Page 13 of Mark my Words

I was glad I wore compression shorts regularly because otherwise I’d now likely be showing off my hard bouncing cock to anyone who was watching.

A glance at my screen showed I had clocked three and a half miles. Deciding that I’d hit my six and get out of here, I placed my water bottle back in the holder and pushed a few buttons, settling into a steady run so I could finish.

Kristine had also slowed to a fast-paced walk to take a drink, but I could see the challenge in her eyes as my belt started to pick up speed. She tightened her ponytail, her arms pushing her tits together in that damn tank top, and I held in a groan as I looked forward at my reflection again. I was trying—and failing—to keep myself from imagining pushing them together in the same manner with my hands.

One more mile. Only one more mile and I could go home. Fuck.

She settled into a fast run next to me, matching my pace, and I found my competitive streak kick in as I pushed my button two times in quick succession. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she followed suit, and I watched her expressive eyes narrow in the mirror as she matched my pace.

Almost there, a quarter of a mile left to go. It was on.

Pushing myself into a sprint, I pressed the speed button several times and watched the numbers climb as I pushed my legs to their limit. My muscles were burning as I saw her in my peripheral vision sprinting just as quickly. Deciding I could go over my mileage goal, I kept up the speed, smirking as I watched her hand move to the button to lower her speed. But before I could reach forward to slow myself down, her fingers pushed the button to max out my treadmill speed.

My legs flexed to compensate for the quick change of pace, and I heard her loud laugh as my eyes widened. Bracing my hands on the handrails, I jumped, my feet lifting off the belt and bracing on the side rails as I coughed loudly.

Before I could turn to respond to her little joke, I watched as her body drifted down her treadmill belt and jumped off the back in one smooth motion. She gave me a jaunty little salute in the mirror as she burst into laughter and strutted toward the locker room doors.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I growled as I reached forward to press the stop button on my treadmill and hers, quickly grabbing my things and jogging after her.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide as she saw me coming after her, and quickly changed direction, weaving through a set of burly men joking around next to a leg press machine. I quickly side-stepped them, coming around to the transition in the flooring that led straight into a path to intercept her.

“Right where I want you.” A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I sped up, and I would have caught her if...

“Hey, where’s tha fire?” Adrian laughed as he grasped my shoulder, causing me to jerk back and turn in his direction.

“What?” His eyes widened at my tone, and he frowned over my shoulder as he looked over to the locker room doors and then back to my face.

Mine followed, and I watched as Kristine glanced back over her shoulder, her slender middle finger raising into view as she winked and disappeared behind the door. Fuck.

“What did she do now?” he laughed, taking in my clenched jaw and pinched expression.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I schooled my features and turned back toward him, shaking my hands at my sides. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Didn’t look like nothin.” His eyebrow rose, and I shook my head slightly.

“It’s fine,” I bit out, turning out of his grasp and attempting to walk at an average pace away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See yah.” His laughter followed me, and I tried to calm myself down as I headed toward the door to the men’s room.

I don’t even know what my plan would have been if I caught her. But her little aggressive attempt to rile me up had worked in more ways than one.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I threw open a changing stall door and quickly latched it behind me. The space was too small to pace like I wanted to, but my adrenaline was sky-high as I slapped my hand against the wall. That smirk she aimed at me as she escaped made me want to do dangerous things to her. Punish that smart mouth of hers. Have her begging for it. I wasn’t sure what it was yet; mercy, my mouth, my dick—take your pick.

I hated that I couldn’t control my body’s reaction to her, but goddamn, did she work me up like I seemed to do to her sometimes. Recalling those luscious lips and how her toned legs flowed out of those tiny shorts was doing nothing to control the situation on my own. Not wanting to be that cliché guy, beating off in the locker room, I tried to will it away, but the tenting of the mesh material wasn’t going away. It was only getting harder the angrier I got with myself for responding this way.

It seemed like there was only one way out of this situation. Angrily tearing at my waistband, I pulled open the curtain to the private shower and shoved my shorts the rest of the way down, throwing them onto the bench in the corner before I yanked off the rest of my sweaty clothes and chucked them in the same direction.

The blast of hot water had me hissing at the burn, but I didn’t give a fuck as I grasped my solid cock and started angrily pulling it through my fist as I clenched my teeth. Unbidden images of that troublesome mouth started flashing behind my eyelids as I clenched them shut tightly. The way her tongue wrapped around my name when she was irritated. The tone of ire in her voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. How her mouth looked when the word dick escaped her lips made mine throb as I set a punishing pace, working my hand rapidly under the hot spray of the shower head.

“Ahh,” I gasped angrily as I thought back to the way her eyes flashed with anger when I teased her, those green orbs shooting death glares at me. My heart pounded, and my bicep burned as I pushed myself closer to climax, grunting with the motions of my hand.

I was so close and hated myself a little as I imagined what it’d look like if she were on her knees in front of me, teasing me with that wicked tongue of hers in a much more sensual way. Sucking and licking me until I couldn’t control myself anymore and grasped that ponytail on the back of her head to...

“Fuck,” I groaned as I felt my balls contract and paint the shower tiles with my release. I tried to maintain my balance with a hand braced against the cool surface, flashes of color dancing across my field of vision.

What the hell was wrong with me? Fuck... I knew exactly what was wrong with me.

Her.

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