“What the hell?” he snapped. “Why were you sneaking up on me?”
Amelia “Mia” Blackwell raised her chin defiantly, her dark eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t sneaking up on you! I was approaching like any normal person, and about to speak when you grabbed me It’s not my fault that you have ninja like reflexes!”
“Ninja reflexes. Not ninja like.”
They broke their glaring contest to look at Colt, leaning casually against the lockers next to them.
“What?” Mia frowned, bewildered.
“We actually are ninjas. Been training since we were six or so. Most people know me as Chris, but I’m Colt, by the way. The strong, silent, and grumpy type there is my brother Rocky. And you’re Mia Blackwell.”
Mia turned back to the boy in front of her and raised her brows. “Is this where I make some ironic comment about being stuck between a rock and hard place?” She drawled, deliberately provocative, and watched his eyes darken with interest and temper at the challenge. “Colt, will you please tell your brother that I didn’t sneak up on him so that he will let me go?”
“She’s right, Rock.” He obligingly said, his voice full of humour. “She was being normal. You’re just a bit hyper aware, that’s all.”
“Colt.” Rocky warned through gritted teeth, which only made his brother’s amusement grow.
Colt knew his brother. They had trained together from the age of six, fought side by side numerous times, and still sparred as needed. He knew Rocky’s quirks and tendencies, and his ingrained ability to assess-think-react. The fact that this girl had managed to get under his skin and somehow rile his instincts like no one else – as not even Colt had managed to do – was driving Rocky crazy, Colt knew.
“What do you want, Mia?” Rocky sighed, backing off slightly. “I don’t have time for games.”
“But you’re so much fun to play with.” She said mockingly. “Actually, I came over to help you with your impending stalker problem,” she nodded down the hallway. “But it seems that she chickened out for the moment, so crisis averted.” She glanced again, and her eyes widened. “Oh wait – spoke too soon. Ugh – don’t move!” She snapped, grabbing Rocky’s arm to hold him place. “Colt, get lost. Rocky, kiss me.”
“What?!?!” They both exclaimed.
She huffed. “I don’t have time to explain right now. Just do it!” She latched her hand around the nape of Rocky’s neck, pulling his head down to hers. His lips remained passive against her own, which wouldn’t do at all. She nipped demandingly at him, before flicking her tongue out to tease and entice. That worked enough to coax him into softening his mouth and jaw. She increased her efforts, still nibbling and licking as she surged forward to press up against him in a full body, nose to toes contact.
Rocky didn’t know why she was kissing him, but he wasn’t about to waste the breath to find out. Not when he could use that breath instead to breath her in and swallow her surprised gasp as he suddenly came alive, his large hands skimming down her sides to land low and heavy on her hips, his fingertips spread wide and skimming lightly over her ass, which tightened. He leaned into her, pressing her back into the locker and causing her to arch into him, forcing her up on her toes. She tried to pull back to breathe, to regroup and take control but he wouldn’t let her, instead giving her his own breath, chasing it into her mouth with his tongue to curl around hers in a decadent, toe curling kiss.