Page 10 of Strike Out

“Great form! One more and then you can stretch.”

Fuck you, dude.

One more and then a good stretching session and I can go home.I wonder if Isla will still be there.I don’t have my phone on me because it’s a trainer session, so I can’t see if she’s texted me. All I know is if she is, my breakfast is going to consist of her pussy and then whatever I have prepped in the fridge.Mostly her pussy.

With my last rep done, I hit a cooldown run and a stretching session, focusing on my quads. Hitting the locker room, I take a quick shower and at my locker, I grab my phone from my bag.

Isla

Is that the day we met? It is, isn’t it?

It is.

Isla

You’re perfect, Kai. How on earth have you been single all this time?

Silly girl.

Kai

I’ve never been single, Isla. I’ve always been yours. I’ve just been waiting for you to come to your senses and realize it.

Isla

But you’ve slept with other people.

I shake my head and type out my response and hit send.

Kai

Your face was the only one I saw. None of them ever slept in my bed. I’m getting dressed to head home. Are you still there?

Isla

Yes. I texted my dad to let him know I was here and that I’d be leaving soon to head to the house to grab some things.

With my gym bag on my back and helmet in my hand, I head to the parking lot. I send her one more text before I take off.

Kai

Be naked in bed. I’m hungry and you sound delicious right now.

Helmet on and Posty blasting, I start the bike and head home to the love of my life.

Keys and helmeton the island, my shirt comes over my head. I practically run down the hallway to our room, stopping before I push the door open.Please be naked.My hand reachesout and turns the knob, pushing it open, and in the center of our bed is Isla, buck naked and spread wide. She has a fat-ass grin on her face, her dark brown hair is a tousled mess and she looks like a whole fucking meal, ready to be eaten.

Bon appétit.

Isla is perfect for me in every way. I mean, I knew it before I saw her completely naked, but now it’s a fucking fact. I groan, my hand going straight to my cock and adjusting it.

“Is this what you meant when you said you wanted me naked, big brother?” Isla takes her hand and cups her tit, giving it a squeeze before running it down her stomach. “I figured you’d want me nice and warmed up, waiting for you. But you got home too fast.” Her fingers slide between her pussy, two of them diving inside her, pumping a few times before she withdraws them. Fingers coated with her arousal, she reaches toward me and motions for me to come here. “Be a good boy and come here and eat your breakfast.”

And like a fucking good boy, I come to the foot of the bed and stand frozen. Typically, I’m the take-charge type of guy, especially with Isla, but something flipped in my head just now. I kick my shoes off, rip my socks off and tug my joggers down.

“Underwear stays on, Kai.” Isla raises her eyebrow, a cocky look on her pretty face.

“Fuck th?—”

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