Blake

  Well, this is clearly a mistake. This gorgeous girl looks at me like I’m a bug under a microscope. She’s trying to figure me out and doesn’t like what she sees, apparently. I wonder if it’s just me, or if she’s standoffish with everyone. I hate the fact that the more she withdraws, the more I want to include her in the conversation. I had to remind myself to close my mouth when she first got here. It’s been a long time since my body perked up and responded to a beautiful woman like this. There’s something about her…something besides that amazing hair, those huge eyes, sweet curves, and creamy skin. I can’t put my finger on it just yet, but I’m captivated by her, and she couldn’t care less.

  So, my first attempt at conversation bombed, and now I’m sitting back, watching her talk to Josie. She has a stunning smile…those lips…yet she doesn’t smile at me, other than in this strange way that makes me feel chilled. What did I do?

  Chug says something, and the girls go quiet. I’m still staring at Callie, and then I realize, suddenly, everyone is staring at me, and Chug looks like he’s about to start laughing.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I say, confused.

  Chug is grinning from ear to ear.

  “I asked you when your next competition is,” he says.

  “Oh,” I blink a couple of times, trying to switch gears.

  I didn’t think I had that much wine, but I can’t seem to form a coherent thought. All I can focus on is Callie, and the way that the shadowed V of her cleavage just peeks above the zipper of her sweater. I want to take the tab of that zipper between my teeth and…

  “So, when is it?” Chug prompts, derailing my dangerous train of thought.

  “Oh right. My bad. It’s next week, at the convention center,” I say, conscious of the fact that Callie is still looking at me.

  I try to catch her eye and smile, but she turns away, blushing and reaching for her wine. What on earth has Chug told her about me to make her act like this?

  “Think you’ll place?” my brother persists.

  Damn him. I want him to shut up so that I can go back to studying Callie. She’s different somehow, and I find myself interested, for the first time in a long time.

  “Hard to say. There are some guys who qualified for nationals who’ll be there,” I shrug.

  I hate talking about myself. I’d much rather hear about the cool brunette across from me, who seems to be utterly absorbed in something that Josie just whispered to her.

  “So, do you work out multiple times a day in order to compete?” Callie asks suddenly, sounding like she’s forcing herself to participate.

  “No,” I say, desperately trying to think of a witty remark, or at least something funny to say. “I don’t think the Chief would be very happy about that.”

  Bombed again.

  “Oh that’s right. You’re a fire fighter too,” Callie nods, seeming to forgive my lame conversational skills.

  I’m usually much better at this. Out of practice, I guess.

  “Is that like a family thing?” she asks, actually seeming interested.

  “Yeah,” I nod. “Our dad was a fire fighter and we both wanted to follow in his footsteps, ever since I can remember.”

  “All boys want to be a fireman when they grow up and you two actually did it,” Callie observes, and finally, she smiles.

  It’s breathtaking. For a second I freeze, but I recover quickly enough that I hope she doesn’t notice.

  “Yeah, we get paid to play with our hoses,” Chug wisecracks.

  Josie blushes and giggles.

  “You gotta love it when a man can handle his hose,” Callie shoots back with this mischievous look.

  I nearly choke on my wine, and we all crack up. I’m intrigued.

  The rest of the evening passes quickly. Too quickly if you ask me, and after Chug and I fight with the girls to pay the check, we all head to the door.

  “Can I walk you to your car?” I ask Callie.

  She stares at me for a few seconds, and I wonder if she’s going to shoot me down and say no.

  “Yeah, that would be nice.”

  She gives me this soft little smile and then turns away in a hurry. She puts the fake-fur lined hood of her coat up, to block out the icy chill, and I follow her, pulling up my collar. She stops in front of a classic Mustang that’s been perfectly restored.

  “Wow, beautiful,” I say.

  “Yeah, my dad did all the work on her himself,” she says, fumbling with her keys.

  “Oh, I didn’t mean the car,” I smile, stepping closer.

  I had been going for suave, but it just came out creepy, and I could tell that Callie didn’t know how to react.

  “I had fun tonight,” she says finally, unlocking her door.

  “Yeah me too,” I nod.

  She shivers and opens the door.

  “Well, thanks for walking me to my car,” she smiles, turning to get in.

  Clearly I’m dismissed.

  “Maybe I’ll see you around the gym sometime,” I say, kicking myself for not being more smooth.

  I’ve definitely lost any ‘game’ that I once might have had. It’s probably just as well. I don’t have the time and energy for a relationship right now anyway.

  “I’ll be the one looking awful,” she says with this sad little smile.

  She shuts the door and waves before I can reply. I step back and raise a hand in farewell. Well, at least I had some great Greek food.

  Callie

  “Are you kidding me? That was a total disaster,” I hiss at Josie while we stretch before our yoga class.

  “I thought it went well. Blake is just a quiet guy. He hasn’t had a girlfriend in quite a while and I really just think he was out of practice,” Josie whispers. “Chug says it really looked like he liked you.”

  “Chug is delusional,” I roll my eyes. “Listen, I’ve been rejected by enough hot guys to know when one isn’t interested,” I say mildly. “Guys like what they like. I’m obviously just not his type.”

  “You’re not feeling very good about yourself right now, are you?” Josie asks quietly, her eyes filled with concern.

  “What makes you say that?” I laugh off her comment, recognizing that there’s at least some truth to it.

  “Your ex really messed you up with his judgmental crap,” her jaw tightens. “Blake is a good guy and you didn’t even give him the chance because you were convinced he wouldn’t like you before you every met him,” she observes, painfully accurate.

