36. Noah #3
Normally we start our day early with a jog, then get back home and have breakfast, and an hour or so later we work out.
But today we clearly started backwards with breakfast and Julian showing up.
So now I’m full and exhausted, which is making jogging relatively harder than normal.
I definitely won’t be putting much effort into my workout later.
As I come to an intersection right before our building, I stop and jog on the spot, looking both ways for any oncoming cars.
With my headphones at full blast, I can’t hear anything around me but my music, so my eyes are truly the only thing to help me know if there’s a car coming.
Thankfully, I don’t see any moving vehicles coming my way, only a few cars parked along the side or idling.
I start jogging across the road and make it halfway when movement to my left catches my attention. I look just in time to see a red car that was just idling to the side now speeding straight toward me with no intention of stopping.
My heart pounds in my chest and blood pumps in my ears as I realize just how close it truly is. I force all my strength into my legs and jump out of the way as quickly as I can. The side of the car knocks into my foot and sends me tumbling to the pavement as the car speeds off.
I hiss as I lie against the ground, an ache quickly spreading through my back and ankle, but not in a painful way that tells me anything is truly wrong. “Noah!” someone shouts my name as I sit up. “Are you okay?”
Ricky kneels beside me, looking me over before grabbing me by the arm and helping me to my feet.
Liam, one of the newer guards who jogs behind me every day, comes running back from the direction the car went with his phone to his ear.
He puts it away once he reaches us with a look that tells me everything I need to know.
This wasn’t an accident or coincidence. It was Victor.
I fucking knew this asshole hadn’t given up. Fuck, Veronica isn’t going to like this…
“Fucking bastard sped up too fast, I couldn’t catch the plate in time,” Liam says, panting slightly. “God damn it. I spotted that car yesterday but didn’t bother with it. Should have trusted my gut,” he growls angrily at himself.
“Give Jessie our location, I’m sure some camera nearby caught something. Although I doubt he’s dumb enough to use his own plates or show his face, so probably won’t lead to much,” Ricky tells him as he releases me.
“Already did. But you’re right, there’s no way that car is his, and we’ll probably never see it again after today. That would be a major rookie move, and clearly, he’s far from stupid.” Liam shakes his head. “You good?”
I nod. “Yeah, just hit my foot, but I’m fine.”
“Good. Let’s get you to safety while our bosses go over what just happened and hopefully get a lead.” Ricky scans up and down the street before telling me to start moving. We’ve gathered the attention of a few bystanders, but no one that looks suspicious.
I take the first step on my foot and immediately know I’ll need to ice it. Fuck, how am I going to hide this from Veronica without her freaking out? Both Liam and Ricky frown when they notice me limping, but I try to shake it off and walk normally.
“I’m fine. Nothing that won’t fix itself with a bit of ice and rest,” I try to reassure them. “But if you could keep this to yourselves and not mention it to Veronica, that would be really appreciated.” They give each other a look, not certain that hiding this is the best course of action.
“Look, I just don’t want her worrying even more. He came after me, not her. She’s already stressed out like crazy waiting for him to show up again, I don’t want to cause her more anxiety and fear every time I leave the house.”
“Fine, we won’t say anything. But from now on, Liam will be jogging closer to you, and no more taking the same route, certainly not if Veronica is with you. Change it up daily. I don’t want this fucker trying some shit like that again.”
“Deal.” I nod as we make it back to the building.
I head up to the penthouse and barely make it three steps in when my Kitten catches me trying to sneak in. She quickly runs over and holds onto me, worry shining in her eyes. “Babe? What happened? Why are you limping?”
“It’s nothing.” I cup her cheek. “Just tripped over a damn rock and hurt my ankle slightly. Nothing major.”
“Are you sure? You don’t want to get it checked out?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll just ice it a bit before our workout, then keep it up the rest of the day.” I kiss her temple, walking slowly over to the kitchen as she follows closely behind.
“Absolutely not. No working out in this condition. I don’t want you making it worse.”
I chuckle at the serious motherly tone she’s using. “Kitten, it’s my foot, not my entire body. I can still work out without putting much pressure on it.”
She rolls her eyes and grumbles something beneath her breath. “Fine, but if I see you forcing it in any way, there will be consequences.” She points her finger at me. “Now sit. I’ll get the ice pack.”
