Page 48 of Fight or Flight
“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.”
I roll my shoulder in a shrug. “Believe what you want.”
He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but closes it with a confused look. “You’re serious?”
I just smile.
I’m telling the truth, but it’s more fun to confuse him than it is to convince him.
“Are you going to let go of my arm?” he asks.
“Are you going to try and grab my ass again?”
“I was going for the card,” he grumbles.
“Then go ahead.” I let go of him.
He pauses, like he wasn’t expecting me to release him, then slides his hand into my back pocket and pulls out the card.
But instead of marching over to the door to unlock it, he hesitates, uncertainty clouding his features as he flicks his gaze to the door, then looks back at me.
Yup, he wants this. He just doesn’t want to admit that he does.
Moving quickly, I slide one foot behind his and grab his shoulders so I can sweep his leg out from under him.
He lets out a cry of surprise and tumbles backward, but instead of letting him crash to the floor, I use my grip on him to control his fall and lay him out on the thick mat underneath us, his hips between my knees as I pin his arms to the floor.
He immediately starts struggling, but I’m able to keep my hold on him as he twists and writhes under me.
He’s strong, and he isn’t holding back as he tries to get me off him. Adrenaline and lust flow through me at not just his struggles, but how his rock-hard dick keeps scraping against mine.
Shane abandons his flailing and slams his knee into my back at the same time he uses his other leg to lift his hips off the ground. The move destabilizes me, and he’s able to tip our combined weight to the side, knocking me off him.
My back hits the cool mat with a hollowthud, and before I can react, Shane throws one leg over me and straddles my hips.His grin is triumphant as he grabs my wrists in his big hands and pins them next to my head.
“Now who’s on top?” he asks with a smirky smile that’s full of challenge and pride.
“Not bad,” I say, giving him a few seconds to enjoy the win. “But that would still be me.”
He looks confused, but before he can say or do anything, I plant my feet and thrust my hips up, knocking him off balance at the same time that I pull my arms down until my elbows smash into his knees, effectively breaking his hold on them.
The combination of moves throws him forward so he’s stretched out over me and has to dig his hands into the mat above my head to stop from face-planting. Taking advantage of his position, I wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my face against his stomach.
He lets out a surprised cry as I climb up his body like I’m climbing a rope until I’m sort of bear-hugging him from underneath with our chests pressed together and my cheek against his neck. He teeters and wobbles as he tries to compensate for my added weight, giving me the perfect opportunity to trap one of his arms with mine.
That’s enough to destabilize him, and I roll us over so I’m once again on top, only this time my hips are between his spread thighs as I lie over him.
“Like I said, that would be me,” I repeat and grab his forearms so I can pin them to the floor as l press down on him until our bodies flush.
“What the fuck?” he splutters and yanks against my grip. “Did you learn that when you were learning how to dodge knives?”
I huff out a throaty chuckle. “Nope, that was from learning hand-to-hand combat.”
“Huh?”
“I told you, my brother and I have some unique hobbies,” I remind him.
“Who the fuck are you?”
