Page 36 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Breck bristled.

And why in the fuck was Dickhead still on top of him?

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Kai shoved to his feet, pulled off his mitts, and tugged Breck up by his arm. “Why are you here?” he asked, voice serious.

Breck frowned. “For Taekwondo.”

“Yes, but why? Do you truly want to be here, Breck? Do you genuinely want to master this martial art?”

Breck glanced away. That was a loaded question. And not an easy one to answer at that. Because in truth, a part of him did want to be there… just not to learn Taekwondo. To engage with Kai. Which made no sense. Before now, he’d never been a glutton for punishment.

“Yeah. Of course,” he lied. “Why the hell else would I come?”

“You tell me,” Kai pressed. “Because it doesn’t really feel like you’re interested, at least not where learning is concerned.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.” Kai eyed him intently. “You don’t really want to be here. Just admit it.”

Breck clenched his jaw. “If I wanted to be somewhere else, I fucking would be.”

“You sure about that?” Kai sounded irritated. “You sure you wouldn’t rather be off bouncing your ball?”

Breck stiffened. “I play six days a week. I think I’m good.”

Kai crossed his arms. “So then you’re tired. Have overextended yourself.”

“I’m fine.”

“Then prove it,” Kai’s gaze hardened, “and stop wasting my time. I’m not here to entertain you. This isn’t a daycare.”

Daycare?Oh no, he didn’t.

Breck seethed. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Yes… I did.” Kai stared him down. “Why? Getting angry again? Gonna throw another tantrum?”

Breck fisted his hands.

Kai frowned and shook his head. “Where’s this king you all go on about? I see no scepter. No golden crown. Just a hole in your pretty face that needs a binky.”

A binky? A fucking pacifier?

Breck lunged, not thinking, just reacting, tugging from memory a move Tad used whenever they roughhoused. Ramming Kai’s gut with his shoulder, he snapped his arms around his thighs, then pile-drove him backward with all his might.

Kai hit the mat.

Breck followed him down hard, momentum landing him square atop Kai’s muscular chest. Breath left them in a rush, the haze of his fury evaporating. Then, just like that, their new position doorbell’ed his junk.

Ding-dong!

Oh, no.

Breck froze, his rapidly-hardening dick pressing against Kai’s abs.

Kai stilled and met his gaze, his dark eyes glittering with an indiscernible light. “Jeja…” he murmured. “So this is why… The reason you’re always so distracted when we spar.”

“I’m not distracted!” Fuck. Breck could feel his cheeks heating.

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