Page 27 of Fight or Flight
“Shut up.” I advance on him and give him another hard push that sends him staggering back.
“Mmmm, yeah, baby. Just like that.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. “So good.”
More of the awareness from before mixes with my anger, and that’s enough to make my tenuous hold on my self-control—and my sanity—snap.
Without even deciding to move, I lunge at him, my fist back and ready to finally give him the beatdown he’s been begging for since freshman year. My punch goes wild, and Jace blocks it with his forearm, his damn smile never faltering as he deflects my hit.
I try to sneak in a hook with my other hand, but Jace is too fast, and he easily ducks out of the way with all the grace of a seasoned fighter. I already know his skills are way above mineafter that night in the gym, but I’m so far gone that not even the very real possibility that I’m about to get my ass handed to me can make me stop.
“Got any more in there, Shaney?” Jace asks, his hands at his sides and his stance casual. “Or are you done with your little tantrum?”
The fact that he’s as cool as a cucumber while I’m a second away from completely losing my shit is the final straw, and I dive at him.
He doesn’t even try to deflect or move out of my way, and I grab him around the middle and push him across my room like a linebacker taking out a tackling dummy.
Jace laughs as we stumble backward, but before I can get control of him, he uses his strength to flip me right over his hip.
Instead of letting me crash to the floor, he keeps hold of me and brings me down so I land on my back with him on top of me.
I’m so stunned that I can only lie there like a moron as he straddles my hips and uses his feet to pin my knees to the floor.
“You know, Shaney.” He grabs my wrists in both of his hands and slams them against the hard floor. “There are easier ways to get me on top of you.”
His words finally break through my shock, and I start flailing like a dumbass who’s never grappled before as I twist and writhe and try to break his hold on me.
“This way is the most fun, TBH,” he continues, like I’m not impersonating a fish out of water under him. “But you don’t have to Hulk out on me every time you want to feel a little Jace against you.” Grinning like the cat who ate not just the canary, but the whole damn nest, he leans over me and grinds his hard cock against mine.
Wait.
What the fuck?
I’m hard? When the hell did that happen?
“Well, not that little.” His crooked smile sends a ripple of heat through my chest. “Am I right?” He drags our cocks together in a smooth thrust that lights me up from the inside as pleasure ricochets through me.
A soft moan escapes my lips without my permission, and Jace’s smirk turns into a dark grin that sends more of that heat through my chest and into my stomach.
“That’s it.” He presses his weight down on me, his eyes boring into mine. “Let me hear how much you love having me on top of you.”
My mouth falls open in a silent cry when he shifts and wedges his legs between my thighs so he can push them apart and fit his body against mine.
That finally breaks through my confusion and shock, and I once again start flailing like a dumbass in a desperate attempt to get him off me.
Jace’s eyes never leave mine as I use every trick I’ve ever learned about grappling to try and break his grip on me, but it’s like pushing against a brick wall for all the good it does me.
Jace might be a half inch taller than me, but I’m broader and probably have twenty or so pounds on him. It’s true I’m not in the same kind of shape as I used to be, thanks to my less-than-healthy vices and not playing sports anymore, but it’s not like I’ve let myself go or anything.
I can’t stop the soft grunts and low groans that escape my lips as I try to throw him off me, and the more sounds I make, the more heated Jace’s grin gets.
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear it,” he taunts, his voice low and dripping with sex and seduction. “Let me hear exactly how much you love this.”
I manage to get one leg free and thread my knee between our bodies so I can push against him as hard as I can, shoving himback enough that he loses his grip on my left hand as he falls back.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I throw our combined weight to the side and knock him off me.
He lands next to me with a loud crash, but springs right back up a second later like the floor is part trampoline, and dives at me with enough force my breath is pushed out of my lungs in a loudwhooshas he lands on top of me again.
There’s no technique to our fighting as we roll around in a tangle of arms and legs and a mess of wild punches and wayward knees.
