“Oh no.” I took a sip, stomach unsettled.
Stopping in front of us, he ran a hand through his messy hair. “A pure and a half got into it. Chairs and desks ended up broken.” He looked at Seth, expression distant. “I don’t see this getting any better.”
“Me neither.” He turned to me, flicking his finger off the bottle. “You need to drink more.” Turning back to Luke, he didn’t see the face I made at him. “What do you think Marcus is going to do about it?”
He shrugged. “What can he do? Separating us isn’t going to help anything. I told Deacon I didn’t want him running around. I know he can take care of himself, but he…he tends to be a bit too optimistic about things.”
“True,” Seth murmured.
The comment about Deacon struck me as odd, but the guys were obviously ready to get back to training. I screwed the lid on the water and set it aside. With Luke here, we practiced more blocking techniques until I felt like I couldn’t lift my arms. Then we moved onto breaking holds.
Something else I wasn’t particularly great at.
I started with Luke, who did a front hold with his arms around my mine, capturing them against my sides. There were a couple of ways to get out of the hold. I could throw my weight back by lifting my legs, hoping to throw the attacker off balance. Or I could throw my weight forward, bringing the attacker with me, but that required getting my legs positioned right, and it wasn’t like Luke was going to stand there and let me do it.
“You’ve got to stop treating Luke like he’s Luke.” Seth stood on the sidelines, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re holding back.”
“I am not.”
Behind me, Luke chuckled. “Yeah, you are.” I shot him a look over my shoulder.
He raised his brows. “There are a lot of things you could’ve done at this point. Stomped on my foot. Or slammed the back of your head into mine.”
Well, he had a point there, but…
Seth cocked his head to the side and waited.
“Shit,” I muttered crossly. They were right. I didn’t want to hurt Luke.
“You’ve got to let go of that, Joe.” Seth moved forward, unfolding his arms. “If you can’t, this is pointless.”
Our eyes met, and Seth didn’t have to say it. I saw it in his gaze. There was a huge part of him that didn’t think I was capable of doing any of this. I looked over his shoulder at the wall of weapons and there was a mental recoil that hadn’t faded from the first time I’d seen all the knives. If I was being honest with myself, there was also a part of me that was unsure.
Christ.
I could do this. I had to do this.
Luke’s arms were still around me, and I… Hell with it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I kicked my head back. The top of my skull connected with Luke’s chin. Pain flared, rippling across my scalp, but Luke’s arms immediately dropped.
“Dammit.” He staggered back at step. “You’ve got a hard fucking head.”
Rubbing the back of said head, I turned to him, grinning. He was moving his jaw in circles. “I’ll take that as a compliment I—”
Seth’s arm circled my neck from behind, cutting off my words. “Now how are you going to get out of this?” His voice was a whisper in my ear.
For a moment, I was frozen. His body pressed against mine and that was the closest we’d been since this morning, when he’d been on me, literally on top of me, and I had been totally nude.
Oh dear.
Images flooded me. Immediately, I felt my cheeks heat. Once my brain went there, it really went there.
“Are you just going to stand here?” Seth asked, his voice sounding rougher.
I snapped out of it. Across from us, Luke stopped messing with his jaw and was watching. I shifted my hips as I gripped his arms, spreading my legs so one of them was between Seth’s. The position would enable me to steady myself in preparation to flip him, but the position also put me in direct contact with Seth’s… um, his lower parts.
He was so not unaffected by this.
I let myself acknowledge that and get all girly for a second, and then I realized I had a huge opportunity here. He was also distracted, which was rare. I hadn’t yet been able to break any of his holds and this was my chance. Gripping his arms tight, I threw my weight forward, bending at the waist.
Bad move.
My rear pushed back into his hips and his soft groan in my ear threw me off. I shifted my hips to the side, knocking my weight off balance, and Seth followed as his arms loosened around my neck. He shifted, and all the weight was forced to my right leg. It caved.
And down we went.
Falling face first, I threw out my arms and caught myself before I planted my cheek into the mat. Seth came down on top of me, his arms hitting the mat next to mine. His legs were tangled in mine, and the position we were in, it made the tips of my ears burn and my belly tightened.
“Nice,” Luke commented.
Seth lifted up so I could roll onto my back. Staring up at him, I felt the breath catch in my throat. His eyes were on fire—a bright, luminous tawny color. The shorter strands of his hair had slipped free, brushing his cheeks. The moment our eyes met, I couldn’t move. A slow smile crept over his lips. “You guys okay?” Luke called.
Seth ignored the comment as he tracked his gaze over my face, lingering over my mouth. The tightening in my belly dropped lower.
“Ya’ll need some help?”
The look on Seth’s face was easily readable. It begged a very important question. If we ignored Luke long enough, would he go away?