Page 108 of Honey Undone
“I’m usually at the gym,” I confessed. I was a little hungover but nothing near how poor Zoey felt. “We do practice early during the seasons, so if I don’t do the gym at the crack of dawn. I usually don’t do it,” I said.
“Smart girl. If only I could get the boys on that schedule, it would leave more time for drills.” Coach hummed to himself but Ella just laughed.
“You run plenty of drills,” she teased, “Are they done yet I’m starving.”
“Impatient as always.” Coach shook his head and went back to cooking.
“There’s a gym downstairs?” Zoey said in a strangled burp that also kind of sounded like vomit starting.
“I don’t think it’s ever been touched.” Ella agreed.
“I was in there this morning, Novak.” Coach grumbled.
“Okay, I don’t think it's even been touched bynormalhuman beings.” She slid off her stool. “I need a puke and a shower to rally. I’ll be back in twenty. Don't let the vultures have all the bacon, I'll need it to survive today!” She wiggled past me clumsily and disappeared down the hallway.
“I’ll have to wake her up in two hours,” Ella said, looking over her shoulder.Coach set a plate of pancakes in front of her and looked at me in question.
“I think I’m going to go try that gym out,” I said.
“Basement, last door on the left.” Coach threw a bottle of water from the cooler on the counter and pointed toward a door behind me. “There’s a stereo, you can plug your phone into it,” Coach said, it sounded like he was still surprised by the fact that he could. “Room is soundproof so no one will hear it if you turn it up.”
“Thanks.” It took me all of thirty seconds to find the door. Large, framed in the same oak as the rest of the house but with a sleek gold plate across the front. I don’t know why I was surprised when I turned the knob. It was massive down here, rows of machines all in pristine condition. It was a smaller version of the facility at the university and would be the perfect way to relax before everyone else got up.
I found a stereo he was talking about and plugged in my phone, turning it up loud enough to echo across the space before I started to stretch. My body was a little sore from the night before but I wasn’t nearly as hungover as Zoey.
I giggled to myself starting a simple circuit around the gyms with what machines I could find and didn’t stop until I had successfully sweated out all the booze from the night before. I paused as my phone chime went off through the speakers scaring me half to death and making me drop my weight on the mat in front of the mirror.
Are we sneaking off like booty calls now?
I’m in the gym
We have a gym?
I chucked my phone back on the shelf, if Jensen wanted to find me he would. It was just a matter of time. I went back to my workout, the sweat starting to pour down my back enough for me to strip from my cover.
“You shouldn’t do that without a spot,” he appeared above the bar as I laid back, the music so loud I hadn’t even heard him sneak in. His hair was messy from bed, dripping off his forehead as he ducked beneath it and laid a kiss to my lips.
“Is that all you’re good for?” I questioned, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Have you done your cardio yet?” He asked, ignoring the jab.
“No,” I scrunched up my nose, “I have two more sets here.”
“Alright,” Jensen stared at me, his hands still wrapped around the bar as he hovered over my mouth. “One more,” he said, stealing the little expendable air I had with a smirk.
“One more.” I confirmed as he pulled away.
“Go for it,” he said, lining up so I could finish.
Once I was finished, I tortured Jensen for another twenty minutes on the treadmill. He kept up decently for a man that was hungover, but he was just patiently biding his time for me to ask him for help stretching. He’d come down here with one thing on his mind, that much was clear. The second I stepped off the treadmill he followed, pushing back his sweat-licked hair off his face and trailing his eyes down my body. He stalked me across the gym to the mat, stretching his arms above his head, every muscle flexing tightly. “I thought I wasin good shape, but you…” he doubled over, resting his hands on his thighs to catch his breath.
“Me what?” I laughed, sinking to the ground and kicking off my shoes.
Jensen huffed, shaking his head and straightening up, hands on his hips. He eyed me hungrily, the intent in his gaze clear. He dropped to his knees in front of me, hands on my shins, “You work me like a dog, and I fucking love it.”
“Like a dog, hey?” I rolled my eyes.
He grinned wider, his thumbs gently rubbing the back of my calves, “Yeah, a very happy dog.” He leaned forward slightly, pressing a light kiss just above my knee.
