Page 4 of The Weight of Love

“That’s not that old,” I mutter as she bends down to wipe down the bench she’d been sweating on, “Besides, you are acting like I asked to date you. I just was…looking to encourage you. See if you need a cardio partner from time to time.”

Her chest hangs heavy in the sports bra and tank top as she’s leaning down to clean the equipment, pulling my focus again and causing the blood to rush firmly south. She looks up at me again, sideways, this time with a perplexed look.

“Cardio, huh?” She straightens up and places her hands on the curve of her hips. “Just cardio? No strings? No feelings?”

No strings? No feelings? My dick chants a stream of yeses as my mind is struggling with where that could be a bad idea.

You sound like one of those Fuck Boys right now. What the hell are you doing?

SHUT UP; she’s hot. Stop trying to rationalize your way out of most dude’s top 3 fantasies.

There’s no harm in a bit of cardio, right? A dark idea slips through my consciousness, coming back around to the idea of her teeth on my skin.

I can’t place why, but as much as I’d wanted to lean into that darker side of sex in the past, I had just never found someone who either was comfortable with it or who I felt comfortable trying it with. For some reason, this girl feels entirely different.

“I mean, yeah, cardio. I bet I could work on those legs a little, too,” I offer with a slow raise of an eyebrow. Since they seemed to want to give up there for a minute, we can’t have that now, can we?”

“Oh Cowboy,” she chuckles with a dark look of her own passing behind those blue-gray eyes, “You have no idea the things I’ll do to you.”

“Yes, ma’am. Lead the way.”

Chapter Three

Stella

Too young, too pretty, too dangerous be damned. I want him.

The question now is where. I am not going to hook up with a random gym dude in the gym shower. That’s not happening. My house was a hard no. Both my kids were home sleeping, and I have a strict “no dudes in my house when my kids are home” rule after I ditched my abusive ex.

The car?

The immature side of my brain is rooting for this plan since it is the closest option to the shower or having him bend me over the leg press. My body is already slick with anticipation from the wild energy passing between us as we touch.

“Why don’t we head out to my car and talk about this cardio plan of yours?”

His smile is dark and flirty and promises just as much fun as I am hoping for.

“Sounds like an excellent plan, ma’am.”

I don’t know when, in my thirties, I decided it was time to regress to being a teenager and start seriously considering hooking up with people in parking lots, but it seems perfectly reasonable now.

I walk over to the shelf where my keys and sweatshirt are, with him inches behind me as I gather my things. I lean back just enough so my shoulders are a hair away from his chest, and I feel his hands slide around my hips.

There are cameras in here, you slut. Do not fuck him in the middle of the gym. Don’t do it.

There she is. That single sliver of rational thought still floating around my head, reminding me that my board would most definitely fire me for public indecency charges.

Or… hear me out, do it, and you’ll love every minute. He’s a walking amusement park.

With a sigh of resolve, I will my errant legs to start moving towards the door, forcing his hands to drop away for a moment. I can feel his heat behind me as he reaches around me to hold the door open.

I feel his nearness as we reach the car. He steps up behind me, slides an arm around my waist, and pulls me to a stop.

My breath catches, and I feel like I’m on fire.

He pulls me flush against his body, and I can feel the hard thickness of his erection against my ass. Maybe I had misjudged how much there would be to handle after all.

This is entirely worth any poor decisions we make—one hundred percent.

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