My cock twitches more and I try to think of everything I've ever used to get rid of an erection. I clear my throat. We should start sparring, that will get my focus on something else other than her body. "Turn around, with your back toward me."
A frown pulls at her lips again as she stops stepping closer to me.
I want to put my shirt back on but having mine off is a show of solidarity for her to keep her sweater off and not overheat.
She turns her back toward me and I step up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Say you're walking alone, and someone does this to you. They walk up behind you, grab you by the shoulder, and yank you back." I do so. "What is your first instinct?"
Her left elbow comes back and tries to hit me in the stomach, but my arm is long enough it keeps her from being able to make enough contact for it to hurt.
"Good, try. But let's do that again. This time I want you to slam your foot into mine, the turn to elbow me. Move back into the first position."
She does and I move to grab her by the shoulder. She stomps on my foot behind her and then uses the movement to slam her elbow into my stomach, forcing me to stumble back.
Part of me had wondered if she would be afraid of hurting me and she wouldn't give it her all, but I'm happy to see that isn't the case.
She stops and looks at me and I nod. "That was very good, Gwen. Powerful first try. Now, those two steps might be enough to deter some, but it won't work every time. This time after you elbow me, I want you to use the heel of your dominant hand and slam it into my nose. The pain from breaking it should make anyone stop chasing you long enough for you to get away and toward people. Always go toward people. Witnesses will make anyone stop."
She nods and resumes the first position.
I grab her again and she does all the moves but stops from making contact with my face. The heel of her palm stops just as it touches the tip of my nose and she pulls back.
I blink at her. "Why did you stop?"
"Did you really want me to break your nose for the sake of training? I don't want to give you a crooked nose when you have such a handsome face. I don't think you could pull it off like Owen Wilson."
I laugh. "I suppose not. But that was good. Excellent for your first try and your control is impressive. Not many would be able to stop that close to making contact."
Her chest swells as she beams. "I've always been a fast learner, and I liked sports and anything physical as a kid." She frowns. "I'd been begging my parents to let me take karate, but they were worried about finding a teacher who was okay with me being mute since I couldn't give verbal notice if there's something wrong. I'm sure I could've worked around that, they were just being overprotective."
I wish they would've, even the basic karate would've been good enough to keep her from being taken that day. She could've gotten out of their hold and ran off.
I nod. "Well, I can teach you now. Since you picked that up faster than I was expecting, we'll move onto a frontal attack. Move back a step or two but continue to face me."
She does so. I try not to let my gaze go to her breasts, again. They look like the perfect size. Perky and just enough to get a small handful. "I want you to do the first thing that comes to your mind to get out of my grasp. You seem to have a good instinct, let it lead you."
I reach forward and grab her wrist yanking her toward me. Her free hand lands on my chest as she falls into me. She stares up at me with wide eyes for a second, and her fingers flex against me. Something passes over her eyes and for a moment it almost looks like she wants to kiss me, her gaze goes to my lips before she pushes off my chest and twists her body, so that she goes under my arm and yanks her wrist from my grasp.
Fuck, I'm hard, and in sweat pants, there's no real way for me to hide it. I'm not small enough to just pull at my pants and make it hidden by a crease of the material.
"How was that?"
It takes me a second to catch up to what she said. "That was good!"
Maybe if we keep training, she won't notice, and we can act like it's not happening. Or maybe she'll hit me in the balls and the damn thing can die down.
She jumps around doing a victory dance and acting like she's the greatest fighting champion to ever live. She looks at me. "I think I know what I want to do for a living."
I cock my head to the side. "Don't you want to be a fashion designer? You've mentioned that. I still think you could do it if that's what you want to."
She shakes her head. "That's what I wanted to be when I was a kid. I'm not that person anymore. I still like fashion, but I don't think I could ever be comfortable in that world. What you look like matters. No, I know what I want to be now. I want to be like you, a hitman."
I shake my head. "No. Absolutely not."
She frowns. "Why not? You said I'm quick at picking up on fighting. If you taught me how to be like you, no one could ever touch me again unless I wanted them to. I could take out people like the ones that hurt me. It would be evening the scale. We could work on my list together."
My thoughts go to Rosalie, my little sister who just graduated to solo assignments. She's a beast, but also harder to break through to. She's on guard all the time, and ready to pick fights at the drop of a hat. I don't want Gwen to turn into her. "I'll teach you how to defend yourself, but I won't teach you how to kill people. It's not something you just decide to do one day and go for it. It's never easy."
I say that, even though I took way too much joy in taking Joe out of this world.
