Page 63 of Sweet on You
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Lex
Oomph. My foot slipped from the rock and I smacked my hand down to try to catch myself from falling. But as hard as I tried to grip, my fingertips were drenched with sweat—that’s right,fingersweat. Rock climbing was a serious workout.
My stomach flew to my throat as I lost balance and fell backwards, careening toward the hard ground.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut and felt the jerk of the pulley stop my fall, mid-air. I grunted and below me, found Ronnie with her foot propped up and the pulley system tied around her waist. She held the cable in her gloved hands and called up to me, “I got you!”
I got you. Those words meant more to me than she could ever know. Because this week… she did have me. For six days, she’s been keeping me busy. Keeping me company. Keeping my mind off the fact that at any moment, I might get the call that will change everything. Not only for me… but for us.
She slowly lowered me to the ground and tossed a towel at me. I caught it, grinning, and dabbed my forehead. “That’s fun,” I said, completely out of breath. Even just barely speaking, my lungs burned and my heart pounded.
“I know. You should do it for real… in nature. Not just on the rock climbing wall in my gym,” she said. “It’s such a thrill looking down to see yourself that high up.”
“I don’t think I could do that. That would be terrifying.”
“Chicken?” she teased, arching an eyebrow.
“Without a doubt,” I laughed. I slung the towel around my neck and bent over, pressing my mouth to Ronnie’s.
She kissed me back and although that kiss was one of our more g-rated ones, she blushed a deep scarlet when she pulled back. “Lex,” she whispered. “Not at my gym.”
I glanced around, and even though the gym was technically still open, there were only two other people in here working out. “Chicken?” I repeated her insult, teasing her, and her jaw dropped as she poked a finger into my arm.
“Me?Never.”
I was pretty sure everyone in town knew we were dating by now. Not only was Ronnie right that Steve was an utter blabbermouth, but it had been a week full of dates. She and I had gone to the movies, hiking, swimming at the lake… not to mention the countless walks we had taken Penny and Frost on. She even held my hand in public on our last walk. For us, that was quite an advancement. Never mind the fact that we’d had incredible sex every night this week… but that hand holding? That was the most intimate thing Ronnie could have done for me.
“Tell you what,” Ronnie said, taking her towel and twirling it. “You come rock climbing with me? And I’ll kiss you anywhere you want.”
I narrowed my gaze at her, taking a step in. “That hardly sounds like an even trade.”
“You’re escalating from a chicken… to a pussy,” she said and then snapped the towel, hitting me in the butt with it.
“Oh, you’re dead.” I lunged at her, digging my fingers into her ribs, where I knew she was most ticklish.
Her laughter shrieked, ringing throughout the gym and one of the people working out looked up, catching our tickle fight, and grinned before dropping her focus back to the treadmill.
Ronnie kicked, laughing as I hugged her from behind, kissing her neck. “Say you’re sorry,” I whispered, wiggling my fingers a bit.
She heaved a few breaths and I felt her stomach bouncing with suppressed giggles beneath my hands. “Never,” she said and launched herself off my body, running behind the rock climbing wall.
I chased her back there, catching her around the waist. She burst out laughing as we both fell to the ground. I lifted my weight onto my elbows, lacing my fingers into hers and bracing my body weight so that I wasn’t crushing her.
Our breathing was heavy and as we caught our breath, arousal curled around my spine. My cock hardening against where it was pressed between her legs.
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and lifted her head, kissing me hard, her tongue diving into my mouth. Her kiss tasted slightly salty, like a bit of ocean, and I drank her in.
“I thought there was no kissing allowed in your gym?” I whispered.
I slid her hands above her head, pinning them there as a grin slowly spread across her face. Her dark curly hair was fanned out across the floor beneath her. “I make the rules… I can break them, too.”
“Is that so?”
She tilted her hips, brushing against my hard cock, and I groaned, dropping my face into the curve of her neck.
“Yeah,” she whispered, flicking out her tongue. Its warmth touched against my earlobe and a shiver cascaded down my spine. A sudden shrill noise tore us out of the sexy haze, and it wasn’t until I felt Ronnie’s hand tapping my arms and heard her saying, “It’s your phone. Lex… your phone is ringing…” that I sprang to my feet.
