Page 11 of Untraced Magic
Fuck. I clenched my fists. Real smart move.
I didn’t mean for it to happen, to discard my clothing into her hands like that, but there was no going back now.
Reid moved closer, his stark blues stalking mine like a scope to its target, waiting for me to make my move. I had height and muscle on my side, but Reid was lean and fast.
We had one rule when sparring: No gifts allowed. It was fair game that way.
“Make your move, Ty…” he goaded me, flipping the cap on his head backwards.
I knew how Reid worked. I’d seen him spar many times, and he was mainly all talk, although his fast reflexes were not to be dismissed.
He gave in first, sending a quick jab to my left that I blocked before quickly connecting two blows to his side. He adjusted to the impact, showing no sign of slowing down, then he came at me.
Launching a high kick to my shoulder, I blocked and took hold of his leg, twisting until my back was to his stomach. It left him on one leg, and wasting no time I grabbed the back of his neck, propelling myself forward and hurling him over my shoulder until his back met the ground with athump.
“Too much talk, not enough game, pretty boy.” I smirked, looking down at him.
He made a face. “Whatever, Ty, you won’t be so lucky next time.”
I pulled him up, and we shookhands laughing.
Colt slapped me on the back. “Not so rusty after all.”
I leaned against the wall, my gaze lifting to Morgan who was walking in my direction, my top between her delicate fingers.
“I believe you may be looking for this,” she stated matter-of-factly, squaring her shoulders. Her heavy stare lowered to my chest before darting away.
“Thanks.” I took it from her and slipped it back on. “Good to see you haven’t auctioned it off without an autograph.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
My brows pitched, surprised at her observation that couldn’t be more wrong if she tried. My fire element crackled inside me, itching my palms. Something about her baited me. “Are you always this… friendly?”
She folded her arms across her chest, scowling. “You threw me your clothes.”
I held back a smile. She was feisty for a human.
“I threw you the top half,” I corrected. Her pale cheeks flared with heat, irises stirring. “And you caught it,” I added.
She huffed out a breath. “You’re such a jerk.”
I laughed to myself, shaking my head. “And you have me all figured out.”
A moment silently stumbled upon us, collecting our breaths. Hers were dark brown, so rich, so intense. I felt the way they crawled over me as she studied me, my skin an inferno under her scrutiny.
Caution edged my tone. “I was just messing around… before, I mean.”
She shifted her weight between feet, her hand falling to the plain silver chain resting over her collarbone. Her fingers glided over it as if nervous.
I didn’t blame her. The poor girl had walked into a basement of brawling, but whatever conclusions she’d jumped to, it was better than the truth.
“Sorry if we freaked you out with the antics here. We can get a little competitive.” I shrugged.
Her eyes landed on mine, then moved to the action again. “I’m not complaining…” She gestured to Wes, now topless and about to spar with Reid. “The cold doesn’t seem to bother you guys.”
I chuckled at her response. I understood; every guy here was ripped and built to hold their own. If only she knew who she was really hanging out with.
As she continued to watch the guys, I studied every curve of her hips.
