Gym Junkie

“Right?” Ben chuckles.

“She doesn’t get home until four-o-fucking-clock in the morning, and then she has this whole sexy, passive aggressive thing going on.”

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t want to fight but then she doesn’t want to talk to me.” I shake my head as I think back. “She puts me in time out and tells me to go sleep on the couch.”

“What?” Ben frowns. “Time out?”

I nod. “Uh-huh. I had to sleep on the fucking couch.”

The boys burst out laughing. “Why did you stay?”

“Because she’s sneaky and she promised me a trip to the beach the next day where I could rub sunscreen all over her.” I widen my eyes as I remember something. “This is after she announces that she’s the boss of us, by the way.” I shake my head. “No shit, like she would be the boss of us.”

The boys throw their heads back and hoot with laughter. “She sounds like the fucking boss to me.” Ben laughs.

He and Jesten high five each other.

“Whatever. Stupid guy here stays on a fucking bed of concrete, doing as he’s told, and then he goes to the beach for the day, following her around like a little puppy dog. My back is fucked by this stage. The two of us end up making out for what feels like eighteen hours straight until my balls are blue and take over my pea sized brain. Some voodoo shit happened and next thing I know, I promising to be monogamous while with her just so that we can have sex.”

The boys’ faces both drop in shock.

“Basically, I put in seventy-two hours of work to be tied to one chick who makes me sleep on the goddamn sofa. And then, when we did have sex, I couldn’t even last long because I kept blowing too fucking quick because she’s that ridiculously hot.” I shake my head. “I could go out, pick up, and fuck two different girls and be back home and done in two hours. This chick’s way too much fucking effort.”

They both chuckle again.

My phone rings and the name Tully Pocket lights up the screen. “Speak of the devil.” I answer it. “Hey, Tully Pocket.”

“Hey, you.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

The sound of her sexy, husky voice brings a smile to my face. “I thought you blocked me.”

“That’s over now. You’re clear.”

Ben writes something on a serviette and slides it across the table to me.

Show her who’s boss

I stick my finger up at him, and the two of them laugh like they’re funny.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, concentrating instead on my call.

“Walking around with a goofy smile on my face.”

I roll my lips to hide my smile. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I met this really hot guy at the weekend and he blew my damn mind.”

I smile broadly this time, unable to help it.

Ben slides another note over the table.

Ask her if you can sleep on her sofa again.

I hold my fist up to him. “Fuck off,” I mouth, focusing on Tully instead. “Hot guy, hey?” I smile.

“God, I can’t stop thinking about how amazing you were this morning. I’ve been walking around tingling.”

I smile, knowing I gave it to her good in the shower this morning. Truth be known, I’ve had the tingles ever since, too.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks suggestively.

My cock twitches. “You.”

She giggles. “What time will you be here?”

“About eight.” I glance up at my two friends who now have their hands up like puppy dogs pretending to beg.

“Fuck off,” I mouth. I need to end this call. “See you tonight, Pock.”

“Bye, Brock.” She hangs up, and Ben throws scrunches up his serviette and throws it at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jes laughs. “She’s wearing your fucking balls for earrings already”

“She fucking isn’t. I’m giving it to her good tonight, then tomorrow I’m out of there.” I cut into my lunch. “End of story.”

Tully

I throw my white bathrobe around my shoulders, taking one last look in the mirror to fix my hair. I’m freshly showered and dolled to the nines. I’m completely naked underneath this robe, ready to break free.

Brock will be here any minute and I’m like a little kid at Christmas. Who am I kidding? Spending time with him is better than any Christmas I ever had. I get the tingles deep inside my body every time I think of him, which is all the damn time. He makes me laugh, he’s intelligent, and I can’t even rate his hotness level because it’s just ridiculous. I’ve never been so physically attracted to another human being in all of my life. I know that Simon and I met when I was fifteen, but I don’t think that’s it. I think there’s more to this. I have no idea exactly what that is, but I intend to find out.