Chapter 22 Hawk
TWENTY-TWO
hawk
I hadn’t planned to work out this morning, but the thought of Kendra in her tight workout clothes pushing through leg day was enough to pull me out of bed.
Following her around like a lovesick puppy hadn’t been my plan, but that’s what happened. Thank God we were the only ones in the gym.
She’d planned the workout, and while I was pretty comfortable with my fitness level and general athletic ability, her routine was far more strenuous than mine. The post-workout sauna would be the only way I would get through the day without popping Ibuprofen.
I leaned back against the sauna wall and closed my eyes.
I would be lying if I said that Kendra’s trauma history hadn’t given me pause.
On the surface, she was ambitious and assertive, traits that I was drawn to.
But I doubted she ever relaxed. If she wasn’t at work, doing everything to get ahead, she was running fucking marathons and tossing barbells around like they were made of styrofoam.
Was that a trauma response? I wasn’t sure, but I thought too highly of her not to do my best to respect her history. Man, it had been tough sending her home last night.
I jumped when I heard the sauna door open.
“Oh, hi,” Kendra said. “I didn’t know anyone would be in here. Do you want me to leave?”
Fuck me. She was naked under that towel.
“Come in and lock the door behind you.”
She sat directly across from me, and I wished I had worn my bathing suit. But she’d never taken a sauna before, so I thought I would have the place to myself.
“Any reason why you’re starting a sauna routine?”
She looked away, her face flushed in embarrassment. “I went a little too hard at the gym trying to impress some boy.”
I felt my mouth turn up into a smile. “You don’t have to try so hard. Everything you do impresses me.”
A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and I watched it slip down her face. My sweat broke out, and I was now dripping. The towel tied at my waist was doing very little to absorb what was now pouring out of me.
“How about this?” She dropped her towel, and my eyes crawled over her body. Her perspiration only added to her absolutely perfectly sculpted, athletic build.
“Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’ve been trying to do exactly that. Instead, I went home and went four rounds with Lucifer before I could get to sleep.”
Kendra stood, turned her back to me, showing off her perfect, tight, little ass, and made a production of smoothing out her towel to cover the bench. When she was satisfied, she sat back down, leaned back, and spread her legs just enough for me to see the dusting of manicured, red curls.
“You’re describing me every night since I met you.”
“Sounds like torture.” Fuuuuuck. My dick twitched, a reminder of just how left out it had felt when I sent Kendra home wanting.
She cupped her breasts. Not even enough to fill her tiny hands, but oh, so perfect.
Her mouth hung slack as she pinched her nipples between both her thumbs and forefingers.
I swallowed hard and released the knot on my towel, pushing it aside so she could see exactly how tortured I was. She licked her lips, staring hungrily at my dick.
“Jonathan—”
My God, I loved it when she used my real name.
So did my dick. I was painfully hard, and it begged for some action.
She traced her fingertips down her body, spread her legs wide, and placed her heels on the bench so I could see everything as her finger circled her clit.
Her control was only a facade, ruined by the evidence to the contrary as her toned stomach rippled in time with her breath.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I want to watch you touch yourself, too.” Her breath was heavy, and it caused her voice to crack. As she slipped one finger inside her pussy, my control snapped.
My fist wrapped around my cock; her pupils were blown wide, with only a small ring of cornflower blue showing. She bit her lower lip and watched every stroke.
“Two fingers, Kendra. Don’t be shy.” She immediately responded and followed my demands. Fuck, I could already feel my balls tighten. The weeks of wanting Kendra, teasing her, had only caused me to be strung so tight I was ready to burst.
When Kendra cried out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I lost it. Thick ropes of cum made an absolute mess of my towel.
After taking a minute to regain her breathing, she withdrew her fingers and licked them clean. Wrapped in her towel, she stood and approached my side of the sauna. She swirled her perfectly manicured fingers in the cum on my leg and tasted it too.
“Hmm, a pretty good mix. Gotta run. Can’t be late.”
I was left speechless in the sauna, staring at the door with my dick hardening again, unable to think of anything other than what had just happened.