I didn’t exchange numbers with either of them, so I’ve had no communication at all since I left Power Plus. Flashes of our shower roll through my head as I’m driving up to the building.
God, I’m not even at the gym yet, and I’m already sweating.
As I get out of my car, I grab my gym bag and make my way through the doors.
With each step, I notice I’m more and more slippery fucking wet between the legs just waiting to see the two of them.
I need to get it together.
These guys are hot. They’re uninhibited. They’ve got the muscles of a Greek sculpture and they’re hardly fucking shy about showing them off.
They probably fuck women in that shower together all the fucking time. I need to stop being so fucking obsessed over them—especially since I don’t even know what this is yet.
I feel like Pavlov’s dog, only instead of food and a bell, as soon as I enter the gym, I’m pooling in my panties. I’m not complaining whatsoever; it’s one hell of a motivator, if nothing else.
In my line of vision as soon as I walk in are Chase and Eric. I see Chase flash me an eager, sexy smile.
…mmm. That grin could hypnotize me into doing anything and everything for him. It’s fucking dangerous, a smile like that.
“Well well well,” Chase speaks up. “Look who made it in today.”
“Couldn’t stay away,” I respond. “I’m a gym addict now.”
“I wasn’t actually expecting to see you. Neither of us were, really,” continues Chase. “We gave you a run for your money yesterday. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided to stay home on the couch and ice those pretty thighs of yours.”
“My thighs aren’t all that needy of ice after all,” I tease. “Somehow, I’m not surprised to see you here, though. I have it in my head that you two just don’t ever leave.”
“You’re not exactly wrong.”
He’s looking even fucking hotter today. His hair is pushed back, with just the perfect amount of sweat beading across his forehead.
“Well then, I guess I always know where I can find you,” I playfully respond, in the subtlest sultry voice I can manifest.
I can see in the green of his eyes that he’s excited to see me again. I might be his Pavlov, because he’s salivating enough to have to swallow multiple times in our brief exchange.
He swallows again before he says something undoubtedly clever and charming back to me, but before he can, I feel big, strong hands at my waist.
Eric comes up behind me and lifts me right off the ground, effortlessly moving me out of the way. I yelp, and he quickly places me back to the floor, facing him.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he says, greeting me.
“Hello yourself, stranger,” I reply, grinning at him. He flashes me a smile, showing off those pearly white, perfectly straight teeth.
I admire the features of his face, giving him a seductive smile as I marvel to myself about how he just lifted me like I weighed nothing at all. It’s still ingrained in my brain to assume that someone that can pick me up has superhuman strength.
But then I realize I’m honestly a reasonable weight for anyone in here with experience to lift up like that now. For so long, no one would. No one could.
But now I’m suddenly a feather. It’s a really good thing.
Hell, with guns like that, he probably could have lifted me just the same at my previous weight.
“Here for a while, hot stuff?” Eric tilts his chin up in that cocky way I’ve noticed he does. He says it like he knows that he’s the kind of guy who can easily get away with calling women shit like that: hot stuff.
Admittedly, I blocked out my whole afternoon for this, but I wasn’t planning on being here long…unless another drool-worthy opportunity presented itself, of course.
My workout today won’t be quite so…intensive. I’m smiling, but my muscles are still so fucking sore from yesterday that I could cry attempting half of what we did on the equipment.
What we did in the shower, however, I’d absolutely be up for all over again. My limbs might be stiff and sore, but my pussy would be more than happy to go another round. They wouldn’t have to ask me twice.