A hand that was not his brother’s landed on his shoulder. Rocky reacted instinctively, grabbing it in a firm grip and whirling them both so that the owner slammed hard against the lockers. The surprised feminine gasp had him changing their momentum to a controlled shove instead, one hand bringing her arm behind her to trap against the small of her back so that she arched into him, taking most of the impact on her shoulders. HIs other hand landed beside her head, instead of on her neck as he originally had intended. He moved in close, shoving one hard thigh between her legs to limit her range of motion.
“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.