Gym Junkie

I shrug. “Next minute we’re kissing like animals and he’s pulling my hair. Before I know it, I’m on his lap and then he has his hand down my tights.”

Her eyes bulge again. “What?”

“I know.”

“You got fingered in the gym by a stranger?” She gasps.

“Shh!” I snap as I look around in embarrassment. “Keep your voice down.”

She leans in towards the table, remembering where she is. “Let me get this straight: you got fingered in a gym bathroom,” she whispers.

I nod.

She snatches my drink from me and drains that glass, too.

I laugh.

“And?”

“Well, I came, and then I got the hell out of there.”

She stares at me, horrified. “You came and left? Like a guy?”

I nod. “Kind of.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

“I know, right?” I shrug. “I don’t know what happened. This guy was off-the-hook and somehow I completely forgot who I was.”

She rolls her eyes. “Damn it, I need to go to a new gym. This is ridiculous. I’m over here at my shitty gym, horny as hell with not a finger in sight. Why doesn’t this shit ever happen to me?” She sighs dejected.

“Do you want another drink?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you for the walk.” We stand and make our way over to the busy bar, taking our place at the back of the line. Callie laughs as she stares at me, clearly still in shock. “Finger fucked in the gym bathroom. Whatever next?” she whispers, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I feel a hand snake around my waist from behind, and I turn, completely stunned to see Brock behind me.

“O-oh,” I stammer, caught off guard.

What’s he doing here? Shit, he didn’t hear us, did he?

He’s wearing a black V-neck T-shirt with blue jeans, and he’s towering above me with his hand splayed across my entire stomach.

“Hey,” he says smoothly as his eyes drop down my body. I’m wearing tight leather black pants with a burgundy off-the-shoulder top and high, black ankle boots. My hair is down in subtle waves. Suddenly, Brock kisses me quickly on the lips. “You look fucking delicious,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down my body again.

I smile and then look over to Callie who is staring at him, rendered speechless.

“Erm. Callie, this is Brock. Brock, this is Callie.”

He smiles sexily. “Hello, Callie.” He turns his attention back to me.

“Brock is my friend from the gym,” I add, trying to make my point to Callie.

Callie’s eyes widen as she connects the dots. “This is your friend from the gym?” she whispers.

Brock smiles darkly and winks at me, knowing full well that I’ve obviously told Callie all about him.

Oh God.

Suddenly, three men walk over, and I nearly swallow my tongue. “Tully and Callie, this is Joshua and Ben, my brothers-in-law. This one here is Adrian.” He pauses and then smiles fondly at the blond man. “My adopted brother. My sisters adopted him, so I guess I’m stuck with him.”

Adrian narrows his eyes and acts offended.

I’ve never seen four men, who are all so good looking, in one place together ever in my life. These guys actually hang out? Joshua is tall with a dark chocolate buzz cut. He’s ridiculously handsome and wearing a white shirt with blue jeans. Ben is masculine and looks like a total bad ass. Then there’s the blond who is quite simply divine.

The blond man smiles. “Hello, Tully.” He looks me up and down, assessing every inch of me.

Jeez. All I can do is smile awkwardly.

The men then go back to their conversation and order drinks, but Brock links his pinky finger with mine and pulls us out of the surrounding conversations.

Suddenly, it’s just the two of us in the room.

“I want to see you, but I can’t blow my sister off. It’s her birthday.” He gestures over to a table, and I see two gorgeous brunettes and a blonde woman sitting together drinking cocktails. They are laughing together.

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to.” I smile. “Go and have fun with your friends.”

His eyes drop to my lips and he kisses me again, softly and tenderly. “What are you doing later?” he whispers.

My eyes find Callie who is staring, wide-eyed and astonished at this beautiful male specimen whispering sweetly in my ear.

I gesture to Callie. “It’s a school night, so we’re going home soon.”

He turns to Callie only briefly before he looks back at me. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow night? Nine o’clock?” he asks as he squeezes my hand in his.

I can’t help but smile softly. He really is quite… “Sure. You bet.”

“Nice to meet you, Callie.” He nods and rolls his lips together, as if thinking to himself, and then he kisses me quickly again, just once, before disappearing back through the crowd.

Callie and I watch him walk away. We can’t take our eyes off those large, muscular shoulders, that tight ass, and the best damn arm porn I’ve ever seen.