by Cassie Cole
13
Finn
The great thing about working at Rocky Mountain Fitness was they were a data-driven organization. The wrist-monitoring systems kept track of all activities and heart rate at all times, which gave us personal trainers a wealth of information to review.
I loved reviewing client data. Watching the numbers change over time, either increasing or decreasing, depending on the activity. I wondered if this was how accountants felt when they looked at Excel spreadsheets.
The tablet attached to my wrist also notified me when my clients began a certain activity. That way I was always aware of who was in the gym, and what they were doing. As soon as the notification popped up on my work tablet for Kat, I switched over to her page. She had just scanned-in at the pool. So she was going to try that after all.
“Looking good, Lisa,” I told my client as she moved on the elliptical. “That’s the pace you want to keep, right there. Don’t go any faster.”
I kept an eye on Kat’s heartrate as she began her workout. It climbed to one hundred and twenty beats-per-minute, then stayed around there. That was good.
“Watch your speed, Lisa,” I warned. “You’re creeping up into the aerobic zone. This is just a recovery day, remember?”
“Sorry, Finn! Sometimes these old legs just want to go!”
I continued focusing on Lisa, but I kept an eye on Kat’s progress too. She had already swam six hundred meters in the pool. Twenty-four laps. Not bad for someone who hadn’t swam in fifteen years.
Suddenly Kat’s heart rate increased. It climbed to one-thirty. Then one-forty. I frowned at my tablet and switched over to her historical data. One-forty was where she normally kept her heart rate while jogging. Her swimming heart rate should have been much lower than her other cardio, because it was easier for the heart to pump blood while they were horizontal. The fact that it kept increasing was alarming…
I wondered if I should check on her, to make sure she was okay.
“How do I look?” Lisa asked.
“Still looking good. Keep it up,” I said absently.
Just before reaching one-fifty, Kat’s heart rate finally evened out. Then it began dropping. She must have been doing a sprint in the pool, or something like that.
I finished helping Lisa, but I kept a close eye on the tablet as well. As soon as I received the notification that Kat had checked-out of the pool area, I excused myself and left the cardio area.
I went into the lobby area and chatted with Brian, one of the front desk guys. Just making conversation to kill time until I saw Kat leave the gym. A few minutes later, she exited out of the locker room. But rather than having changed into street clothes, she was still wearing her swim suit.
“Oh, hey Kat,” I said. “Finally gave the pool a spin?”
She took one step into the lobby and winced. “Yeah. But I think I overdid it.” She tried another step and abruptly limped.
I leaped forward and put an arm around her. “You okay?”
“It’s my left leg,” she said. “I was fine until I got to the locker room, and then I felt a sharp pain.”
“Let’s get you upstairs and take a look.”
With an arm around her waist, I helped Kat to the elevator. From there we limp-walked to the Rejuvenation Lounge, and then into one of the private massage rooms.
I helped her up onto the massage table, then ran to grab a sports drink from the Nutrition Bar. “Drink this,” I told her when I got back.
She obeyed and took a long gulp. “You think it might just be a cramp?”
“We’ll know in a few minutes. Where does it hurt?”
I was suddenly aware that her bathing suit was very revealing. It was a one-piece made for swimming fast, and it hugged her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore. Especially as she spread her legs and touched the inside of her thigh.
“Right here.”
“That’s your adductor muscle. If you were swimming, kicking up and down might aggravate that muscle group.”
She tilted her head back and groaned at the ceiling. “No! I can’t get injured right now!”
“Calm down. We don’t know that you’re injured.”
“I don’t want any set-backs,” she said, afraid. “Going to the gym is the only thing going right in my life right now. If I have to take a break…”
I made shushing sounds. “Just try to relax. Let me know when I reach the spot.”
I dug my two fingers into her soft skin. I didn’t need to move them very far before she sucked in her breath.
“There. Right there.”
I lessened my pressure and began rubbing in a circle. “Okay, no problem. Just keep drinking those electrolytes while I massage the area.”
She finished the sports drink, then lay flat on her back. Her auburn hair splayed out on either side of her. I could feel her quadriceps muscles tensing as I touched the affected area, but soon she relaxed and closed her eyes.
“How did you overdo it?” I asked, to break the silence.
“I swam too fast,” she said to the ceiling.
“No shit,” I said with a laugh. “But how? What made you do that?”
She sighed and said, “I was racing Brody.”
“You were what?”
“He was in the lane next to me,” she admitted. “He was faster than me, and I was feeling competitive. So I sped up to try to beat him.”
I shook my head and smiled. “Well?”
“Yeah, I know it was stupid.”
“No, I mean… Well? Did you beat him, or not?”
A smile touched her plump lips. “By an inch.”
“Atta girl.”
“It felt good to swim again, though,” she went on. “Like I had never stopped. I definitely want to keep swimming.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Putting in hours in the pool will help you catch up to Brody.”
