Page 16 of Kiss-Fist
‘Walk. Slow.’
Two signs he must have been practicing since yesterday. My heart thumps in my chest, and I force myself to ignore it. It’s one thing to be turned on by this man and another thing entirely to actually like him.
He stands next to me for a few minutes before slowlyincreasing the speed, and I find that this is much easier to use than the elliptical. And my muscles, while still aching, have loosened up. By the time I’ve walked for fifteen minutes, Thom has turned off the machine and has helped me step off.
It’s an awkward transition, my legs not used to an unmoving floor, and I end up tripping into him. My hands meet his chest, and his strong arms wrap around me, holding me.
This is just—it’s too much. The feel of him, the scent coming off his body of soap and sweat.
I can’t take it anymore. This entire impromptu session has been a lesson in restraint. If I stay here one more minute, I’m going to rut against him like an animal and come all over myself.
Pushing back, I ask if we’re done, and he nods before I sign thank you and hurry toward the locker room. The further from him I get, the better I can breathe, and the more sanity I have returned to me.
It’s only when I’m in my car, the palm of my hand pressing down on my aching dick, that I realize I don’t have my phone.
Fuck. I have to go back and get it, don’t I? I can’t just leave it.
Damn it allto hell.
I sit there for a moment, debating whether or not to get out of the car and get my phone or just leave it to rot in the gym’s lost and found.
But damn it, what if Rhett messages me something inappropriate about Thom and he sees it? I never did disable messages appearing on my home screen. Fuck it all.
I’m about to push open the car door when Thom appears, his smiling face slightly flushed as he approaches. Like he ran here.
Lord have mercy, ofcoursehe’s gorgeous after a run.
I roll down my window, just a few inches, because I’m afraid that if it’s any further, I will reach out and touch him.
Right on his dick, which is right there in front of my face.
He stares at the small opening and cocks his head, pointing down to let me know that I should lower it some more. If only he knew the nasty thoughts going through my head. He’d never ask me to do this if he knew.
I lower it another inch.
He grins, and I can tell he’s laughing, thinking I’m being funny.
His hand moves in through the small space, and I sit on my own to stop myself from groping him.
He holds the phone in front of my face and then pulls it back, typing on it. It takes him a minute, that thick bottom lip pulled between his slightly crooked teeth, and oh god,hurry.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m this close to doing something illegal. In public.
Finally, he slides his hand back in and lets the phone topple to my lap, hitting my hard dick, making me regrettaking off the jockstrap before I left. But instead of hurting, my cock perks up even more. Something he’d been touching is now touching it, and it’sthrilled.
I glance down at my phone and use a finger to flip it over, seeing a note there telling me he gave me his number and to text him anytime.
What the fuck? Is he flirting with me? Is Thom gay? Oh, that’s so much worse if he is.
It means I have a chance.
I look up at him, and he gives me a thumbs-up. Okay, maybe not. He’s definitely not flirting. Right? He’s just being nice. Probably worried I’ll expire from any sort of exertion. Thing is, I’m very good at sex. Very good. He’d be impressed at my stamina if he knew.
Not that he’d ever. Because he’snotgay.
I nod at him, and he waves, jogging back toward the gym, ass bouncing.
I will not text him. I won’t.
