Page 59 of Drawn Together

“With this hand,” he said, lifting his right, “grab the shirt, tight.” I was immobilized, my head against his. “Then you push your feet into my hips,” he said, simulating the movement with his knees, “and cross your left arm… like this.” As he did this, my head was trapped between his crossed arms. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t do anything. “The next step is to apply pressure.” He did so, and I understood.

Two seconds later, he released me, and I gasped desperately for air.

“Did you get it?”

I nodded, rubbing my neck. “Would that really work on someone like you?”

Sebastian took me by the waist and lifted us both to our feet in one motion. “On someone of my size, yes. On someone like me, no.”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “A little arrogant, aren’t you?”

“Give me the shirt and lie down,” he said, ignoring my joke, seeming to want to get the lesson over with as quickly as possible.

I took off his shirt and threw it at him. Why did he have to be such an asshole?

I lay down, and before I knew it, he was kneeling between my legs.

Annoyed by his indifferent attitude, considering that he was on top of me—Fuck!—I tugged on him hard, taking the lessons seriously for the first time. My left hand lifted his shirt—my fingers grazing his bare skin, wishing I could dig my nails in and cover his mouth with mine—as my right hand gripped his neck tightly.

“Now grab—”

“I know,” I interrupted, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pushing my feet against his hips and crossing my arms until I had him trapped on top of me.

“Very good…” he said, his brown eyes so serious and his mouth once again so close that his breath mingled with mine.

I pressed my arms together and saw the effects up close. I could choke anyone this way…

I released him and felt proud of myself to see that he was coughing and struggling for air.

Once he recovered, he placed his palms on either side of my head, and I could see equal pride in his eyes.

“Good work, Elephant.”

My breathing picked up, and his gaze moved to my mouth as I unconsciously licked my lips, imagining all the other things that could be done from that position.

“Class is over,” he then said, jumping up in one agile motion and killing any type of fantasy that might be going through my mind.

I closed my eyes, trying to get my feelings under control.When I finally opened them, I was irritated to see that he was still standing over me.

“I should shower and get dressed for dinner,” I said, ignoring his extended hand in offering.

Sebastian simply nodded and went to pick up the gloves he’d thrown on the floor earlier.

“Do you promise to stay out of trouble while I work out for a while?”

I threw him a glance over my shoulder, already starting up the stairs.

“I can’t promiseyouanything.”

I took the longest bath in history, and I told Lupita that I didn’t feel like going down for dinner. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, much less Sebastian, who had left me as horny as a teenager, with nothing I could do about it. I needed to get some fresh air to clear my head, and try to forget about my fucking bodyguard.

Shortly after midnight, I leaned out my window and climbed down the willow tree that had served as a ladder for me my entire life. I crossed the backyard and passed the pool to the stables. I couldn’t help but look back, making sure no one was following me, that no one had noticed I was leaving the house on my own.

The stables were clean and empty except for the sound of the horses in their stalls and the whisper of the wind. I found Philippe asleep in his, but he woke up as soon as he heard me approach.

“Hello, cutie. Do you want to go for a ride in the moonlight? Do you?” I said, talking to him like a baby as I opened the door to lead him over to the saddles. I laughed as he whinnied in response.

Unfortunately for me, we didn’t make it past his stall.