She laughed. “I shouldn’t think about that. Being competitive is what got me into this mess.”
“Yeah, but I want bragging rights,” I told her. “If one of my clients wins this quarter, I’ll be able to rub it in all the other trainers’ faces.”
She opened one eye. “Glad your concerns are focused solely on my own fitness.”
We both chuckled together. It felt like we were friends rather than a coach and his client. We had developed a flirty rapport over the past month. Above all my other clients, I looked forward to my time with Kat the most.
Until now, I had managed to convince myself it had nothing to do with the fact that she was a beautiful woman. But with my hands on her skin, dangerously high up her thigh, it was difficult to think about anything other than her beauty.
I cleared my throat and said, “Alright, how’s that feel?”
She sat up on the table and flexed her leg out. “It’s gone! There’s no more pain!”
I sighed with relief as much as she did. “Just a cramp then. You should probably bring some electrolytes with you next time. Sip on that every few laps.”
“I will.” She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me close. “Thank you, Finn.”
I was intensely aware of her full breasts pressed tight against me, and the way her hair tickled against my shoulder. I breathed deeply, taking in her salty and flowery scent. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The only thing in my mind was Kat.
She pulled away from the hug, but kept her arms around my neck. She gazed into my eyes for a few seconds, and then she did the last thing I expected.
She kissed me.
14
Katherine
I didn’t intend to do it. It just sort of happened.
One minute I was hugging my personal trainer, elated by the realization that my leg was not injured. The next thing I knew, I was kissing him. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and his palm slid across my back, pulling me close.
And then, in the blink of an eye, I realized what I was doing.
I pulled away and gasped. “Oh no. Finn, I’m sorr
y if I…”
There was a look in his eyes as he shook his head. A hungry look, like a wolf that had decided on what he was going to eat for dinner.
“You never have to apologize to me, Kat.”
And then he was kissing me! His lips latched onto mine magnetically and his arms tightened around my body, pulling me against his broad chest. I closed my eyes and sighed into his embrace, savoring the way he felt. His tongue pushed its way inside my mouth and I accepted it eagerly, meeting it with my own.
I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed my feet against his ass, pulling him closer. The front of his compression shorts pressed against my bathing suit. He was hot like a furnace, and I could feel the thick cock just underneath the fabric, pressing into my pussy.
I wanted it desperately. I wanted him.
Finn’s animal desire matched my own, because he gave me a final rough kiss and then pulled his shorts down. His massive cock emerged into view, as hard as a steel barbell. As thick as one, too. I took a moment to admire the sight of it, glistening in the soft light of the massage room.
I hastily pulled my bathing suit aside, revealing my pussy—which was drenched for reasons other than the pool. I didn’t feel the normal amount of embarrassment at revealing myself to a guy for the first time. Finn already felt like more than just a friend.
This felt natural.
“I’ve thought about you all month,” he growled. “I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
“Me too.”
He held both of my legs out wide, then sank into me. His broad head spread my lips open, and I felt a deep, wonderful ache in my pussy as he filled me. I was shocked with how long he was—he just kept going, and going, and going, until it felt like he couldn’t fit any more of himself inside my trembling sex. Finally he reached the hilt, and he groaned as deeply as he ever had while lifting a barbell.
I paused to take in the sight of him. This monstrously muscular man, gorgeous as any Greek statue, filling every inch of my pussy while gazing back at me with eyes like hazel marbles. The sight of him was almost enough to get me off by itself.
And then he started fucking me.
His first few strokes were slow. Getting into a groove, like a weight-lifter checking their form. But he quickly increased his pace, fucking me long and deep. It felt like my loins were on fire with pleasure; the electricity between our bodies was a physical, palpable thing.
I leaned forward to kiss him again, letting my fingers drift into his dark hair. Grabbing onto a handful of it for leverage. Finn smiled lustily at me.
“Fuck, Kat. You feel better than I imagined.”
His words drove me crazy. “How many sets do you have in you?”
Finn’s smile deepened. “Three sets of eight, at least. Slow, with good form.”
I leaned closer. “Fuck your form. Fuck me.”
It was all the permission he needed, as if he had been holding himself back. He pulled his cock back and slammed it into my pussy like he really was pushing a barbell. With each thrust I felt the tremendous power of his body, the raw strength he had. And he was using it entirely on me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust my own hips forward, meeting his cock with each stroke. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my lips to his, then held my face against his. Not kissing, just gazing into my eyes while he jackhammered me like an exercise machine.
We fucked on the edge of the table like that, muffling our cries so nobody in the other room could hear.
As the pleasure built in my loins, Finn bit his lip. The vein in his neck popped out as he strained himself, fucking me harder and harder.
“I’m close,” I breathed. “Just like that… Don’t stop…”
He let out a groan. “Kat…”
“Finn…”
“I’m… coming…” he hissed.
