Page 35 of Only for the Week
“Bet.” This was supposed to be my cooldown, but now I’ve got other ideas.
Her eyes balk at my concession. “I was just fucking with you, Rome. Do your damn workout.”
“I am. Come here.”
“Nah.”
“J. Come here.”
I hear her mumbleshitunder her breath before she makes her way over to me with a sheen of sweat covering her body.
“Put your legs here.” I pat the spots on both sides of me and she tilts her head in confusion.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I want you to get on top. That’s gonna get me to that three you wanted so bad.”
She laughs humorlessly. “Hell no.”
“Something wrong?”
She looks at me as though she may have to get me checked out by a professional before narrowing her eyes. “It’s cute that you think me getting on top would get you to three. Fucking with me is gonna put you over four hundred pounds. You sure you wanna do this?”
My face remains flat because does she think I’m some kind of punk? “Do I look unsure?”
“No. You look very confident.”
“Okay then.”
She closes her eyes and lets out a resigned sigh. “You better not drop me, Rome Anthony Martin.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about me letting you fall, Janelle Lashaun Cross. Now sit.”
She steps over the bar and carefully lowers herself onto the center as she pierces my soul with her eyes.
Gripping the bar tightly I settle into position and begin my reps. The sounds of my harsh grunts fill the room as I move through the first ten reps. Janelle’s hands are braced against my chest but she’s silent. I expect her to be nervous, worried about me dropping her but instead she’s looking at me with complete trust. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and her hooded lids tell me where her thoughts have gone.
I take a brief rest after the first ten, taking a minute to lean in and kiss her. “Told you this was light work, J.”
“You know, this is a lesson I’m happy to learn. You got another set in you?”
I laugh and thrust my hips up to begin the next set, cutting off any retorts from her. When I finish the second set, she scoots backward a little so that her ass hangs off the bar a little and she grips her arms onto my shoulders. I can practically feel her pussy clenching for me, and I know I have about five minutes to be inside of her before we both lose our minds.
“Please tell me that was the last set,” she murmurs.
“You tapping out on me?”
“I’m tapping in. I think we both could use a shower, don’t you?” Say no more.
Once Janelle and I have spent a thorough amount of time in the shower, I reluctantly let her go to start her day. Amerie had been blowing up her phone while we were in the gym, so she needed to go find her. The ladies have a cooking class tonight as well, so I’m not expecting to see her again until after that.
Christian and Micah hit me up to grab lunch at one of the hotel bars, so I head down and find them both there already.
“What’s good, y’all?” I touch fists with them both before grabbing a seat at the barstool two seats down from Micah. The place is pretty much empty, so we have the space to spread out and give ourselves the leg room needed without interfering with other guests.
“Yo. I feel like I haven’t seen y’all this whole trip,” Christian says.
He isn’t wrong. Christian, Micah, and Arnold are my boys, but we don’t feel the need to be up each other’s asses all the time. There are group activities planned for every single day once the wedding guests arrive, so we’re using this time to enjoy some peace and quiet with paradise as our backdrop while Amerie is using this time to force her sister and friends into doing her bidding under the guise of bonding.
