Page 17 of Kissing Games
He kept his eyes fixed forward, pretending to strain with the effort as he clocked Valentina in the mirrors, hesitating in the doorway.
‘Seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven…’
Was she going to come in? How many more would he have to do before she made her decision?
‘Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty…’
He heard Bandit’s tail thumping in excitement and dropped down off the rack, bending forwards, his hands resting on his thighs, breathing heavily. He heard Valentina clear her throat and turned slowly, straightening and breathing into his upper chest, puffing out his pecs.
She looked away, chewing on her bottom lip.
‘Hey, how did the costume fitting go?’ he asked casually.
‘Um, yes, as expected.’ Valentina brought her gaze back to him, then away. He followed her eyes as they found his body in a mirror. He changed his stance slightly and flexed, giving her the best angle to ogle the guns.
‘Do you want to train together?’ he asked.
A flush spread across her cheeks and her lips parted. She splayed her fingers against the outside of her thighs. ‘I, I can’t right now, I…’ She hesitated, her eyes flicking across his body.
Charlie saw how large her pupils were. His heart quickened.
‘You have a lot of tattoos,’ she said in a rush.
Charlie bent his head to look at them, trying to control his desire whilst ramping up hers. ‘Yeah, each one tells a story, most of them involving alcohol.’
She laughed nervously.
He ran his fingers over his hard torso, tracing each image, moving slower the lower he went. He heard her breathing change. He lingered on the dragon as it curved across the side of his abs, then hooked underneath the top of his shorts as if to pull them down even further. He looked up to see her eyes glued to his crotch, her lower lip trembling. His head went light as all the blood rushed south. She swallowed and his cock gave an involuntary twitch. She squeaked.
‘Hey guys, how’s it going?’
Charlie started.
Brad Bauer was in the doorway.
He blinked. It was really him. Smaller than expected, of course, but still wearing the handsome face he and Rory had skewered with thousands of darts.
Brad skipped forward, extending a hand. ‘Hey, you must be Charlie, right? Awesome to meet you, man.’ He took Charlie’s hand. ‘Rory told me all about you.’
Brad circled him, looking critically up and down. Valentina had turned away and was smoothing her palms down the outside of her leggings.
‘Man, you’re the bomb,’ said Brad. ‘How much you bench?’
Charlie shrugged. He hated these kinds of conversations.
‘Come on, don’t be shy,’ said Brad, feeling his bicep. ‘Cool tats. How far does the dragon go?’
Charlie’s cheeks warmed.
‘Hey, you wanna work out with us?’
Charlie shook his head. ‘I’m done, I’ll let you crack on.’ He turned to retrieve his top. Valentina was still facing away from them both, but he caught her eyes in the mirror and held her gaze whilst he called for Bandit.
‘If you’ve got some spare time, we should train together,’ said Brad. ‘It’d be sick.’
Charlie cleared his throat. ‘Yeah, sure, anytime.’
Brad clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Awesome, man. Can’t wait.’ He turned to Valentina who was stroking Bandit. ‘Hey, babe, ready to go?’