He slammed his thick cock into me one final time, and it threw me over the edge. I craned my neck back and let out a silent scream of intense pleasure. Somehow, Finn stopped himself from roaring loudly, but the ecstasy painted on his face was obvious. His fingers gripped my hips so tight I thought he might break me—and somehow, that was the hottest thing of all.
I drank in the sight of his shuddering, throbbing orgasm until we both sank into each other, spent.
We clung to our embrace while panting. A bead of sweat ran down the back of his neck and stopped where it met my caressing fingers. His hand drifted up and down the back of my bathing suit, tracing lines in a maze only he could see.
“Well,” I finally purred. “When you said Rocky Mountain Fitness is all about the personal touch, I didn’t think you meant like that.”
I punctuated it with a giggle, but Finn didn’t laugh. In fact, his hand stopped caressing my back. His entire massive, muscular body was suddenly tense.
“Finn? What is it?”
His cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “I have to go.”
“Hey, wait a second…”
He avoided eye contact while pulling up his shorts. His cock was a thick tube inside the compression fabric, almost comical while it was semi-erect.
“I have to…” He paused and flicked his brown eyes at me for a brief moment, but then looked away.
He fled the massage room, leaving me feeling simultaneously satisfied and confused.
15
Katherine
For a few moments, I was too stunned to move. When I snapped out of my daze I fixed the bottom part of my bathing suit, clenched my inner muscles, and calmly left the massage room as if nothing were wrong.
There were three people in the Rejuvenation Lounge—one in an ice bucket, and two others in cryogenic boots—but none of them so much as looked at me.
I took a confused shower, changed into my normal clothes, and walked back to work through the snow.
“You okay, boss-lady?” Paul asked when I came through the door.
“What? Why? Everything is fine. Why do you think I’m not okay?”
“Uh. Your skin is red. Like you had a really good workout.”
Oh, I had a good workout alright.
“I swam today,” I said instead. “Different kind of exercise, so my body is adjusting.”
“Nice. I hear swimming is a great workout. Uses all the muscles, or something. Hey, is it cool if I take an early lunch? I want to swing by Gamestop and pick up the newest copy of Battlefield before it sells out.”
I frowned at him. “Can’t you download games online?”
Paul scoffed. “Yeah, if you’re a poser. I still like to get the physical copies for my collection. I have over two-thousand computer games in their original boxes.”
“Yeah, go nuts.”
He aimed two finger-guns in my direction. “Have I ever told you you’re a chill boss?”
Only for the next few months, I thought as he left. The store was dead right now. That wasn’t surprising—things were always slow compared to the holiday season. But it underscored how my store would feel when Pacifica Vinyl opened in April.
I sat behind the register and processed everything that had happened. Having sex with Finn felt totally natural. Like our friendly attitude and flirting over the last month had reached its ultimate destination. And holy crap, it was good! I hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. Maybe not in my entire life. It had happened so suddenly and unexpectedly, in a semi-public place, and the whole thing lasted just a few minutes. A sprint rather than a marathon, though we both reached the finish line either way.
That was the kind of thing girls fantasized about. It never actually happened.
Except it just had. To me.
But Finn’s reaction was pretty much the worst way a guy could have acted after coming inside of a girl. He practically ran from the room! He said he’d been thinking about me for the past month, but he must have just been caught up in the moment. Clearly, he thought he had made a huge mistake.
I had kissed my personal trainer, we fucked, and then he ran as
far away as he could.
I groaned in my chair. “You idiot, Kat!” What was I thinking? I had a good thing going with Finn. He felt like a real workout partner, someone who cared about my fitness progress and who guided me along. Our personalities meshed. And I had thrown it all away with a stupid kiss.
I punched the inside of my leg. “Thanks a lot for cramping up. Stupid muscles.”
“That’s no way to talk to your legs,” said a familiar face entering the store.
“Darryl!” I ran to my brother and hugged him. “What are you doing here?”
“A coworker has a birthday party tomorrow, and I wanted to get him something. Turns out he has a VPI Prime Signature Turntable.”
I whistled. “Fancy. What kind of music does he like?”
We spent a few minutes perusing the jazz section of the store until Darryl made a selection. Then I rang him up at the register and wrapped the record in a special gift box.
“So, why were you punching your legs?” he asked.
I thought fast. “My leg cramped up today. I had to cut my workout short.”
Behind him, a customer entered the store and walked toward the back.
“But the gym is going great, aside from that?” Darryl asked.
I made a happy noise. “Darryl, it’s going amazing. I’ve been going twice a day for the last month. Well, not every day, but I went to the gym fifty-nine times in January.”
“That’s awesome! You must like your personal trainer.”
I practically choked on my tongue. “What, um, makes you think that?”
“Their TV commercials talk about their great training programs. How they really focus on one-on-one coaching. And you seem satisfied.”
The gift box slipped out of my hands and clattered to the counter. I slid it the rest of the way across to Darryl and pretended like it was what I had meant to do.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Alright, tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“What’s going on.”
“Who says anything is going on? Everything is great.”
