Page 164 of Love Bleeds Red
I wasn’t sure how today would go, but once again, Bailey’s strength amazes me. She’s already warmed up to the place—I’m sure all the changes helped that along.
I’ve called her cell twice but it went to voicemail. I’m finally done and it’s time for us to head out for a quiet dinner and to check into our Airbnb in the countryside. After watching the classes in the gym today, I have a feeling of where she could be.
It takes me a few minutes to reach the gym, but before I set foot inside, I already hear her playlist coming through the door. I don’t want to startle her, but it seems unlikely that she’ll hear me coming.
I push the door open quietly and step inside. The gym is dimly lit, just the emergency lighting casting long shadows across the equipment. Bailey’s at the far end, working the heavy bag with focused intensity. She’s changed into workout clothes—sports bra and leggings—and there’s a sheen of sweat across her skin that tells me she’s been at this for a while.
Her form is nearly perfect. All those months of training together have paid off. Each strike is controlled, powerful, purposeful. She’s not just hitting the bag. She’s working through something. I can always see the difference. I’m sure being here today, seeing all the residents, has stirred up so many feelings.
I lean against the wall and watch her for a few moments. My mind going from how proud I am of her, to all the dirty things I’d love to do to her right now. Those leggings hug her curves in all the right places, and that ass is good enough to bite. And hell, those full tits… I can never get enough of her body.
“You planning to stand there all night?” she asks without turning around, not missing a beat.
“How did you know I was over here?”
She throws one final combination before stepping back, breathing hard. “I can always sense when you’re near me.”
She pulls off the gloves and unwraps her hands before turning to face me. Her blue eyes are blazing, even in the dim lighting. They’re full of confidence and power and fuck it turns me on.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, pushing off the wall and moving closer.
“About an hour.” She lets the hand wraps fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine. “I needed to work off some restless energy.”
“What kind of energy?” I ask, my eyes straying to her ribcage rising and falling rapidly.
I reach her and push the stray pieces of hair off her face. Even with a sheen of sweat covering her, she smells incredible, and being this close, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, I want nothing more than to show her what she does to me.
“The kind that builds up when you look like that in your fancy shirt, running your important meetings.” She traces her fingers down my shirt buttons. “The kind that makes me think about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Bailey,” I warn, my voice turning rougher than normal.
“Yes?” She works her hand lower until she’s grazing the outline of my now fully erect cock.
“You know I can’t resist you.”
“And you don’t have to,” she whispers while her small palm cups with just enough pressure to make me groan. “Do you know what I was thinking about all afternoon?”
“Tell me.”
Her hand moves to my belt, slowly releasing the buckle as she bites on her lower lip. “How you looked so hot today, showing off everything you built.” She pulls the leather free and looks up at me through her lashes. “And how much I wanted to drag you somewhere private and show you exactly how proud of you I am.”
“Let me lock the door. When I get back here I don’t want a scrap of clothing on you.” It’s a struggle to step away from her, especially as I watch her slide those tight leggings down her body. My mouth waters for a taste of her. “And the bra, Firefly. Especially the bra.”
A rasped laugh escapes her lips, but she does exactly as I say. The lock clicks beneath my fingers and I up my pace to get back to her side, shedding my clothes as I go.
“Guess what?” I reach for her, wrapping my hands in her wild hair.
“I have no idea,” she says, already reaching to stroke my length. I swallow a groan, tilting my head back and using every bit of restraint to not buck into her soft fist.
“This gym—Fuck, love, that feels incredible.”
She stands on her tiptoes to kiss up my neck and suck an earlobe between her teeth, circling my cock head with her delicate fingers. “What about this gym?”
“Christ, baby… I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” She loosens her grip, pumping my shaft all the way to the base, and I lose all restraint.
In the matter of a second, I pick her up, cradling her perfect ass, and back her into the heavy weight bag. Our lips crash into each other, desperate and hungry. She wraps her strong thighs around my torso, her fingers around my neck pulling me closer and deeper into the kiss.
I can’t believe I get to do this. Every single time it’s still a miracle.
