2. Vera
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Vera
“One more round.” Derrick stands in the middle of the field as he has us run laps around it.
This is my fifth round and I’m getting tired. My stamina severely sucks, which Derrick seems to enjoy pointing out all the time.
My legs feel like lead and the rest of my body feels like a wet noodle, not much energy left in me at all.
How the hell am I supposed to last another round?
I thought we were going to do combat training, not running around fields all the time or jump over shit or anything like that. This isn’t combat training, this is torture.
“You can do it!” Caleb waves at me from the side of the field.
Since the cut on his foot is still healing, he’s not running as much as I am, which means I’m doing this with the people from Derrick’s team instead.
There are both men and women on his team, but they’re all way taller than me, so their strides are much longer, and they’re all clearly better trained. Making me run as much as them feels very unfair.
I catch a whiff of Mathew’s scent, just before his hand grazes my arm and he entwines our fingers.
“You’re almost there.” His voice is clear and he’s breathing harder, but he’s definitely not wheezing the way I am.
He said that Derrick was giving him crap for not working out enough, but if this is him when he’s slacking off, I don’t want to know what he’s like when he’s actually seriously training all the time…
Though, seeing him in a pair of workout shorts and without a shirt is definitely the highlight of these sessions, especially when his abs are glistening with sweat. That’s a great way to get my blood pumping.
“Aaaand, done!” Derrick pulls me from my thoughts.
The next moment, I’m swept up in Mathew’s arms, the scent of his sweat and pheromones surrounding me, making my own pheromones spike and heat pool in my core.
Damn, he smells good… So fucking good.
Mathew picks me up and carries me over to Caleb, lowering us onto the grass next to him.
Caleb hands us both a bottle of water, before he starts to knead my legs, easing the stress and tension.
“You did so well.” His voice is like a low purr and filled with pride. “This has been your best day yet.” His hands make soothing motions over my calves and the next moment, Mathew is massaging my back, making me melt under their touches.
“I’m still sore every morning.” I groan as Caleb rubs over a particularly persistent sore spot on my leg.
Both Caleb and Mathew snort and I try to swat at them, but my arms are too tired. “Not from that . From running and all the other stuff we have to do.”
“You should feel better in a week or two.” Mathew kisses my neck and I lean back against him, enjoying the way his chest muscles and abs move against my back as he takes deep breaths.
“Can’t we just move to the fun stuff? I want to do the fun stuff, kick people’s asses and things like that. Not run around a field all the time.”
I look at Derrick, who’s leading his team through a range of exercises with cones and all sorts of other things. They look way more fun than just running, but I’m too tired to join in.
“You’ll get there. He was exactly the same with me back in the day. Only, he was constantly on my ass… He would not let up until he was sure that I was fit and trained enough.” Mathew lets out a soft laugh, then he glances to the side and I notice that Timothy’s standing in the shadow of the house.
“Training is over. It seems I’ve got to get to work.” He stands up and then helps me up too as Caleb gets up himself. “You two enjoy yourselves in the bath upstairs, I’m going to take a quick shower downstairs. Or we’ll take hours to finish and I’ve got a few important things to get to.” He gives me a quick kiss and then kisses Caleb too.
I watch as Mathew jogs towards the house, his ass perfect in the shorts, making me want to squeeze it really badly. He’s way too sexy and I know he’s working out without a shirt because it turns us on… Showoff.
“How can he still have so much energy?” I groan as I lean against Caleb.
Caleb laughs. “Because he’s had a personal trainer for years, which really wasn’t in our budget.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him, giving me a hard kiss. “We better make use of it now.”
“I know…” I put my head on his chest. “Just like we better make use of his amazing bath.”
The last couple of days, ever since the night we found out that there’s a bounty on our heads, we’ve been working out every morning. We have to get up early for it and the three of us aren’t that good at going to sleep on time, so we’ve been running on very little sleep…
I’ve never liked working out before, but being surrounded by sexy people and having my mates give me plenty of massages has definitely made it more bearable.
I slide on the desk in front of Mathew as he’s on a call with someone.
He’s looking so serious, but I know that it’s time for him to take a break soon. He’s been working all morning and it’s almost time for lunch.
