Chapter 30 #2
Normally, that would make me shy, make me want to change position.
Honestly, it’d make me regret the donut I grabbed in the break room at work this week.
But Stacylynne has beat it into our heads that the bounce is the sexiest part and to relax and let it clap.
That’s what they write songs about, and it’s pure and womanly and beautiful.
Plus, Kaede’s groans of pleasure as he watches me bounce like good Jell-O on him is pretty damn reassuring.
“Never any doubt that you’re an ass man, not a tit man,” I tease through pants.
“I’ll fuck them both if you’ll let me,” Kaede answers quickly.
I nod, wanting that but too close to the edge to do it now. “Soon, yes.”
Kaede freezes. “You gonna let me fuck your ass, honey?”
Even the thought is enough for us both to trip right on the edge of bliss. I clench Kaede tight inside me and moan out another ‘yes’, and he loses all control, fucking me hard and deep. I reach under myself, finding my clit and stroking in a fast blur to match Kaede’s punishing pace.
In three more thrusts, we both come . . . loud, wild, sweaty, and bucking with no rhythm. I feel the warmth of his cum inside me, feel the heat of his gaze as he watches me come too.
Panting, he traces a soft fingertip down my spine. “Did you mean it?”
I look over my shoulder and smile. “Yeah, but we’ll have to do some experimenting. You’ll be my first, so it’s going to take some work and we’ll have to go slow.”
Kaede leans over me to press a tender kiss to my temple. “I’ll never hurt you. We can go as slowly as you need.”
We stay like that for as long as possible until he softens inside me and slips out. “Shower?” I say, already heading to the bathroom.
“Seems like a waste to shower just to go sweat,” he says, following me even as he argues.
“We’re not going to the gym smelling like sex and then wafting pheromones all over the place when we get sweaty again. I’ll be beating women off you with a stick. Literally.” I laugh, but I’m dead fucking serious. I’ll do it.
But Kaede must’ve realized that the guys there might be sniffing my pheromones too because he shoves me into the thankfully-warm shower. I still screech and act like it’s too cold because it’s fun and funny to joke around with him like that.
We get ready, Kaede rubbing my ass at every opportunity even after I get dressed in workout shorts, a sports bra, and a tank top. It’s enough to make me consider staying home all day and getting started on a different type of training.
“I can’t stop thinking about what you said,” he growls, his hands dropping down to trace my thighs too. He grips the flesh there. “You’ve been working hard.”
I smile, glad that he noticed. I have been putting in extra time at the gym, sticking with Stacylynne’s class but also joining Ross and Kaede for some of their weight sessions, and even going to yoga with Abi several times.
Instead of the twice a week routine, it’s become more like five or six times.
I feel good and can tell a difference in my overall focus, even at work, and I get to come home with Kaede every night.
And my ass does look great, if I do say so myself.
But eventually, Kaede’s ready too, and we head out. “So, who’s the new trainer?” I ask as we climb into the car. “He good?”
“She came recommended by the head strength coach at Ohio State. His quote to me was ‘Jessica’s a hardcore bitch who’ll spout sunshine and blow rainbows while making everyone work their asses off until they beg for mercy,’ so I think she’ll fit in well.
I’ve already set up a session for you with her for next week. ”
“Gee, thanks,” I tease, looking forward to it.
We get to One Life, and things are looking good.
The early morning crowd on the floor knows me on sight now, and a few of the regulars toss me friendly waves.
Kaede talks to a few of them, especially Karen, a fierce grandma type who never misses a day, and Gus, a new dad who showed me approximately four hundred and twelve baby pictures the first time I met him.
The strongman area’s almost deserted, and we get started with the new logs. They’re not real logs but metal canisters complete with handles for our hands and posts on the sides to add additional weight.
Of course, Kaede does for his, putting on an extra fifty pounds on each side, while I’m perfectly happy with my empty log.
“How is it?” Kaede asks. “Light enough?”
“For me? It’s work, but yeah, I can handle it.” I look at his loaded log, frowning in jest. “So when are you going to stop messing around with the kiddie weight?”
He grabs me, scooping me up into his arms. “I guess I could just carry you,” he muses, dropping into a squat and thrusting up to stand again.
I whoop and hold on tight to his neck, laughing at his silliness.
