Page 141 of Hearts Storm

When his mouth twitches, I know I’ve got him. “You’re on.”

Unbeknownst to the rest of the room, Logan and I get into position, ready to square off.

My biceps flex as I prepare to launch myself.

Logan’s competitive streak runs deeper than the Grand Canyon, so I know he’s going to give this everything he’s got.

“Hey, Rey?” Reyna looks up from where she’s showing Taylor how to point his toes. “Can you show me that spin one more time?”

Ice-blue eyes meet mine as she shakes her head. God, she’s gorgeous. And confident. And powerful. Not to mention completely in control of my libido. It’s more than a struggle to keep my dick from thickening in my shorts.

“Watch closely, boys.” She gets into position. “Hands at shoulder height, dominant foot planted, then push off and swing your outside leg around.”

She executes the spin flawlessly, body arcing in a graceful curve before she lands with barely a sound.

“Got it?”

“Yup. Thanks.” I shoot Logan a cocky grin. “Ready to eat my dust?”

He just grunts, getting himself into position. I can practically see the gears turning in his stubborn head.

I wrap my hands around the pole. “On three?”

“Just fucking do it,” he grumbles.

Taking a deep breath, we each plant our right foot, pushing off at the same time.

Adrenaline surges in my veins as I fly through the air, and there’s a second where I’m sure I’m going to fall on my ass. But the arc of my spin is clean, and I come down, landing solidly on my feet.

“Holy shit! I did it!”

Reyna comes over and gives me a high-five. “Awesome job!”

My shit-eating grin practically splits my face in two when I turn, just in time to see Logan bite the dust, ass hitting the mat so hard, I swear I can feel it in my own tailbone.

Everyone erupts into cheers.

“Oof!”

“Rough landing, Cap!”

“Better luck next time!”

Chest heaving, Logan falls back against the mat, sweat glistening on his forehead as he glares up at the mirrored ceiling.

“Nice try, bud,” I say, bending over to thump his chest. “Looks like someone’s going to get the helicopter ride of her life.”

Eyes full of what can only be construed as murderous intent, Logan’s hand shoots up, locking around my wrist like a vice.

“Oh, shit⁠—”

Giving me no time to react, he hooks his foot behind my ankle and my legs go out from under me. I hit the mat beside him with a loud grunt, knocking the air right out of my lungs.

“Motherfucker,” I wheeze, rolling onto my side.

“Alright, you two!” Standing over us, hands on her hips, Reyna whisper-shouts, “This is not a wrestling ring.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I mutter, pushing myself to my feet.