Page 45 of Spinning Out Of Control

WARREN

“Alright, alright. There’s no way you’ve heard this one before–why did the tomato go to the gym?”

“Please, that’s been my Pops’ go-to joke since I could walk. The tomato went to the gym toketchupon its cardio!”

Over kale smoothies and matcha yogurt parfaits at a hip breakfast nook in the West Village, I watch in awe as Kira and Cedar Stone–yes, that’s his real name, I peeked at his ID when he opened his wallet to retrieve a business card–work out a deal in which Cedar’s company, Lumina Salts, will be the sole provider of electrolyte powders and green supplements at the Spin Sync studio in San Francisco.

When Kira told me about this meeting, she’d made it sound as if it was a last-minute opportunity she was able to take advantage of since we’re in New York. I should have known that wasn’t the case. The meetingmay have been opportunistic, but Kira came fully prepared. With an iPad loaded with data and figures that showcase the profits that exposure on our platforms could bring, the deal was done before I’d finished my first cup of coffee.

“I have one,” I say, wanting to pipe in on the fun. For the last ten minutes, Kira and Cedar have been trading their silliest health and fitness jokes back and forth. “What is a yogi’s favorite kind of music? Heavy om-metal!”

Kira furrows her brows, her mouth curving into a faint, lopsided smile.

“Sorry about him,” she says to Cedar while patting her hand on my thigh. “He’s British. They’re not exactly known for their sense of humor.” Of course, Cedar laughs atherjoke. I roll my eyes, pushing my tongue into my cheek at Kira’s teasing. I try to think of a comeback, but when the tip of her pinky brushes the outline of my cock in my pants, I nearly swallow my tongue.

After cleaning up, dressing, packing and heading downtown in a hurry, my brain is still playing catch up with the events of last night and this morning. Kira had been so warm and pliable under my touch, arching into me as she sought her release at my fingertips.

Even now, with her coy smile and her teasing touch, part of me worries that I may have taken advantage of a vulnerable situation. She’d gone from breaking down in my arms to the two of us possibly breaking through thewalls life has built between us. The whiplash is jarring, and I know we need to talk.

Thankfully, we’ve got a six-and-a-half-hour flight ahead of us to do so.

“Canyou tell me the temperature of the tank? No, Dean, don’t put a thermometer in it. There’s a temp gauge on the side of the tank, boludo. Okay, perfect. Was that so hard? Alright, thanks bro. No, I’m not wishing you good luck. Because, Dean, you get paid sixty million dollars a year to throw a football. You don’t need luck, just don’t fuck up.”

Kira hangs up the phone just as the flight attendant comes along to check that we’re both wearing our seatbelts and ready for takeoff. I don’t know how one pet fish could warrant so many questions and a thirty-minute conversation, but Kira insisted on calling Dean to check in on the damn thing before he left to get ready for his game this afternoon. I certainly wasn’t going to ask–who am I to question her parenting decisions?

“‘Just don’t fuck up’, huh? That’s not quite up to par with some of the inspirational things I’ve heard you throw out during your classes, darling,” I tease, leaning over to nudge her shoulder with mine. I’d been pleasantly surprised when she’d ploppedherself down in the chair next to me instead of clear across the gulfstream like the flight here.

“My brother is a Knoxville Crushers legacy. It was IronDad’s franchise for years, and now it’s Dean’s. He’s got the talent, the skill, and the determination. He’s also the highest-paid player in the league right now. He doesn’t need me to blow smoke up his ass. He needs me to keep him humble.”

She sighs, curling her legs up underneath her and laying her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t stop the smile from taking over my face if I tried.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Good. Don’t argue with me, Ren. Just hold my hand. I hate takeoff.”

Fuck, I wish I’d know that the other day. I never would have left her alone as we left San Francisco.

“Of course, love. Come here,” I say, shifting so that the arm closest to her can wrap around her shoulders while I hold both of her hands in my free one. She hums, nuzzling into the crook of my neck as the small plane speeds down the jetway and lifts into the air. I close my eyes and rest my head on top of hers, inhaling the citrus scent of her wild blonde curls.

I’m awoken by the sound of an unfamiliar voice and a pat on my arm.

“Can I offer you something to drink? Champagne? Coffee?”

I open my eyes, looking over Kira’s head and noticing clouds outside the open window shade. Imust’ve fallen asleep as we ascended to our cruising altitude.

“Uh, yeah, coff–” I start, ready to order some caffeine to get through the flight and the impending jet lag, but Kira interrupts me.

“We’re fine, thank you. Would you mind giving us some privacy? We’ll hit the call bell if we need anything. Thanks,” she says, practically shooing the man away in the politest possible way. He retreats with a polite nod, heading towards the cockpit.

“I wanted a coffee,” I whine, but Kira is up and out of her seat before I finish getting the words out. She’s in my lap in an instant, her tight thighs trapping mine and her arms threaded around my neck.

“I’ve got my own ideas for keeping you awake, SSF,” she purrs, scratching her nails against the nape of my neck while grinding down on me. I can feel the heat of her cunt through her thin leggings, and the rush of blood to my cock has my head spinning.

“I’m Sexy Silver Fox again?” I rasp out as she leans in, running her soft lips over the scruff on my jaw. My hands find her hips and I knead at her flesh.

“Mmm, seems only fitting. Your hair is looking more salt than pepper these days.”

“That’s only because I’ve got a pain in the ass woman driving me mad all the damn time. Please, call me Ren. I don’t need you to remind me that you’ve been quickly cutting years off my life.” She presses down and slowly drags the ridge of her cunt over theoutline of my erection and I hiss at the exquisite, painful pleasure.

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