by Cee Smith
“Ahh, I see now. EJ’s got a new cookie. She’s looking pretty sweet, too.”
“All right, all right, take it easy.”
“I thought I told you I’m no good at dieting,” he yelled back, just as Carlos met us at the front. I looked over at Blaire to see if she was having any second thoughts on her decision to come with me, but she just folded her arms around her waist and looked at the various areas.
The gym was a large rectangular-shaped warehouse with a wall of mirrors wrapped around the back and left side of the walls. Just inside the doors and to the left was an area dedicated to a pull-up station, on the right the rings and a rack of the medicine balls. Near the back were six ropes that dangled from the ceilings, and on the other side was a large mat surrounded by two rowing machines on either side. In the back, right corner of the gym were shower rooms, and just outside were a couple benches and the water coolers. There was nothing too fancy about the place, but it was one of the better CrossFit gyms in Vegas. I found there were less douchebags there.
“Blaire, this is Carlos. Carlos, this is my girl, Blaire.”
Blaire, who already had her hand up to shake Carlos’s hand, stopped midway and looked at me.
“Your girl,” she laughed to herself. “Is that what I am?”
“Ooh, Taylor, she’s a feisty one. You’ll like her.”
“Hey, what did I just say,” I said to Carlos as he shook Blaire’s hand. They both laughed, with Blaire rolling her eyes and shaking her head at our interaction.
“Don’t mind him. It comes with the territory. His way of pissing on a fire hydrant.”
“Nice,” she said to Carlos with her lip curled up in disgust.
“That over there is Taylor. I promise he won’t bite. Now, what are you guys doing here? Showing your lady love the ropes?”
“Just getting out of the house, more like.”
“Oh,” Carlos mumbled with a passing expression I’d seen all too many times. The guys at the gym were very aware of what I’d been accused of, and though we’d only known each other for a short time, they believed I wouldn’t do anything like that. They understand that, in Vegas, you never knew the kind of woman you could end up with. I was just unfortunate to end up with the ruin-your-reputation and take-you-for-all-you’re-worth kind.
“Well, the gym’s pretty light right now, so have at it.”
“Tell sweets I’m giving lessons if she’s interested,” Taylor yelled from the back. Blaire chuckled, and I just rolled my eyes. There was no winning with Taylor. I knew Blaire wasn’t interested, but it still irked me that at 30-something years old, Taylor was still learning the bro-code—one I knew for a fact he had violated a time or two before. If you’d ask him, it wasn’t his fault. They practically tied him down and played hide the salami with his dick.
Carlos went back to the kettle bells, and I gave Blaire a quick walk-through of the space before asking her where she’d like to start.
“What do you usually do when you come here?” she asked while looking around as if she didn’t even know what to do with half of the equipment lying around the room.
“The WOD changes every day so my muscles don’t become used to the repetition.”
“I’m sorry, WOD?”
“Workout of the day. How about I get you set up with a circuit, and once you’re started, I can get into my shit?”
“Huh. Because I did so well last time.”
“Last time didn’t count.”
“Why not?”
“Because all I could think about was fucking you. Now, come on, before I get distracted again.”
I did a basic circuit with her of all of the things she could do at home—jumping jacks, squats, burpees, push-ups, plank holds. She was a yoga girl, used to using her body for fitness, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her for her first time. It was a bit self-serving of me because what I really wanted was for her to like it so she would want to come back here with me. The thought was almost as startling as wanting to see her in my home. It seemed like that wasn’t the only place I wanted her. I wanted her threaded throughout my whole life. I wanted her to join me in a place that had always been designated as my drama-free zone. With Blaire, there was no drama though. She was easy, simple.
Moving to the opposite wall, I did my reps of pull-ups while watching her. She wasn’t moving quickly—the way I instructed her to do the reps—but the way her body moved had me forgetting all about my own workout. Her body moved slowly but efficiently while she did burpees. Transfixed, I watched her ass and tits as her legs kicked out parallel with the ground before jumping into a squatting position then bouncing up. Her pants were tight and despite the support of a sports bra, her perky breasts jiggled with every bounce.
I was salivating.
“Maybe you should’ve stayed home and fucked her. A workout’s a workout,” Taylor said as he shrugged his shoulders and moved to stand next to me, his eyes following my line of sight. The fluorescent lights above glinted off the drops of his freshly cropped hair—a cut he said he was forced to take after a girl nearly scalped him from tugging too hard while they were fucking. I didn’t know where he got these girls, but Taylor had more sex than a prostitute. He seemed to have a trifecta of panty-dropping qualities: tattoos, muscles, and dimples. All of the things I wanted to keep away from my girl. I didn’t want him waving that hypnotizing shit her way.
“Hey! Eyes this way. Don’t make me slaughter you.”
“And I thought I moved fast. Look at you…did you get that shit with your ex squared away?”
I stopped mid-pull-up and dropped to the ground with a low grumble. I wiped the sweat from my brow and transferred the sweat to my shorts before looking back up at Taylor.
