes down on top of me all over again as he flattens me out on my stomach.

“Good girl,” he rasps in my ear. He has my wrists captured above my head and his front is draped along my entire backside.

“How is this good? I just made myself more vulnerable!” I yell, my breath disturbing the strands of hair stuck to my lips.

“You’re not more vulnerable. Trust me, you have a lot more options from this position.”

“It doesn’t feel like I have any options with all of your weight on me.”

“This isn’t all my weight. I’m only using one leg to hold you down right now.”

He is?

“One? You’re sure?”

“Positive. You couldn’t handle all of me.”

“Try me,” I say just like he did yesterday.

Crue’s voice is nearly unrecognizable when he says, “The second you promise to keep your eyes open and on me, I’ll give you every inch.”

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