Kiss and Don't Tell(40)

And of course, at three in the morning, all I could think about was how I would make her come. It would be all about her, not me. I would spread her across my bed, strip her down, and then make her squirm with my tongue and lips and fingers until she couldn’t take it anymore, and then I’d pull away, ensuring the feeling of teetering on the edge of bliss consumed her. And then, when she’d least expect it, I would make her come all over my tongue.

Hell, after I played it out in my head, I jacked off again.

And it’s also the reason why I’m on my way to the gym to work off some of this pent-up energy. Normally, I’d go run outside, but given the storm we had last night, the roads won’t be good for running, and I’m not looking for an off-season injury.

I slip out of my room and start down the hall just as Winnie’s door opens, as well. Not expecting to see me this early in the morning, she jerks back and clutches her hands over her mouth, muffling her squeal of fright.

“Oh my God, Pacey. Were you standing there all night?”

I chuckle. “Yes, in fact I was. I went back to my room, but instead of sleeping, I chose to stand right here, in front of your door.”

She lets out a deep breath and pushes at my shoulder. “Freak.”

I take her in. Bike shorts and sports bra with some running shoes. Her hair is in one of those fluffy buns on the top of her head, and those sexy freckles are visible across her nose and cheeks. Damn, she looks good.

“Where you off to?”

“Thought I would go for a walk. Couldn’t get much sleep last night so thought I would walk off some of this energy.”

You and me both. But what I want to know is . . . was she thinking about me like I was thinking about her? Did she masturbate to the thought of me like I did of her? No. She wouldn’t have, because it sounds like she doesn’t know how to get herself to orgasm.

“Seems as though we had the same idea, but you’re not going to want to walk outside unless you want to slide around everywhere.”

“Ugh, I keep forgetting we’re in the mountains with no regular roads. Where are you going, then?”

“The gym.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.” She turns back toward her room. “Well, I guess I’ll just jump back into bed.”

“Or . . . you can come to the gym with me?” I would love to see her work out in those short shorts and revealing sports bra.

She snorts. “Oh, okay. Yeah, let me get right on that.”

“What’s so funny? You can bench the bar.”

“And you can bench me, plus some, so let’s not pretend that I wouldn’t be an embarrassment in the gym next to you. Plus, I’d rather you not hear me grunt.”

I lick my lips and give her a smooth once-over. “You’re wrong. I’d love to hear you grunt.”

Her eyes widen. “Uh, oh . . . umm . . .”

Chuckling, I grab her hand and pull her along with me. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Why do I feel as though it won’t be?”

But I don’t give her much chance to change her mind, because I lead her down to the basement to the state-of-the-art gym Taters put together for us. I flip on the lights, and the gym comes to life.

Free weights are off to the right, along with three benches and squatting racks. To the left is the cardio equipment, as well as jump ropes, bands, mats, medicine balls, and Bosu balls. It’s everything we need for the off-season.

“Umm . . .” Her lips pop as she takes in the space. “This is incredibly nice.”

“Taters went all out.” I take my phone from my pocket and connect it to the Bluetooth speakers. “The gym is soundproof, so once that door is shut, we can crank up the music and the boys won’t hear a thing. Do you have any music you prefer to listen to while working out?”

“You’d hate my music, I’m sure.”

“Try me.”

She cutely stretches her arms. “I like to listen to boy-band music.”

“Why did I know you were going to say that?” Sighing, I go to Spotify and pull up a playlist made by someone, full of boy bands. I press play and the first song is “It’s Gonna Be Me” by *NSYNC.

“Okay, now I really know you’re flirting.”

“What gave you that impression?” I ask, walking over to her and taking her hand in mine again. I bring her to one of the treadmills and then step up on the one next to her.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” she asks.

“Warming up, unless you have a better, more fun way to get our bodies worked up?” My voice drops when I ask her.

Adorably, she quickly shakes her head and says, “Treadmill works. So, what do you do, just start walking, or—”

I start with a solid jog, and she stares at me. “I’m going to say this right now,” I tell her. “Comparison takes all the fun out of shit. Don’t compare yourself to me, just enjoy yourself. Working out is supposed to be fun.”

And I hope that because she’s easygoing and seems to be up for anything, she’s going to be okay with that.

Luckily, she is, because she cranks her treadmill up to a solid walk.

“Then show me some fun, Pacey.”





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