Chapter 5
Dani
A nother day, another round of torture helping Brock work out. At first, we had only focused on cardio, upper body, and abs. Fuck he had nice abs. Today was our first crack at a lower-body workout. On the plus side, he hadn’t had any pain or issues with his injured quad. On the negative side, my eyes had a very hard time leaving his ass. Seriously, the sight of a man squatting, even with light weights was porn. Calves, quads, glutes, everything flexing and straining. For a girl who grew up being bigger than everyone else, it made me feel like he could pick me up and toss me. It appealed in a way that was less than feminist.
Unfortunately, his legs hadn’t had a decent workout in a while, and around rep number five, his form started to waiver. I moved and stood behind him. “Don’t arch your lower back. Keep it straight.” I laid one hand against his spine and wrapped the other around his middle to press against his lower abs. I felt him suck in a breath, but he dutifully followed my direction. Even so, I stayed where I was. It was what a good trainer would do. Certainly, had nothing to do with how good he smelled even as he worked up a sweat. Or how easily I could picture sliding my hand lower and cupping him through his shorts. In my mind, he would be rock-hard for me. Then we would switch positions, and he’d show me just how much he had healed since the stabbing.
“I think that’s twelve reps.” I had no idea. I had stopped counting. Maybe all of my training was getting to me mentally. Maybe I was just missing chocolate since Nate told me I couldn’t have it on my fight training food plan. Maybe after spending half my life crushing on this guy, having him under my hands was just too much.
“How does your leg feel?” I still hadn’t moved. I couldn’t help but notice that neither had he. If anything, he had gotten closer.
“You tell me.” There was a husky quality to his voice that made my pulse pound. He put his hand over mine and slid it down over his hip and to the top of his quad. My thumb grazed the side of his dick as it moved over his hip. He was half hard. He sucked in a breath, and so did I. It wasn’t an accident. I knew it wasn’t. I’d gotten the odd hint here and there that maybe he saw me as a woman and not just as his friend’s sister. This was the clearest sign I’d had. Maybe he was suffering as much as I was. He had more to lose. Me sleeping with my brother’s friend wasn’t as bad as his friend sleeping with me. Either way, the temptation was too much.
I walked my fingers so the fabric of his shorts moved up until my hand landed on his bare thigh. “Feels a little stiff.”
He huffed out a breath as I kneaded the muscle, just inches from where he tented the front of his shorts. “That tends to happen when you’re around.”
“Yeah?” The heat pooling between my legs was getting hard to ignore and my hips came to rest against his ass. “Want me to rub it out for you?”
“You have no idea how much I want that.” He started to move my hand over towards his dick. It wasn’t far to go but we both knew it was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. I held my breath as first my thumb then my palm moved over his hard length. “Fuck.” His voice was breathy and unsteady. A loud whirring broke the sound of our combined breaths, and I jumped away from him. His phone vibrated gently on his coffee table. He ran a hand through his hair and picked it up looking at the screen. He cleared his throat. “It’s a text from your brother. He’s coming over to borrow a socket set.”
I licked my lips. My eyes darted to his crotch, then away. “I guess I should head out then.” We were only halfway through the workout, and we both knew it. I couldn’t stay in the room with him anymore. I couldn’t watch him interact with my brother when I’d been an inch away from giving the man an over-the-pants hand job in his living room. Not exactly Shakespearean romance, but the same principle applied here as it did for Romeo and Juliet. If you don’t want to piss off your family, keep your hands to yourself.