Page 37 of Breeding Clinic

“I could use a trainer,” the other woman adds.

I flash them a smile, and keep rubbing Kat’s pussy. “No. I’m her boyfriend.” I love the way that sounds. It makes me want to say it again.

The other woman says something likeluckyand the door closes as they go searching for their class.

“Fuck,” Kat whines once they’re gone. She bites her lip and lets out a filthy moan.

If she was wearing a tennis skirt, I would. But I’m not as ballsy as Liam. And I really don’t want to get banned from my gym. “Later,” I promise her.

Kat groans, her nipples rock hard and her hips grinding. I rub her faster until she stiffens. Until her breath catches and her muscles tense. She’s about to come and her body won’t let her move. All she can do is lie there and take it, then fall to pieces against my hand.

Her head arches back and she comes, slick soaking the crotch of her leggings. It stains her leggings with an obvious dark spot.

Oops.We’re gonna have a hard time hiding that.

She pants and lies there, spent, her legs falling wider apart as she recovers. I give her pussy one last fond rub, then take one of her legs and bend it toward her chest.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning.

“Stretching you.”

“I didn’t think you were serious about that.” With a grunt, she lets me do it.

“I’m always serious when it comes to health and fitness.” I put her through a series of gentle stretches so she won’t get sore. I do the same while she watches, then pull her up from the floor.

I hand her my shirt.

“What’s this for?” she asks.

“To cover you.” I point to her crotch where her arousal has soaked through the light material and made it darker.

“Ah, fuck.”

“We should probably get you some darker workout clothes.” And a tennis skirt. Several of them.

She puts my shirt on and it dwarfs her, the hem going halfway down her thighs. It’s cute. Like it’s oversized on purpose. And the blend of our pheromones plus her arousal is going to drive Liam insane. I can’t wait.

“Let’s go,meu docinho.You’ve earned a smoothie.”

Kat makes a face and follows me out, down to the floor with the snack bar. “Can they make toast?”

“They serve sandwiches and wraps, so probably.” I know it’s hard, but I wish she’d eat more than carbs. What brand of prenatal vitamins is she taking? Some brands are better than others.

I get her toast and a strawberry banana yogurt smoothie, then order one with coconut, pineapple, and their energized protein powder for myself. We eat at the tables and people-watch. All sorts of folk come to this gym since it has medical services too. I think they even do medical massages somewhere.

“Done?” I ask when she’s drunk half her smoothie and there’s nothing but crumbs left on her plate.

“Yeah.” I throw our trash out and lead her out to the front. We drop our used towels off in the enormous laundry basket.

I unlock my car and open the door for her, then close it once she’s in and go around. With the windows cracked and the AC pumping, it cools down quickly as I drive her back home. Once I’m on the main road, I reach over and take her hand, holding it. She squeezes it and turns in her seat to look at me.

“I still don’t know much about you guys,” she says. “Doing things backward like this is… It’s been odd.”

How we met was unconventional, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. I like to think that everything happens for a reason even if we don’t know what that reason is at the moment. It’s easy to expect the worst of life. Especially when you’ve seen the trauma and misery that I’ve seen because of my job. It’s harder to have faith. But isn’t that what faith is? Belief in spite of the way things seem.

“You want to know more about me?” I ask her.

“Yeah.”

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