They circled each other. She kept her eyes on Drake the whole time, refusing to let anything distract her. He made a move toward her; she turned to the right and evaded his grasp. While she had the momentum, Jinx shoved at his back and pushing him away from her. Even though she shoved hard, Drake moved back only a little. Years of training had taught Jinx that her strength wasn’t going to help her against someone as big and strong as Drake. She would have to be smart about her moves.
They moved again, like magnets with opposing ends. He would swing, she would avoid. She would take jabs, he received those jabs as if they were nothing. The whole while Jinx was watching and learning how he moved; his technique, if he had any tells—he did. Drake would turn his head slightly in the direction he planned to move right before moving. It was only for a split second, but she noted he did it every time. She could use it to her advantage.
When he recovered, his head turned right then Drake lunged. Jinx quickly moved left, but she was ready for him. She turned and jumped on his back, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Jinx put her finger on his neck.
“Gotcha!”
Drake frowned. How did she do that? “Let’s move on to me attacking from behind.”
After Jinx hopped off of him and watched as Drake walked over to a panel on the wall and slowly dimmed the lighting.
“What are you doing?”
“I think we’ll up the stakes, make it a little harder for you. Turn your back to me.” He turned the lights completely off.
She took a deep breath and listened. The steps approaching were so soft, she almost didn’t hear them. Then they just stopped, but she couldn’t tell how far away he was. It wasn’t until she felt his breath on her neck that she knew he had her.
Drake’s warm, strong arms wrapped around her body. He whispered, “Gotcha.”
Jinx struggled, even though she knew it would be fruitless. Or was it? Jinx had a few moves of her own. Dropping down to the floor, Jinx went limp, making herself dead weight. Drake was so surprised by the sudden move he grunted, gasping for air.
Quick as a flash, Jinx rolled toward his legs and knocked him down while she jumped up. He was on his stomach, so she took her finger and stabbed his fine ass. “No baby, I got you.”
A chuckle rang out toward the entrance of the gym. A few seconds later, the lights flickered on. Standing there was an attractive man in prime physique, dressed in a cowboy outfit. He whistled. “Hey Drake, that little lady sure did get you good in the ass.”
“Shut up Jackson and get out. I’m training the newbie.” Drake motioned for the male to leave.
Jinx turned from checking out the sexy cowboy to glaring at Drake. She had done self-defense classes since she was sixteen. “I overcame you twice.”
Drake shrugged, “Lucky break.”
“Lucky my ass,” Jinx snapped.
Drake didn’t stand up but instead got up on his knees. “The mat exercise won’t be as easy.”
Jinx followed him down to the mat feeling that she was at an extreme disadvantage. Even on his knees, Drake towered over her. This was not always her best exercise—the mat. Basically they would wrestle until the other person gave in. The men she had practiced with back home were a lot smaller than Drake.
Drake reached for her arms, but she rolled on her side to the left then sprang back up. When he lunged toward her, Jinx tried rolling to the right, but Drake was prepared for that. Catching her foot, he pulled her to him and flipped her to her back. He quickly covered her body with his. He grabbed her wrists when she tried to punch him and pulled her hands up over her head, pinning them to the mat.
Smiling down at her Drake chuckled. “Do you give up little one?”
Jinx struggled against him, trying to throw him. But instead of discovering a weakness, she felt swelling cock pressing against her stomach. Oh God, he was aroused. She froze, assessing their situation. Her legs were open because his wide hips were wedged in there to keep her from bucking him off and breaking free.
Looking up into his eyes, Jinx saw that flare of desire. She liked the feel of him on her. She couldn’t help thinking of being with him in this same position—but naked. Her body responded to her naughty thoughts, nipples tightening. Her pussy felt needy, pulsing with a heartbeat of its very own. Her eyes glanced down at his lips, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him again. Would it be the same as before, or better?
She must have said that out loud because he smiled. “I have been wondering the same thing,” Drake whispered as he lowered his head to place his lips on hers.
Jinx opened to him with no resistance. How do you fight a tornado? It struck unexpectedly and left devastation behind. That was how his kiss made her feel, knocking the world out from under her and leaving her feeling...devastated with need. Groaning with pleasure, she arched into him and sucked on his tongue. The flavor of him was delicious. She couldn’t seem to get enough. Her hands were freed when he moved his hands down her body, cupping her breasts before he took hold of her hips. Drake pressed his cock against her pussy and they both moaned at the contact.
“Whoa my man!Mytraining assessment wasneverlike that.” The cowboy’s voice called out.
Drake pulled back and growled at Jackson. “I thought I told you to leave.”
“Yep, you did. Just thought ya ought ta know that the others are coming down stairs right now.” The cowboy winked before turning and leaving.
They pulled apart. Drake stood up gingerly. “You’re done for the day.”
“Wait, what about my tracking assessment?” Jinx asked, trying to shake the desire off.
He was already walking away, “Tomorrow. We’ll finish this tomorrow.”
Then he was gone and she stood there trembling with need. Her nipples were hard, her palms sweaty. She had to clamp her legs together to keep from falling. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized that she was holding. That male was dangerous to her equilibrium.
