by Penny Wylder
I straddle his head and lower myself onto his waiting tongue. It’s hard to stay quiet while he drives me crazy, working his tongue like a drill, moving in and out and in circular motions. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
I unzip his pants and pull his gorgeous cock out. It springs from his boxers. It still stuns me to see how big it is. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that. It seems even more intimidating now that I have to fit it into my mouth than it did when I first saw it.
I stretch my mouth wide open and swallow him down, inch by delicious inch. He slides down my throat with relative ease despite his size, hitting the back of my throat before I ever reach the base of his cock. There’s no way I’ll be able to take all of him, but it’s fun to try.
I suck his cock eagerly, tonguing the rim of his head while he eats my pussy with the same gusto he shows on the soccer field. He holds my ass in his hands, pulling me lower, and I feel his tongue tickle my back entrance. I suck in a startled breath. That’s a new sensation I wasn’t expecting, but it feels incredible.
There’s a voice on the other side of the door. It’s close. I hesitate. Mac makes a disappointed sound when I let his cock fall out of my mouth.
“Did you hear that?” I ask him.
“Ignore it,” he says.
But then the door handle turns and my stomach drops. I stare at the door for what feels like an hour but is probably only seconds, frozen in place, too afraid to move even though I know I need to get dressed. Mac doesn’t seem as concerned as I am even though it is likely that we’re about to get busted.
The door cracks open enough for me to see someone on the other side, but they’re too focused on their conversation to see the people inside the room that should be empty. Mac and I scramble to put our clothes on. The talking keeps up. I frantically look around for a place to hide, but there’s nothing. I’m holding my breath.
“Relax, it’s fine,” Mac says, but it’s not. If whoever is on the other side of that door walks in, they’ll know why we’re in this closet. Our flushed faces and sex-mussed hair gives away all our secrets.
Suddenly, the person on the other side of the door lets go of the handle. The door closes and the voices recede in the distance. I’m finally able to take a breath. My pulse thuds at the base of my throat. My mouth is dry and it’s hard to swallow.
“Hey, are you okay?” Mac says, putting his hands on my shoulders to comfort me. I wish I could say yes, but I’m far from okay.
“Everyone in this town knows both of us. If anyone sees us together, they’ll tell my brother. If he finds out I’ve been sleeping with you …” my words trail off when his lips press together and he looks down at the ground.
“Are you sure you’re worried about your brother finding out, or are you just ashamed to be seen with me?” Mac says.
“What? Why on earth would you think I’m ashamed to be seen with you?”
If it weren’t for my fear of Nathan finding out, I would brag about being with Mac to anyone who would listen. Even if it is just sex, being with Mac is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to tell him that, but I’m afraid to let him know that my feelings for him have always gone beyond the physical. I actually care for him. He’s not just a pretty face. Growing up next to him, I’ve seen how he treats people, how he’s always helping someone out without expecting anything in return. Becoming a professional athlete and making millions can change a person. It can make them selfish and materialistic. But not him. He was always in the news for the charity work he did. That’s not the kind of guy a girl is ashamed to be seen with.
“Why—” I start to say, but he cuts me off, as if afraid to hear the answer.
“Never mind, let’s just go. I need to get back to the gym.”
The mention of his gym reminds me of my conversation with Nathan last night and how upset he was when I asked about Mac living next door again. It also reminds me of what he said about Mac not being a good person. It seems impossible. But maybe the charitable boy I see on the outside is not so sweet on the inside. As hard as it is to believe, I can’t be sure. Some people are good at hiding things.
“I need to know something,” I say.
He raises his eyebrows in question. “Like what?”
I hesitate, afraid to come of confrontational, like I’m accusing him of something before I know the answer.
“Why would you open a gym when you know this town isn’t big enough for you and Nathan both?”
Mac stares at me, his expression impossible to read. I was hoping to see something there, the real truth, or maybe guilt. Something. Anything. “You talked about me with him?”
“I … I …” I stammer. Great, now I have to admit that we’d been talking about him.
Taking a deep breath, I continue. “I may have asked about the old rivalry between the two of you.”
His mouth tilts into a shadow of a smile. “You won’t learn anything about me through Nathan. He only sees what he wants to. That guy can hold a grudge.”
He’s not wrong about that last part. I’ve seen him hold grudges for years against friends for telling the tiniest of lies. With Nathan truth is the most important part of any relationship. It kills me to be keeping this secret from him. But I can’t tell him. He’ll be devastated. And I definitely can’t let him find out about me and Mac through strangers. I don’t know what to do. If I find out Mac opened his gym to hurt my brother, it will make walking away so much easier. Part of me wants that, and yet the biggest part of me wants Mac to be the standup guy I believe him to be. I’m not sure which would hurt most: him being as amazing as I think he is and not being able to be with him, or finding out he’s a real asshole and everything I ever believed was a lie.
“Is he wrong about you?” I ask. “You just said you were going back to the gym. Does that gym belong to you?”
