Page 4 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“Oh no—” I started to say.

“You need something to rehydrate yourself.” Drew was using a very good dad voice right now. “There’s fruit, some electrolytes, and some caffeine as a little pick me up.”

“You had me at caffeine…” I groaned, picking up the plastic cup, but doing that made me aware of how clammy and gross I was now that the sweat was starting to cool. “But I might drink this after a shower.”

“Shower’s through there,” he said, gesturing for the door.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. My phone had pinged as I walked towards the door and I was scrolling through my notifications rather than looking where I was going. One of the vets had texted me for the alarm code yet again, so I was trying to tap in a response one handed while carrying the smoothie in the other. Science had shown that multitasking was not possible, and I was about to prove their point. Texting, focussing on getting one wobbly leg to move, then the other, almost able to feel the cool spray of the water on my skin.

So to say colliding with him and feeling his rock hard abs was a shock would be an understatement.

“Oh…!”

I looked up and saw those same grey eyes and just like before, they sparkled with amusement. The poor guy was probably choking back a laugh because I was a complete idiot and not able to walk into a damn change room without involuntarily assaulting strange men. I looked down, saw my hand was resting on a set of rock hard abs and then jerked it back like they were made of hot coals.

Did I mention that I was wobbly? My ability to successfully do simple things like walk without tripping was always not great, but after the hammering my body had just taken, my balance was completely screwed. I jerked back way too fast and his smile faded as he saw me start to fall, his arm snapping out to grab mine and set me to rights. The drink, however, did not like being jerked back and forth like this at all and decided to make that clear by spilling all over the strange man’s chest.

“Oh my god…” I stared in horror as the green liquid trickled through the furrows between each of his abs and started to drip. “I am so, so sorry. I…”

I needed to fix this, right fucking now. Clean him up! my brain screamed, which had me looking around for a towel, before spying the one around his waist.

Later, I would replay this moment over and over in my head, curling further into a ball of shame by the second. Right now, I was in survival mode. My only way of dealing with my clumsiness was to try to rectify the situation immediately, so that’s what I did. I grabbed the end of his towel, wrapped tight around his waist, not mine. I had a towel in my bag, using that would’ve been a far better solution, but I wasn’t thinking right now. I was just reacting, and that was always bad. I lifted the hem of his towel, frantically mopping at his chest, when a hand covered mine.

“It’s OK.” His voice was deep, reassuring, like a hand sliding down my spine. “But unless you want us to get a whole lot more acquainted, you might want to leave this for me to fix up.”

I stared into his eyes, heart thundering in my ears, before following his gaze down.

Just a shadow, that’s what I saw, but enough to make clear that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath that towel. Like a blurry photo of the Loch Ness Monster, I saw something stir. That was enough for me to drop the towel like it had caught on fire, forcing me to take a step backwards.

“I’m sorry…”

What the hell else could I say? Not only have I assaulted you with a smoothie, but I involuntarily took a peek at your dick? Even if I tried, my lips wouldn’t move. I let out a small sound of distress and then moved, scuttling off to the bathrooms like a frightened little mouse. It wasn’t until I was safely inside one of the shower cubicles that I could take a full breath. Over and over, I forced my lungs to inhale and exhale. It was only then that I dared to look at my palms.

I could still feel him there, warm, hard, alive. And perfect, I added belatedly. I flexed my fingers, because quickly enough I saw another set of abs.

Dave’s.

He thought he was pretty hot, was definitely in good shape, and where had that got me? I wrenched my sweaty shirt off, and then the rest of my clothes, before turning on the shower. New year, new me? That meant ignoring pretty fuck boys and focussing entirely on myself, and so as I stepped under the spray, that’s what I did.

Chapter3

Rhys

Who the fuck was the babe?

I wasn’t normally one to sport wood when a girl threw a drink at me. Usually that meant a date had gone completely south and she was making clear I had done something inexcusable, but this cutie? Big brown eyes, little freckles across her nose–I wanted to count every one–and best of all, red hair? Fuck, I loved red heads. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was ambling over to the office I shared with Drew to get some clean clothes when I collided with this hottie. My skin was sticky from the smoothie, but as I walked back into the men’s change room to have another shower, it was her I felt.

Her little hands mopping at my chest. Her eyes widening when she realised what she was doing. Those pretty pink lips opening just for me, making me want to push things between them, just to see how that’d feel. I could’ve let her wipe all this mess away, but even I wasn’t that much of a prick.Get her number, that need punched me in the gut, because it was the more acceptable one right now. A more primal side of me wanted to drag her under the showerhead I was now stepping under and see just how clean she could get me before I got her all dirty.

Fuck!

Working out always got me charged up, but her… This was something else. Her touch was like an electric volt pulsing through me, waking something I’d long thought had died a terrible death. It’d been years since I felt any sort of connection with someone, so I grabbed the soap, intent on washing up fast and getting back out on the gym floor. I’d intercept the babe on her way out and see if I could get her to go out on a date with me as an apology for the collision.

Then my hand slid down.

Fuck, what the hell was this? I was rock hard and aching, my hand finding the base of my cock without thought, as if that would ease the situation. It throbbed like a sore tooth, making clear my erection wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. With a hiss I slid my hand up and down the length, looking back over my shoulder to see if anyone was walking in.

I wanted her to. I wanted her to see what she’d done to me, that she’d made something flare back to life I hadn’t thought to see again. I wanted to see those brown eyes go wider as she saw what I was doing to the thoughts of her, then draw closer involuntarily. Her eyes on my body, taking in all my hard work, then growing hooded when they saw what I was doing. Yeah, I liked that idea a lot.

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