Fighting for Us (Bailey Brothers, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

She shoved her knee into my gut, using me as leverage to get her hips free. I grunted again, scrambling to regain control. Damn, she was fast. And slippery. Not because she was sweaty—she moved like a cat. Every time I thought I had a solid hold, she contorted out of it somehow. Suddenly, she went on the offensive. Pushing against me again, she moved her hips backward. I tried to counter, but she used my momentum against me. Her body twisted and she hooked an arm around one of my legs. Next thing I knew, my face was smashed into the mat and I was rolling onto my back. Using my surprise to her advantage, she straddled my hips, sinking her body weight onto me. She planted her palms in the center of my chest and before I could react, she twisted off, her ass landing on the mat right beside me. And she had my arm. Clamping my upper arm between her thighs, she threw herself backward, stretching it out as she went. I had no leverage in this position. I needed to turn into her so I could keep a bend in my elbow, but it was too late. Her legs pushed my upper body down while she quickly increased the pressure on my arm. Holy shit. It didn’t matter how much bigger I was. She could break my arm like this.