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“Sorry.” He reached for the door of the training room and led her inside. He flipped on the lights, illuminating the dark weight room. There was a thick blue mat at the edge of the room where they trained the boys in self-defense, which was why he’d wanted to bring her here.
She unzipped her Sac State sweatshirt and draped it over one of the weight benches. Underneath was a purple loose-fitting tank top that, when she turned, showed off a scooped neckline and an inch of cleavage.
God help him.
“So, where do we start?” she asked.
Oh, the responses he had to that question would definitely send her running from him.
Looking everywhere but her impressive chest, he went to the mat, expecting her to follow.
“How about we stretch first, so we don’t pull anything.”
Blake showed her basic stretches for her arms, legs, hamstrings, and neck. As they did them, he talked, trying to sound as professional as possible.
“The first thing we’re going to talk about is prevention. Don’t put yourself in a vulnerable position. Try not to walk alone to your car at night, if you can help it, be aware of your surroundings, and if you are unable to avoid a confrontation, make sure that you remain passive until you are ready to strike. What you did with that gunman, giving him exactly what he wanted, was the right move.”
She shot him a small grateful smile. “I have to admit, it didn’t feel that way at the time.”
“When you’ve got a gun trained on you at point-blank range, there’s not much you can do, and it’s important to wait for the right moment, especially if it’s more than just you. The goal of self-defense is to cause your attacker the maximum amount of damage with the least amount of force so that you can remove yourself from the situation. And remember to use what you have. Walking to your car, place your biggest key between your knuckles. With enough force behind it, it can be used as a weapon, especially on soft areas like the eyes, neck, and stomach.”
She looked up at him from where she was bent at the waist, her caramel ponytail trailing across the floor. “That’s actually a really good tip.”
Sweat broke out over his forehead as Hannah’s shirt rode up, exposing her plump rear end pointing sky-high. Blake was so tempted to walk around her, maybe use a ruse about checking her form just to press against her, but this wasn’t a date or a hookup or anything. Hannah had asked for his help, and he was being a horny asshole who couldn’t think beyond the hard-on in his pants.
Just keep talking about self-defense. Don’t look at her, don’t think about her . . . concentrate.
“If they are wearing thick, baggy clothing or jeans, it won’t penetrate it, so you want to look for exposed areas. Once you get free, run and find help.”
She stood up, and he showed her how to stretch her arm across her form, ignoring the way it pressed her breasts up. Brownie points for him.
“What about pepper spray?” she asked.
“You’re more likely to have that turned around on you. A loud personal alarm or pocket-size air horn is good. It draws attention to the attack, and the air horn can damage his hearing enough that you can get away. The ears and eyes are some of the most vulnerable spots on the body. There’s also this thing called a monkey fist you can put on your key chain, and when it hits, I’m told it packs quite a punch.”
“I thought the most vulnerable spot on a guy was . . . ”
She trailed off, and he could tell where she’d been going with the sentence by the blush on her cheeks.
“Yeah, that hurts, too, but like I said, baggy jeans can make it sometimes hard to get to, although if he’s attacking you from behind, reaching back and squeezing the hell out of his nuts is a good way to make him weak.” Blake didn’t want to think about the pain associated with that particular move, but he’d promised to show her the best ways to defend herself, and unfortunately, the groin’s fragility was just part of the lesson. “If you’re stretched out, let’s try a couple of moves. Come up behind me and wrap your arm around my neck.”
Hannah came around his back as he dropped to his knees.
“Oh, I was wondering how I was going to do that, since you tower over me.”
“Hey, I’m always thinking ahead. Go ahead and wrap your arm around my chest.”
Only Blake hadn’t prepared himself for the press of Hannah’s breasts against his back or her warm breath against his ear.
“And now?”
Blake’s cock stirred at the low tone, and he almost reached up and flipped her over his shoulder. Then, when he had her dazed and gazing up at him from the mat, he’d lean down and get a taste of that plump, pink bottom lip of hers.
Instead, he tried to think about anything else. Airplanes. Cotton balls. Jenny.
That sobering thought nearly did the trick.
“Now, if someone ever gets you in a hold like this, you have three seconds to get him off. So, from this position, the best thing you can do is shift to whichever side is opposite your writing hand and reach back—”