“That well?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it. That’s kinda why we’re here. She’s been staying with me,” I nod over to Blaire who had moved over to the rowing machine and was moving back and forth with an air of elegance. The muscles of her shoulders tightened and bundled together with every pull of the bar.
“No shit! You’re actually living with cookie over there?”
“Keep it down, man,” I slapped at his chest with the back of my hand. “Lara found out where she lived, got her put on probation at work. Let’s just say I’m not the only one in her crosshairs now.”
“Fuck. You sure know how to pick ‘em. The most I’ve ever had was a series of angry texts. What the fuck did you do to that chick?”
“I don’t know. I don’t do crazy, but apparently I’m good at making it.”
“Well, keep your crazy stick from this one. She’s…” he didn’t finish his sentence, but just looked at Blaire and licked his lips. I punched him hard enough for him to get the point, but not enough to leave him completely winded.
“Urgh,” he grunted.
“Listening was never your strong suit, so I’ll let my fists do the talking. Stay away, you.” I pointed at his chest, watching him as he backed away with a huge grin, showing those fucking dimples and his hands raised in innocence.
It could have been the rush of testosterone running through my veins or the immediate need to claim her, but when I looked over to where she sat, I couldn’t stop myself from making my way over to her. I watched those little hands wrapped around the bar, pulling with every muscle of her body, and all I could think about was her slipping those little fingers around my dick and pumping with the same enthusiasm. The thought had my cock stirring beneath my shorts, and I knew I couldn’t wait another minute.
Chapter Six
Blaire
I pulled the bar harder, working out my anxieties with every rush of air that whipped past me as I hurdled forward on the machine.
Joel caught me off guard when he showed up early from work. Thankfully, I was already back from my investigative mission. I didn’t want to have to explain where I was or what I was doing. He was already dealing with enough, which was clearly written on his face, despite the smile he flashed me w
henever he caught me watching him. It was his pensive eyes and sour mouth that expressed the real depth of his worry.
As I thought about the man he was only a couple weeks ago, I realized I wasn’t just doing all of this to make things right; I was doing it because I wanted that man back. I wanted to see him smile with the same ease he did when we first met. When the only language he seemed to really understand was flirty banter.
Just then, a set of hands grasped my shoulders, breaking my stride. I nearly fell off the machine with fright, but those same hands pressed down harder, holding me in place. When I looked back to see what was going on, Joel was standing over me. He looked like one of those guys from the covers of fitness magazines, except that was real sweat dripping from his chest hairs, making their slow decent across the grooves of his abs. I was at waist level, with a direct sight of what really drew him over to me. His legs were shoulder-width apart, making room for his erection that swayed like a heavy branch in a blustering storm. I peered up, looking directly into those green eyes that always took ahold of me. His overpowering lust swept through me, and goosebumps broke out across my skin at the intensity of his gaze.
His hands didn’t move far from my shoulders, but grasped harder as if he were physically restraining himself from taking me right then and there in front of the few people still working out, unbeknownst of the sexual storm that was brewing between us.
Joel looked around the room briefly before clasping his hands around my waist and lifting me from the machine. Once my feet were on solid ground, he took my hand, dragging me to the right corner of the warehouse—the area he pointed out as the shower rooms. He opened the door and shoved me inside before following me in. The room was quiet and cold with very little lighting—two of which I was sure would evaporate in the two minutes it would take him to lock the door and shove me against the lockers.
The sound of the door locking echoed down my spine like a whisper of fingers sending a cascade of signals to the rest of my extremities, warning them of their future bonelessness. He turned to me, his muscles rippling with tension as he stalked closer. I closed my eyes and breathed in the restless energy coursing through the room, and when I opened them again, he was upon me.
“Need,” he growled like a Neanderthal right before his mouth descended on my neck and his hands began grappling at my clothes. His mouth separated from my skin only to rip my shirt over my head and my pants to the floor, leaving me completely naked.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait another minute. I have to have you now, Blaire. Should’ve fucked you at home.”
“I know,” I whispered, cautious of the way our words seemed to bounce off the tiled walls. He slipped out of his shorts, and even in the dim light, I could see his bulging thickness throbbing with the racing of his pulse. The lowlight seemed to shine a spotlight on the barbell that he liked to run across my clit, ramping up my need with every pass of metal across my sensitive flesh.
He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, slamming my back into the metal lockers behind me. I was already hot and sweaty between my thighs, and with just one look, I was damp for a whole other reason. He removed a condom from his shorts, slipped it over his erection, and pushed straight into me, without any resistance. My core was already primed and ready for his assault.
“Ahhh,” he breathed like I was a masseuse working an especially tense knot. “Right there.” He rolled his hips, and my back chafed against the lockers, splintering around the metal divots, but all I could focus on was the way his body pressed into mine and the little sounds he made when he drove in especially deep.
It wasn’t a traditional means of relieving anxiety, but with every stretch of my muscles working in tandem with his, I felt a little more at ease. His tongue licked my bottom lip before pulling me into his kiss. He kissed me with the same edgy need that had him racing to get me in the shower room, but I kept up. My fingers wound in his silky brown hair, pulling him closer where I could suck at his mouth. With my breasts crushed beneath his weight, I could feel his heart stampeding through his chest.