“Mmm, not bad. You can be my workout.” He takes a couple of steps forward and then acts like he’s stumbling from my weight.
He lets me sink to the floor, keeping me pressed against him.
“Whew, I’m toast. You might be more than I can handle.
” He gives me that sexy smirk that says he knows damn well that he can handle me with ease, and I am not talking about my weight.
“Don’t you forget it, honey.” I pat his chest and he laughs, popping me on the ass as I strut back over to my log.
The jokes, the teasing, the utter comfort with each other are another sign of our growing relationship. We’re secure in each other, in our love, in our future, and most importantly, in ourselves.
Seeing myself through Kaede’s eyes has helped me learn that I don’t have to be so armored all the time to be taken seriously, and he gives me a place to be safely vulnerable.
And he’s learned that the difference between him and people like Ross and me was only in his mind, a matter of perception, not reality.
If anything, his upbringing gave him a significant gift, a core of strength and resilience that many others don’t possess.
He grabs his log too, lifting it easily though it weighs more than double what I do, and begins his presses.
I hold my log but don’t squat, just watching him instead.
He is so damn sexy, all hard ridges of muscles but not too bulky, and when he works, the veins in his arms start popping and he gets covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Sexy . . . and mine.
I’m glad I’ve got clean panties in my gym bag. Because every workout with Kaede leaves me soaked with more than sweat.
I do eventually get to my reps, which Kaede watches with open desire, returning my ogling and leering looks. But between us, it feels like foreplay. It’s fun and sexy, playing with these strange, awkward devices as we work together.
Logs are followed by flipping tires, which is much harder for me, but Kaede coaches me through calmly, encouraging me and pointing out where I can improve.
“What’s next?” I gasp, sweat trickling down my chest to disappear into my top between my boobs. Kaede’s eyes follow, and I laugh. “Tonight, honey. I promise you.”
“Well, how about you grab a drink while I get the last movement of today set up?” Kaede asks. “The new toys are still against the wall.”
I wipe my face with my towel and nod, walking over to the fountain.
“Hey, Court,” Ross says, right by my ear. I jump in surprise, nearly bumping my head on the wall. He chuckles as I stand up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
“Hey . . . thought you had a doctor’s appointment.”
“We do. But it turned into this whole thing.” Ross rolls his eyes and points over to where Vi, Mom, and Dad are standing by the entrance, waving.
Dad’s looking around the gym in admiration, even though I know he’s been by quite a few times.
He, more than anyone, knows what Ross has built here, and he’s proud of him.
They’re doing better now too, talking more like business equals, though I think Dad still bites his tongue some, knowing that Ross will have to learn some lessons the hard way.
But there’s no secrets between them anymore, and Ross doesn’t have that same need to prove himself to Dad.
I think now he just wants to prove himself to himself.
I’m doing better with that too. Doing my best for me and no one else and trusting that it’ll be enough.
“Mom and Dad wanted to tag along,” Ross says quietly. He’s smiling, but his lips aren’t moving, like he’s afraid Mom will read them from across the room. “I think Mom plans on sneaking in for the ultrasound to get a peek of the baby’s gender.”
“If she does, it’ll be her death certificate.
I think Archie and Vi’s mom would kill her where she stands if she ruins the reveal party.
” I talk the same way, a habit created from Dad’s fancy dinner parties when we were kids and had to behave around all the adults in cocktail dresses and tuxedos in our living room.
“Archie, death for sure. Vi’s mom and Nana? Probably an ancient curse. Like that the baby spits up on her every time she holds him or can’t say Granny and decides to call her Ninny or something awful and embarrassing.”
I laugh. “It’d serve her right. Need me to run interference for you?”
Ross smiles. “Thanks. Dad’s on it.”
Suddenly, music starts playing loudly, bass bumping and thumping through the gym like the studio doors are wide open. “What’s that? There’s no class this morning.”
Yeah, I have the schedule memorized, a hazard of living with the owner and the gym being my second home.
Or third? I do spend a lot of time here, but I’m at work for eight hours a day.
Either way, I have it all down pat—gym classes, trash truck pickups at Kaede’s, work campaign deadlines . . . all in my computer brain.
Ross looks at Kaede, a question in his eyes too. Kaede holds his hand up “I got it. Don’t want you to be late.”