The Distance Between Us | Eric Coulter

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Eric leads me into an adjoining room that was finished with a much fancier-looking mat in the middle of the room.

As we stepped onto the mat, Eric releases me with a small shove that makes me stumble forward and I turn to glare at the asshole.

"Go on," He crosses his arms over his chest, "Show me what you've got."

At his request- though it sounded more like an order- I stepped forward, curling my hand into a fist and swinging at his face.

My knuckles collided with his jaw and a sharp pain shoots up my hand all the way up my elbow.

I tried to hold it in, but gave in eventually, shaking my hand out and cursing under my breath. "What the fuck is your jaw made out of? Fucking metal?"

Eric smirks at me, having barely moved an inch as if I hadn't just punched him- mind you, I thought it was a pretty solid punch- in the jaw and tuts, "Now, now. That isn't grappling, Aurora."

I shoot him another withering glare as he simply continues to smirk at me. "Fuck you, Eric."

"We'll get to that in a minute," He replies smoothly, "Training first."

"You're highly optimistic, aren't you?" I shot back, "What in the world makes you think I'm falling into bed with you again?"

His eyes smother as he takes a step closer to me, invading my senses with the smell of what I was sure was his aftershave.

"Well, first of all, I'm not planning on taking you to bed at all. The mat will suffice," He states so casually as if he was merely talking about the weather, "Secondly, I think you enjoyed it too much to pass it up."

I roll my eyes at him, folding my arms to mimic his stance which makes him look mighty intimidating and I figured I could use some of that since nothing I did seemed to have any effect on Eric.

"So?" He urged, "I'm waiting."

I don't make a move at first, wanting to throw him off guard.

Then, I slide down, wrapping my hands around the backs of his knees and pushing my shoulder into him just like Four had shown us...but I suspect the only reason I'd managed to take Eric down is because he let me seeing as to how he was an immovable wall one minute and sprawled out on his back the next.

I pulled back to call him out on it but he stops me, asking, "What's the next step?"

Coming up blank, I must've hesitated a minute too long, because the next thing I know, Eric had me flat on my back and pinned under him.

"Focus!" He scolds, "How do you escape?"

I buck my hips, throwing Eric off balance and seize the opening to gain the upper hand by transitioning into a Mount position, just like Four had demonstrated. Unfortunately for me, this felt less like grappling and more like...well, fucking.

"Fuck," Eric curses under his breath as if he could sense my arousal.

It seemed like he had sincerely wanted to train me- well...up to this point that is.

My breath hitches when Eric's long fingers grip my hips, grinding my core down on him and letting me get a feel of exactly how hard he was.