He stands straighter and looks me in the eye. “Yes, the building is under construction. We open in a week. But it’s not what Nathan thinks.”
“Then what is it?” I demand, anger seeping into my words. I know Mac knew about my brother’s gym. This town is too small to keep secrets. He knew about the gym and he opened a rival one anyway. I want to walk away, but the little nagging voice inside my head that holds out hope for a good explanation keeps me standing in front of him.
He sighs. “Let me take you to breakfast. We can talk about it there.”
I can’t go to breakfast with him. I can’t go anywhere with him that isn’t a closet or his home. It doesn’t matter where we go in this town, people will recognize us and I can’t run the risk of Nathan finding out we’re hanging out.
Sensing my hesitance, Mac says, “We’ll get it to go. We can eat in the car.”
I nod. “Okay.”
We get our food to go and head for the boat docks. There we sit in Mac’s car and watch the boats come in. It’s overcast and more like Seattle weather today rather than the unseasonably hot day we had yesterday. Clouds hang heavy over our heads, but there’s no rain—thankfully.
“Why did you come back to town?” Mac asks.
Funny, I was about to ask him the same thing.
I shrug. “Things just weren’t working out for me in Oregon.”
“What happened to your fashion line?” he asks.
I freeze with my breakfast burrito halfway to my mouth, then put it back in its Styrofoam container. “How did you know about my fashion line?”
I search through my memories, trying to figure out if I mentioned anything about it when I went to his house, but I know I didn’t. It’s a sore subject and not something I bring up in conversation. I’m so embarrassed that it failed.
He presses his lips together and fidgets with his plastic fork as if contemplating his next words. He seems almost ashamed about what he’s about to say.
“After we hooked up I looked you up online.”
“You were internet stalking me,” I say with mock anger. I’ve been internet stalking him most of my life. I can’t fault
the guy for being curious about a girl he just slept with.
He smiles and shakes his head. “I remember in high school when you entered that fashion contest the school put on, and you won.”
I wonder if I’ll ever stop being surprised by him. With Mac it’s one shock after another. And here I thought I’d always been invisible to him. And yet he remembers a school event that maybe twenty people showed up for. Not only that, but he remembers that I won. I barely even remember that. In fact, I’d forgotten all about it until he brought it up.
“Things didn’t end up working out with the business, so I’m just going to have to find something else to do,” I say.
“You really should come by the gym. I’m looking to hire someone for a position I think you’ll be perfect for. And the pay is good.”
I want to jump on the opportunity. Nathan wasn’t able to hire me at his own gym, and I’ve been worried about what I’m going to do for work. But Nathan would never forgive me if I started working for his competition. It would ruin our relationship forever.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Before you give me a firm no, just come by and check things out.”
“I don’t know.”
He leans over the seat, kisses my neck and whispers, “Please.” His warm breath tickles. It’s so hard to say no to him. I guess it can’t hurt just to go look.
“Yeah, okay.”
4
The next day I go over to Mac’s gym. It’s such a nice building—not something I would expect to house a gym. Looks more like place you would find a doctor’s office or surgical center. Inside, Mac stands in the middle of the huge room. There are clusters of expensive-looking equipment. Not things I’m familiar with. No bench presses or elliptical machines. No free weights or yoga mats.
Everything is new and high-tech. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what they are for. Needless to say, the place is bigger and far nicer than anything Nathan could afford. Maybe he was right after all. Could Mac really have done all this just to put Nathan out of business? He certainly has the money to do it. With all the endorsements from major companies like Nike and Spaulding, and a multimillion dollar signing bonus, I’m sure he has the means to end Nathan.
“What do you think?” Mac says proudly, waving his arms in a grand gesture.
“It’s a lot.” My heart suddenly feels heavy for Nathan. He’d saved for years and spent everything he had to buy his gym and make it the success it is today. The thought of that being ripped away from him is devastating alone, but the thought of it being done by the man I’m sleeping with is unforgivable.
I don’t want to ask, but I have to know. “Did you open this gym to ruin my brother? He seems to be under that impression.” And honestly, so am I now that I’m seeing it all.
Mac’s face softens and he says, “I know your brother hates me and always has, but the feeling isn’t mutual. I’ve always respected Nathan. When we were competing in high school, he gave it his all and was always working harder than everyone else. Like I said at the grocery store, this gym situation isn’t what he thinks it is.”
“Then why open one in town—especially less than two miles away from Nathan’s? His business can’t sustain that kind of pressure.”
“Because this isn’t the kind of gym where people will come to lose weight or bulk up like the one your brother owns. It’s more of a rehab facility. It’s a place for people to recover from injuries.”
I look around at the strange, futuristic-looking equipment and suddenly it all makes sense why none of it looks familiar. “All this stuff is for physical therapy?”
He nods. “I want to help people with sports injuries, or people who have been in accidents … or people like my mom who had a stroke after the doctors tried to remove a tumor from her brain.”
