Chapter 25
25
HANK
1 New Message: Blondie
Stop it.
I looked up at her from across the gym to where she was sitting at her usual bench. She was a creature of habit and always used the same rack or sat at the same bench in the free weights section if she could. I knew exactly where to look when her message came through on my phone.
A few days had passed since I made her mine and I haven’t stopped thinking about her since. The next day she headed back to her place, but not until I had one more taste of her. Now that I knew what it felt like to have her, I wanted to have her every day if I could. She intoxicated my mind like a drug and I was already fiending for my next hit.
Stop what?
Stop looking so fucking hot over there. That girl on the machine in front of you keeps checking you out in the mirror. If she doesn’t stop I’m going to come over there and make her stop.
I turned towards her and she met my eyes before jutting her chin out towards the girl who was sitting at the machine in front of the rack I was at. Sure enough, she caught my glance in the mirror and gave me a sultry smile. I looked away quickly, not wanting to give her the wrong idea.
She’s pretty, isn’t she?
I read her text and tucked my phone back into my pocket. I then cleared my rack, cleaned it off, and walked towards where she was sitting. She watched me from her bench, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her over-ear headphones slightly removed, and gave me a perplexed expression. Once I reached her, I leaned over the bench, placed both my hands between where her legs were straddling it, and gave her a kiss.
“Not as pretty as you, blondie. No one is as pretty as my girl.” Her lips pulled back into a tight smirk and her cheeks flushed. I cocked my head to the side and pressed my lips to her cheek and she brought a hand to my jawline as I did. I was never one for public displays of affection before, but with her, I would do anything. Hell, I wanted people to know she was mine and that I was hers.
“Good answer. Wanna spot me?” As she stood from the bench, her breasts, which were well supported by her sports bra, brushed against my chest. The skin-tight, long-sleeve workout top and leggings she was wearing had been driving me crazy all morning, and now that I was close enough, I could smell her signature scent—honey and vanilla. I had to fight to not give myself away in my gym shorts.
She walked behind the rack and dipped under it so that the bar was across the back of her shoulders. As I walked to stand behind her, I counted the plates she had on both sides of her rack that she was about to squat.
“Holy shit, you know how much you’re squatting right now, right?”
She looped her hands around the bar and pressed it up so it was resting fully on her shoulders.
“195, it’s a new PR,” she grunted as she squatted down and pressed back up. I followed her motions one for one in order to catch her if she fell out of it. Each time she made it back up, she pushed a breath out through pursed lips. I kept my arms hovering under her elbows so she knew I was there but never had to help her up.
“Come on, Bailey, one more, you got this,” I encouraged as she stood in front of me, hovering with the bar across her shoulders. Her eyes were locked forward and I knew she was trying to hype herself up to get in one more rep. “You’re so strong, hermosa? 1 , one more, you can do it. I’m right here to catch you if you need me.” I kept my arms under her and took a step closer to her so she could feel me behind her. She shook her head and pushed out another forced breath before sinking down into a squat and rising to her feet before clicking the bar back into its holding spot. She ducked under the bar and turned to look at me before flexing. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her, she looked too damn cute.
“Nicely done, blondie.”
“Thank you, thank you, I have an excellent spotter.” She winked at me before sitting down on the bench.
“You mind if I share with you?” I flicked my thumb towards the bar and started to add some plates when she nodded her head.
“It’s Wednesday, right?”
“Yesterday was Tuesday which means today is Wednesday, yes.” My voice was playful but she stuck her tongue out at me anyway.
“That means you have D and D tonight with the guys?”
“Yeah, why?” I ducked my head under the bar and started to squat. She sat on the bench and watched me stand and sink back down. There were a few times I caught her licking her lips as her eyes followed my movements. After finishing my set, I racked my weights and stepped out from under the bar.
“Can I come?” Her voice was full of hope and her eyes gleamed at me.
“Uhhh…” I had to think. This was something the boys and I hadn’t discussed before, bringing a girl to campaign night. It was never really an issue when we were younger since none of us had girlfriends. The guys wouldn’t care if I brought her, would they? “Sure, yeah if you want to come you can. It’s probably going to be really boring. It’s not really a game you can join in on.”
“That’s okay!” Excitement teemed in her voice. “I’ll bring my book and read if I get bored. I would love to hangout with your friends and just watch you play. Plus, I miss you.” She gave me a sheepish grin and took a step closer to me. I couldn’t control my hands as they found her waist and pulled her in. I pressed another kiss to her cheek before spotting her through her next set.
Bailey was coming to campaign night and I could only hope that my friends wouldn’t want to kill me for bringing her.
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