I’ve been sitting on the couch in his office, listening to him making calls and reading sexy stories all morning, while Caleb has been reading the handbook about security and stuff like that that Derrick has given him.
About half an hour ago, Caleb got up and went outside to read, so I wouldn’t keep trying to undo his pants because I’m bored. Apparently, having sex on the couch while Mathew is on a call isn’t allowed.
Such a spoil sport…
Mathew’s hand slides up my leg, rubbing over the inside of my thigh with his thumb.
“I’ll have someone send over a template contract.” He slides his thumb higher, almost reaching my thong, but not quite.
I slowly open the button-up that I’m wearing —one of his fancy ones because they’re so luxurious against my skin— making sure he sees every movement. I like wearing his button-ups. They’re basically short dresses on me and as long as we’re at home, I don’t want to bother with anything else. The weather is getting really warm and summery.
Mathew smirks, pulling up one of my feet and putting it over his very hard dick. Then he winks. “There’s no rush, this is just a friendly conversation. The head of my security team recommended we work with you, and I’d heard good things from some of your other clients.”
He runs his hand from my foot all the way up my leg and when he rubs his thumb over my thong, it’s clear how soaked I am.
I can’t help it. I’ve got two very sexy men with me, who keep me well-fucked all the time, but it also means I keep wanting more.
Especially when I’m constantly surrounded by their pheromones, and my only real sources of distraction —the spicy romances I’ve been devouring— are more a source of horniness than a source of relaxation.
I rub my foot over his dick and his pheromones spike, though his voice doesn’t change one bit.
“Yes. We’ll be in touch.” He listens as he slides my thong aside and rubs his thumb over my clit.
I reach up, quickly trying to muffle my moan. Damn…
“We’ll have another conversation after you’ve read the template contract. Correct.” He leans back, smirking at me as he rubs up against my foot.
He slips one finger into me, keeping my gaze, as I muffle another moan against my arm. “Have a good day.”
He puts the phone aside and sits up. “You’re being a very naughty girl. Trying to distract me while I’m making important calls.”
“I was bored, and you’re not even going with this guy. You’re just doing this out of politeness.”
“How would you know?” He tugs on my thong and pulls it off my hips, dropping it next to me on the desk, before pushing a few things aside and making me lie back, exposing all of me to him. His long hair slides forward over my sensitive skin as his eyes rove over me.
“I’ve been listening to your calls for days now. You sound different when you’re doing serious business—” The last word disappears into a moan as he slides two fingers into me and runs his tongue over my clit, playing with his tongue piercing over the sensitive nub.
Fuuuuuck, he’s good at that.
He could eat me out all day…
Then his other hand slides up and cups one of my boobs, before rolling my nipple between his fingers, sending electricity all through my body.
Fuck. Fuck…
I might be extra sensitive because I’ve been craving for Caleb and Mathew for hours now, but this guy is also way too good at this.
Our bubble of lust is broken when Derrick loudly knocks on the door. “Jorge is here. He wants to see you.”
Mathew stills, his eyes wide. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He quickly scrambles back into his chair.
He looks panicked, but his pheromones tell me it’s not fear, it’s desire that’s racing through him.
It’s the same as when Caleb unexpectedly walks into the room while we’re having ‘fun’. A heady mix of alarm over being caught doing naughty things and craving for more, hopefully with him joining in too.
And now he responds like that to this ‘Jorge’ guy too. Interesting…
“Let him in.” Mathew pulls me from the desk to sit on his lap, but I slide lower, kneeling between his legs as I look up at him. His eyes are blown large and he nervously licks his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I know.” I grin, pulling his chair closer so even if Jorge stands next to the desk, he can’t see me.
Then I nimbly open the button and zipper on Mathew’s suit pants before slipping his dick out of his boxer briefs.
“Oh, fuck…” Mathew stares down at me, his breathing hard, but when the door opens, he pulls a neutral mask in place.
Though, the way his fingers tighten in my hair as I lick all the way from the base of his dick to the tip make it very clear that he’s not as relaxed as he tries to appear.
This is going to be fun!