“Bear down on me, pretty bird. Clutch me harder. Fuck. Just…like…that,” he said with a euphoric expression.
“And to think you were playing hard to get only a week ago. You had to know I couldn’t let this go. Do you feel that? Feel how fucking good that is when I slide my dick just right.” He drew himself out and crept in slowly, and just when I thought he would stop, he kept going, tunneling into me so deep, the tip of his cock knocked against my cervix.
“Ugh.” I groaned as he nudged harder.
“That’s it. Right there.”
He continued sliding into me slow and steady, with no sign of letting up. My back slid against the lockers, and when I took stock of the room, I noticed we’d somehow moved deeper into the room, closer to the showers at the back.
Joel held me tight as he spun us around until his back was against the lockers and I was bouncing freely on his cock. My eyes felt huge like I was on an amusement park ride that was about to free-fall into a drop. Joel held my waist and spun me around before I could even register what he was doing. My fingertips brushed the ground and my ass was in the air. I was in a downward dog position with Joel still firmly lodged within my channel, barreling into me so fast, my hands and hair zigzagged across the floor.
“Oh. My. God.” The words vibrated from my mouth, the sound akin to speaking through spinning blades of a fan.
I heard a faint laugh before I felt Joel’s legs spread wider, leaving me to only feel the thrust of him working deeper and the intense slap of his balls against my clit. Our bodies swayed together. The sound of our grunts and bodies slapping together the only sound that could be heard. It was hot and erotic and the most reckless thing I’d ever done (not including going home with a stranger for a one-night stand).
“I can’t hold back any longer, Blaire. I’m about to come, but I need to see you. I need to look into those big brown eyes. I want you to watch me shoot my load inside you.”
We moved again, this time to the showers. As soon as his foot touched the blackened tiles, a flood of water burst from the showerheads.
“Ah,” I screamed, surprised by the flood of water that poured over us.
“Oops,” Joel said as he repositioned me until once again I was straddling his legs.
“Keep your eyes up here,” he said when I looked down to watch the union of our bodies moving in sync. I could feel his stare light something inside of me. Every nerve ending of my body sparking to life as if those green eyes sent a jolt of electricity circling through my central nervous system. My belly grew tight, and I prepared for my decimation as I held onto him with eyes still locked on his.
It felt like time slowed as his face froze into a shocked expression of the ultimate pleasure. Hips thrusting, I felt him burst as my name poured from his lips.
“Blaire! Fuuuck!” he said as he continued to spurt inside me. The way he lost control seemed to signal for my body to respond in kind, and I felt my orgasm coil within my core before the explosion rocked through my whole body.
I yelled my own profanities at the force of my orgasm. My muscles felt weak, like a rubber band stretched too far, and Joel held me tighter as my atoms seemed to morph me into silly putty within his arms. The room seemed to dim darker as my pulse raced and my heartbeat thudded heavily in my ears.
Water fell from his eyelashes, dripping down his cheeks and over the fullness of his lips, and I kissed him, smothering the water between the brush of our lips. I leaned back and let my lips hover above his, and when my eyes met Joel’s, he smiled. A smile that stretched from ear to ear before a burst of laughter rang out from between those lips that were so soft and moldable, I just wanted to brush my fingers across their velvety texture.
His laughter was infectious, and soon we were both laughing. It could have been at the absurdity of us having sex right there in his gym, or that we continued despite the water pouring all over us, or just that we were deliriously happy. Hands
brushed water from my face, and we stood gazing into each other’s eyes.
We got cleaned up and left, with me sheepishly waving to his friends as I hightailed it out of there. The whole ride home when I wasn’t staring at Joel like some lovesick pup, I was putting a plan into place. His court date was Tuesday, so I only had this weekend to pull something together. I was running out of time and whatever happened on Tuesday I wasn’t sure I wanted this to end. Something told me he didn’t either.
***
When we got back to the house, a large moving truck was pulled up outside, and men were moving to and from the truck with boxes in hand. I looked from the men to Joel, who seemed to be going out of his way to avoid looking in their direction.
“Joel?” I said shaking his forearm still resting above the center console.
“What?” he asked as he moved to get out of the car.
“Oh no, you don’t. That’s my stuff they’re moving. It was just supposed to be a few things. What is all this?” I looked into the back of the truck that was to the left side of the house, packed with pretty much everything but my bed and couch.
“You wanted your stuff, right? Well, I got it for you. You can say thank you anytime. I’m in no rush.”
“You want me to thank you for moving me out of my house? This was just supposed to be temporary, and what am I going to do after your court date? Then I have to move all of this stuff back. It’s not like your house is an empty storage unit. I don’t want to clutter your home with my stuff.”
“I’d build another house for you, pretty bird. Now, don’t worry. You didn’t want anything to happen to your stuff, and now nothing will. That kind of makes me your white knight, doesn’t it?”
“Not exactly,” I said, rolling my eyes as we both got out of the car. I could see that they were loading up most of my things in the garage. But I wasn’t exaggerating, most of my house was there sitting in his garage.
