Somee #2
“I think we can make that work.”
She lifted both hands next to her head and shook them to express her excitement before she had her eyes on Ryland. “You can’t come to our dance parties, but you can come to ballet because they have boy dancers.”
When his eyes turned to me, I assumed he missed most of what she said because he was focused on the road. I repeated it and he laughed as I bit down on my lip to hide my smile.
Just that fast, she moved on and was asking for smash burgers for dinner but wanted me to make them because Joy wouldn’t know how to do it right. I guess Joy hadn’t completely taken my spot in the kitchen.
“Sure can.”
Our night was pretty chill, which I was grateful for.
Rylee wasn’t bothered by all the press, so Ryland and I collectively decided not to bring up the situation with her father.
We got home, she did homework, then helped me make dinner while Ryland handled business calls.
With whispers about his new contract, there were several new brand deals pending as well as renewals and commitments with existing ones.
We ate as a family and Rylee and I had a dance party where she attempted to show me everything she’d learned from the dancers that performed at her school. Ryland moved through her bedtime routine then popped in to let me know he was going to get a workout in.
My goal was to be his workout, but my plans were disrupted by video calls from my mom, then Marlee, which lasted longer than I intended because they were concerned about all the attention attached to my name.
Ultimately, my mother just wanted to make sure I was okay, which I assured her I was.
After I was done, I changed into the closest thing I had to workout clothes, black spandex shorts that landed just above mid-thigh and a black racerback tank, which I covered with a Harrington hoodie that I planned to come out of.
Because let’s be real, the kid didn’t spend much time in the gym at the moment..
My plan was to be a distraction, not improving my fitness.
When I reached the gym, Ryland was across the hall facing me, a bar across his shoulders in the midst of a rotation of squats.
He was shirtless, wearing black cotton training shorts with the Sharks logo on the left thigh hanging loosely around his waist and doing very little to contain his massive print.
I paused just inside the door and did a quick scan to see what I could tackle without injuring something and felt his eyes tracing my every move. I had a bottle of water and a plan, which was already working based on the narrowed glare I received after I turned my eyes back on Ryland.
“You don’t mind do you?” I signed. He smirked and shook his head.
I selected my first challenge and moved to the cable machine, which put me across the room from him, in front of the mirror which meant I could see what he was doing.
After I placed the water on the floor, I rolled my shoulders and did a quick side stretch before reaching for the attachment over my head, locking eyes with Ryland in the mirror.
He grinned, shaking his head again before he went back to his reps.
When I tugged at the handle, the damn thing didn’t move because the amount of weight was more than my entire body mass. I rolled my eyes, moved to the stack, and removed the pin, sliding it into the twenty-pound slot and starting over.
After a quick rotation of ten, I turned to Ryland, who’d finished his reps and was lowering the bar to the padded section where he stood.
“You see me right?”
“You didn’t do shit.”
“Yes I did. Don’t be mad when I’m fine out here in these streets,” I signed, then playfully brushed my shoulder, striking a pose. His gaze moved the length of my body before his hands were moving.
“I have a better way to get that body right.”
I grinned, rolled my eyes, and moved to the leg press but made sure I changed the weight to something I could handle before I eased into the seat and positioned my feet.
I watched Ryland move through several reps of lunges with a resistance band while I pretended to be focused on my lazy reps on the press.
“This is easy. I might need to see if there are any open spots on the Sharks roster.”
He watched my hands then laughed.
“What are you trying to be? A ball boy? I might be able to hook that up for you.”
I frowned and narrowed my eyes, which had his hands moving again.
“My bad, ball attendant.”
I shot him a bird and signed, “I’m fast, I could be a running back.”
He chuckled and tossed his chin. “Maybe, but if you’re on the field, I need you in that little skirt cheering for me.”
I arched a brow. “You doubting my athleticism?”
“No, I’m just being selfish. You cheering for me is the ultimate flex.” He finished his last set and stepped out of the resistance band, so I climbed off the leg press and headed to the bar he used for his squats.
“I need to do some leg work, can you take those off?” I pointed to the bar on the floor which looked like it had a thousand pounds on each end.
“So you just came to disrupt my workout?”
“I’m trying to get my weight up. You said I could use your gym whenever I wanted?” I shrugged and slowly pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. I was left in just my spandex shorts and tank, no bra.
“You’re trying to get something up, but it damn sure isn’t your weight.” His hand moved to his dick and I grinned.
“Are you helping me or not?”
His eyes moved over my body before he gave in and decided to play along. Instead of removing the weights from the bar he’d used, Ryland walked to the wall and lifted one positioned on metal hooks.
He brought it to me and placed it on the weight bench before his hands were on me. First, he turned me to face the mirror with a firm hold at my hips and kept his eyes on me while he lowered his head and kissed the curve of my jaw and my neck.
His palm slid down my thigh and back up, pressing his hand flat against my stomach, bringing me into his chest and against the thickness of his dick. When I shifted, he lifted his eyes and grinned, stepping back enough to give us space.
“Spread your legs shoulder-width apart.”