Oh God. So that’s what happened to his mom. The way Mac’s voice cracked when he spoke about his mom brings a lump to my throat and tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t know his mom, but seeing the pain it brings him, it hurts me too. I knew she was sick, but I never knew what caused it. It must have been so hard for him growing up that way, always in fear of something happening to his only parent.
“Mac … I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
He sidesteps my words. I don’t think he wants to talk about it, so I don’t push him.
He says, “Your brother has nothing to worry about. Whether he believes me or not, I’ve never been his enemy.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and strangle him in a hug. He laughs and hugs me back. My gut told me Nathan was wrong about him. He’s not a bad guy after all. In fact, he’s one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met.
“You’re incredible,” I tell him.
“I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
I pull away from him and see excitement in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I want you on board with my team. I want to hire you to design the line of sportswear I’m going to be selling.”
My eyes spring open. “What?”
“I’d like to have merchandise to sell in store. The proceeds will go to helping those with large co-pays, or who don’t have insurance and can’t afford their treatments. I want to make it so no one will ever be turned down for the care they need.”
He’s not just a good person. He’s a fucking saint.
“And you trust me to design the stuff you want to sell?”
I love doing athletic wear. When I was first starting my business in Oregon, I had a line of yoga clothing that ended up being the most successful in my collection. And yet it failed. I’m afraid whatever I create for Mac will fail too. This would not only be a personal failure, but I would be letting down the people he’s trying to help too. It’s a lot of pressure that I’m not sure I’m up for.
Even with all of my fear and self-doubt, I find myself wanting to jump on the opportunity while it’s right here in front of me, but so many things hold me back. Fear of failure is definitely at the top of the list, but also the thought of Nathan finding out holds me back as well. Just because Mac isn’t opening up a competing gym, doesn’t mean Nathan will be open to me spending time with Mac, and especially not going to work for him.
Though I desperately need the money I say, “I want to. I really do. But I can’t. Nathan will freak out if he knew I was working for you.”
He looks more hurt than upset by the news. “Are you always going to let your brother make your decisions for you? The pay is good, I promise. Plus, the added benefit of working beside me, of course,” he says playfully.
Before I can say no again, he stops me. “Don’t give me your final decision just yet. Take some time to think about it. In the meantime, I want to show you my favorite part of this place.”
I follow him to the back of the building and into a room covered in redwood siding and with a wraparound bench.
“Is this a sauna?” I ask.
He closes the door and steps up behind me. “It is.”
His hands wrap around my waist and he presses against me. His hard-on is evident. It doesn’t take more than just the feel of his arousal to get me excited. I push back, rubbing my ass against him. He lets out a moan and bites my shoulder gently as his fingers snake under the waistband of my shorts.
“Are you ready to start back where we left off?” he whispers in my ear in a low, sultry voice.
“Absolutely.” I turn my head and kiss him.
He dry humps me through our clothes, his hands roaming all over my abdomen until reaching my breasts. He squeezes hard, eliciting a high moan from me. “I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy around my cock again.”
Pulling down my shorts, he bends me over and starts rubbing my ass. I hear a zipper, and then his jeans fall to the ground. I wait for him to enter me, but instead I feel his tongue, warm and wet against my opening. This isn’t a frenzy like it was at the grocery store. He takes his time, covering every inch of that delicate place with his
tongue. I close my eyes, getting high on this feeling, appreciating every moment with him, because I’m not sure how long it will last. He hasn’t mentioned going back to his team, but he will, and when he does, I’m afraid it might devastate me.
“Spread your pussy for me,” he says.
I reach behind me and do as I’m told. He lets out a sound similar to a growl. “So pink and wet, and you smell so sweet,” he says before diving back in for more. His tongue slips in and out of my wet opening, driving me wild. I move my ass, egging him on. When his finger slips inside of me, my head falls forward and the rest of the world and all of the troubles that had been dogging me disappear as I marvel in the pleasure he’s giving me.
I thought it would at least be uncomfortable to have something inside of me again. After having sex with him yesterday, I was so sore that night I could barely walk normally. I had to tell Nathan I was stiff from the long drive.
But it isn’t uncomfortable anymore. If anything it’s better than it was before. This time I’m able to relax and let it happen without worrying that it might hurt.
He grips my ass and gives it a pat. “Come here,” he says.
He sits down on the bench and I climb onto his lap. I slowly lower myself down onto him. Even after having sex with him yesterday, and after his fingers have been inside of me just now, it’s a tight fit, but I’m wet and he slides in easily. The heating element in the sauna is not on, yet sweat beads across my nose and chest. We’re creating our own source of heat in the room.
He holds onto my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples. He’s gentle in a lot of ways, but not about this. The slight tinge of pain somehow intensifies the pleasure in a way that I don’t understand. I don’t like pain usually. In fact, I’m kind of a baby when it comes to anything that makes me uncomfortable. I tried getting a tattoo on my eighteenth birthday, but only managed to get one line sewn into the skin of my ankle before I called it quits. Mac seems to have a way of reading my body, of knowing how far to go and when to pull back. And with that I trust him completely.
