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“If I thought it would do any good, I would. But it wouldn’t help." She started to take off her gloves, and I rushed to stop her. If she took off the gloves, this was over. She would go back to hating me. And it felt good to have a truce.
"Want to see what I’ve learned in the last couple weeks?" I rushed to say.
She laughed. "Lock, we're both tired."
I tossed her the pads. “Go on. I can take it. You've taught me well."
She lifted a brow. “You recognize having the pads is for your benefit, right?"
"Are you scared?"
“I'm not scared, Lock." She pressed her lips firmly together, and I could see when she decided. “Fine. If you can put me down, you get the gym. How's that?"
"And if I can't?"
“You go find somewhere else to take out your frustrations."
This was going to end badly. I could feel it.
She bounced around me a little. That was one thing she always did when she was fighting someone bigger than herself. Whenever she fought someone more her size, there was a lot less dancing. When she got one of us larger men, she always danced a little. As if forcing herself to be springy and light and quick on her feet. She faked to the right.
A move I was well acquainted with. As she did so, I hooked my foot behind hers and pulled forward, making her lose her balance. She was headed for a fall down onto the padded mats, but I wrapped my arms around her to hold her steady. “It's no fun if you're not trying."
She shoved my shoulders. “I am trying."
"Try harder, Saff."
She smiled at me and lunged. She came at me quick with kicks and a flying knee jump.
I caught her knee easily and tossed her on the ground.
When I reached for her, she easily rolled out of the way and flipped out a kick, catching me in the shin just below the knee. I stumbled but didn't fall.
Before I could even right myself she was on her feet, and using my leg as a ladder, she launched herself up, hooking the other leg around my back and her arm around my neck.
From behind, her legs wrapped around my waist. In my ear, her breath was warm and her voice was soft. I could feel every pant. I could feel her heart rate against my back as well as her breasts. In my ear, she whispered, “Come on, give up."
She wasn't squeezing hard enough, and she knew it. If she’d wanted to, she could have had me out in seconds just by holding the chokehold a little tighter.
"Never." I dropped my other knee, rolled her on her back, and delivered an elbow that forced her to release me. I rolled on top of her, grabbing her by the wrists and putting my whole weight on her torso. "Stop fucking moving, or you will hurt yourself."
“Fuck you, Lock."
“I know you're missing it too."
She tried to buck me up with her hips. But at that angle, all she was doing was bringing her hips in contact with my dick.
The more she did it, the more I clenched my jaw to stop a moan from escaping.
Her eyes went wide when she realized that I was growing. Thickening. She lifted her hips again. This time her motion was more of a hip roll, and a little moan escaped her lips. “Fuck," she whispered.
I knew I should release her. I was playing with fire. But I just couldn't find the fucks to give.
I leaned forward, close to her lips. “Yield."
She lifted at her chin, even though she was at a disadvantage. "Never."
And this time when she lifted her hips, she deliberately undulated along the length of my dick.
