The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

I walked across our yards and climbed the rickety steps to her front door. When I rang the bell, she answered almost instantly. Damn did she look cute.

“Ready?” I asked her.

“Yeah! Let me get my keys.”

She popped out the door, pulling it shut behind her.

“Let’s do it,” she said, looking up at me with those brown eyes. She pulled the mass of red hair off her face, securing it with an elastic band she pulled from her wrist.

“Just tell me if you need a little break,” I said.

We set off jogging. It had been her idea to get some exercise. I guess she’d seen me on my regular runs and thought I might be able to help her get back into a fitness routine. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, and I let her set the pace.

As we reached the end of the block, I figured I’d see if she was too winded to talk.

“So when was the last time you ran?” I asked.

“Oh, let’s see. I think it’s been a couple years. So, I’m basically starting all over.”

We went a few more blocks—we had only aimed to do a mile, if she could do that much—when she started breathing hard. She must have been sweating a little too, because I could smell her perfume or lotion or something. Very nice—fresh and clean, just how I liked my women.

I glanced down at her as we approached the end of our mile, and good for her, she was working her ass off. Her face was in a grimace, and she was trying so hard she was oblivious to everything around her, including me. Which was fine, because I could look out for her.

But she didn’t pass out, and in fact, finished her mile. She was panting and sweating, and her face was beet red, but she did it, and I thought that was hot as hell.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked.

“Um…good…” She was still huffing and puffing. “Got a little cramp in my side, but I’ll be okay.”

She stopped to try to stretch it out. Wisps of her hair had worked their way out of her ponytail and were sticking to her perspiring face. Several fingers dug into her cramped side.

“Here. I’ll help you with that. Take long, slow breaths.” I stood behind her. “Place my hand where the cramp is.”

“Right…here,” she said, pressing my fingers into her side.

It felt damn good to get my hands on her hot little body, even if the intention was to help her stop cramping. And I don’t think she minded, either. She leaned into me, continuing with her slow breathing.

“Feeling better?” I asked, my face nuzzled into her moist neck. She smelled like clean girl sweat. Goddamn.

“Yeah…” she said in a breathy voice. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

Okay. Apparently, that was all I needed. Don’t you know, my damn cock was already standing at attention. I backed up so it wouldn’t be pressing into her ass. I didn’t want to scare her off or send her running the rest of the way home. Even though she looked pretty exhausted and probably couldn’t have run another step.

“Can you walk? Ready to head home?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Let’s get back.”

I removed my hand from her waist but kept one arm draped around her shoulder while we walked the last couple blocks. She leaned into me just enough to let me know she was into it, and of course, to give me nasty ideas about what I might like to do to her later.

“Oh my god, that smells amazing,” she said when we arrived at my place. I couldn’t cook many dishes, but I had a chicken roasting. It was one recipe I’d mastered, so I made it over and over.

“It’s my specialty,” I said with a laugh.

“And what an amazing house,” she said, looking around as I led her to the kitchen. She stopped to study some photos hanging in the hallway and then hustled to catch up to me in the kitchen.

“Wine?” I offered.

“Of course. Thank you,” she said, accepting a glass. “I hope I didn’t ruin your workout by limiting you to a measly one mile run.”