Two hours later, we’re getting close to finishing our workout in our home gym. And as predicted, Veronica is getting hotter and more bothered by the minute. Her slender fingers run down her neck to the tiny slope of her breast, caressing her skin back and forth.
Her eyes are trained on Gabe as he gets down to the ground, doing his regular goalie stretches.
Her breath grows by the second, her pupils dilating as she licks her lips sensually.
She then pushes off the wall she was leaning against and walks to the middle of the room, pretending to stretch out.
She starts by bending in half into a downward dog, then onto her knees as she pushes back her ass, swiveling her hips from side to side.
“I’ve been thinking of taking up yoga,” she starts. “It’s really good for the mind and body and helps with flexibility.” She lowers the top portion of her body, cheek and chest against the mat, ass high up in the air. “What do you boys think?” She smirks.
Once again, like I had seen the future, Gabe stands quickly and strides over to her with purpose. He drops to his knees behind her, grabs her hips, and brings his mouth down to her covered pussy, biting her through the material of her workout shorts.
Her yelp quickly turns into a moan as she wiggles against his face. He fists her waistband and pulls her shorts down to mid-thigh, giving him just enough room to lick at her mound. Then he devours her like a hungry beast as she squirms but doesn’t move from her position.
I move around and settle down on a bench beside them, giving myself the perfect side view.
Gabe laps up at her a few more times, edging her on, but never bringing her to climax.
He then straightens behind her as she whines and pleads for him to continue, which only rewards her with a sharp slap to the ass as he chuckles.
He pulls down his shorts just enough to expose his hard, thick erection and drives into her without warning. She cries out, nails biting into the floor mats. Her head turns my way, eyes hooded as she watches me with her bottom lip stuck between her teeth.
Gabe doesn’t give her time to adjust before he starts plowing into her at full speed. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust. Her screams echo through the room as she tries to hold on for dear life. He brings a hand down to her back along her spine, forcing her to stay down.
I push my gym shorts past my hips and fist my cock when it springs free.
Precum already leaks out of the tip, and I swipe it with my thumb, using it as lubrication.
My eyes never leave Veronica, never leave the way her eyes roll to the back of her head, the way her lips form a perfect ‘O’ every time he rams his fat cock into her tight pussy.
I watch him slide in and out of her, the way his abs clench with every pump, the concentrated frown set on his face as sweat drips from his hair. Watching Gabe isn’t what’s turning my dick to stone, it’s the act itself. Watching people fuck, the way they react—it’s hypnotizing.
“Fuck, Vixen. You feel so fucking good like this. Your pussy is fucking suffocating me,” he grunts out, removing his hands from her back and taking hold of her hips, slamming into her even harder with extreme fierceness.
I squeeze my fist tighter, my strokes becoming rough and frantic. My chest rises and falls with each heavy pant as my balls tighten and tingle. Veronica’s screams get louder by the second, the slap of their skin vibrating through the walls.
“FUCK! Oh God! Don’t stop! YES!” she cries and moans, whimpering from the assault he’s delivering but loving every moment of it. Our girl has changed so much since this all began. We never could have taken her like this before, but now, she craves it.
Her eyes refocus on me, and I watch the hunger take over as she zones in on my hand pumping my cock with brutal force. “I want you to come on me,” she says breathlessly.
I smirk. “Yeah?”
She nods eagerly and bites her lip. Her eyes close momentarily as she cries out when Gabe delivers another intense slap to her ass cheek. I get up and kneel beside her, ignoring the ache in my ankle at how it’s placed, and brush her hair to the side.
“Where do you want me, love? Want me to come all over your back?” I caress her cheek. “On this pretty little face? Or deep down your throat?”
Her eyes fill with lust as she looks at me. I already know what she really wants—our girl loves taking us in her mouth. I look over at Gabe for his permission to lift her onto her hands and knees.
He nods. “But hurry up because I can’t hold on much longer.”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m right there with you.”
I move in front of Veronica and help her up onto her hands, then fist her hair as she opens her mouth wide on another cry and shove my dick into her mouth. Hitting the back of her throat, I slide back out. “Relax, Kitten.” Then I push in once more, deep into her throat with a groan.