  The yoga teacher claps her hands together twice, softly, announcing that class was beginning, so I don’t have to answer, but Josie’s honest analysis haunts me all through class. Afterwards, sweaty and pink-cheeked from yoga, I walk out of the locker room, lost in thought. Was I carrying baggage from my last relationship? Nope. No way. It’s just a cold reality that someone like Blake wasn’t interested in someone like me.

  “Hey there,” Blake’s voice comes from behind me, making me jump.

  I whirl around, my pink cheeks going red, as I thank my lucky stars that he can’t read my mind.

  “Oh! Hi Blake,” I paint on a smile and hope that it doesn’t look as frozen on my face as it feels.

  “Good class?” he asks.

  He’s dressed in sweatpants and a tight t-shirt, and has a towel draped around his neck. As my eyes travel further south for a brief instant, I note that there seems to be a sizable package under the soft fabric of those sweatpants, and my blush deepens.

  “Uh, yeah,” I say, too brightly, averting my eyes so that I don’t embarrass myself.

  “Cool,” he smiles. “Listen, I was just about to get a smoothie. Care to join me?” he asks. “My treat.”

  He seems to be more relaxed here, in the gym – his native habitat.

  “I can never turn down a smoothie,” I admit, with a soft chuckle. “But, I really shouldn’t. I’m trying to shave off a few pounds that I put on during the holidays.”

  “I think you look great, but if you’re working toward a fitness goal, I definitely get that. So…maybe a medium smoothie?” he tries again, and the look on his face is adorable.

  He reminds me of a puppy that’s trying to get his human to play. I can’t resist. The peanut butter beckons to me like a lighthouse in the fog.

  “Sure, why not,” I say, smiling for real this time.

  “Great,” he grins and I notice that he has perfect teeth. Smooth, white, and those lips…

  We get our smoothies, and it turns out that we have the same favorite flavor. We sit at the smoothie bar and sip contentedly for a few minutes.

  “Well, I’d better get going,” I say, acutely aware of being sticky, sweaty and unkempt in the presence of a man who looks like a Greek god, even after his workout.

  “Let me grab my jacket, I’ll walk you to your car,” he replies, sliding down from his perch, smoothie in hand.

  “Oh, I didn’t drive today. It was so nice outside that I walked,” I inform him, thinking that’ll be the end of it, and wondering if it’s rude to let him buy me a smoothie and then not stay to drink it with him.

  “Perfect. I’ll walk you home then,” Blake grins. “I’ll be right back.”

  He leaves me standing there, with my mouth open, wondering what the heck just happened. He clearly had no interest in me the other night, but now, it seems like we’re bestest buddies. I could have worse things happen than to be walked home by Adonis, so I just nod and stand there. My jacket is hanging on the hall tree by the door in the lobby and I grab it on the way out. Is it my imagination, or did the two gym bunny receptionists at the front desk exchange a look when Blake placed his hand in the small of my back and held the door open for me? Jealous much? Little did they know, he was just being kind to me because my friend is dating his brother.

  “I want to apologize for the other night,” he says, as we stroll down the sidewalk in the pale winter sunlight.

  It’s unseasonably warm for this time of year, almost sixty, and it feels good to be breathing fresh air and sipping at my smoothie.

  “What do you mean?” I frown, confused.

  “I haven’t talked to…someone like you in a very long time and I didn’t know what to say, or how to behave…” he says, seeming embarrassed.

  “Yeah, it’s awkward when well-meaning friends try to do something nice and end up making everyone uncomfortable,” I laugh softly.

  “It’s not that…exactly. It’s more like…I saw you and I was just blown away,” he admits with a soft laugh.

  “What? Why?” I demand.

  I know that I probably wasn’t what he expected, but it was pretty rude of him to be that obvious about it.

  “Because it’s been quite a while since I met someone so beautiful that they made me speechless. In fact…that’s actually never happened before. I felt like I was in high school again, trying to get up the courage to ask someone to prom,” he confesses.

  Wait. What?? Why on earth would he say something like that about me? Someone like him could have any girl he ever wanted. Was he just being nice?

  “I…I don’t know what to say,” I stammer, trying to take it all in.

  “Oh good, you’re speechless too,” he teases, nudging me with his elbow.

  This guy is truly adorable. I want to go along with what he’s saying, but it seems way too good to be true. Is he a serial killer or something? Fortunately, we just now reached my house, so I don’t have to think about a comeback.

  “Well, this is me,” I say, looking toward my house, still hanging on to my smoothie.

  “You know what’s great after a peanut butter banana smoothie?” he says, an intense look in his eyes.

  “Uh…what?” I blink at him, wondering where he’s going with this.

  “Coffee,” he replies, looking at my front door with a smile.

  “Huh?” I stare at him, frowning.

  “Sure, I’d love some,” he grins, taking my arm and leading me to my front door.

  “Oh, okay,” I mumble, still trying to figure out what in the heck is going on.

  Blake starts talking about his upcoming body building competition while I stumble through the process of making coffee. Twitch, my fluffy white kitty, has jumped up into his lap while he sits at my kitchen table, and the two of them seem to get along quite well. I pour the water into the coffee maker, shake the grounds into the filter, and push the switch to start brewing. When I turn around, Blake is standing right behind me, so close that I feel his breath fan my cheek. I instinctively put my hands up, and they collide with his rippling chest muscles. He runs a finger along my jawline and gazes into my eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, brushing his lips across my forehead.

  The tender touch makes me shiver with delight. His chest is radiating beneath my hands, and he steps closer, slipping his arms around my shoulders. Yep, he’s definitely a serial killer, and I may be about to die, but I’ll die smiling, because this dude is smokin’ hot.

  “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I first saw you,” Blake murmurs, cupping my face gently in his hands.

  He bends his head toward me and before I can even react, his lips close on mine, moving gently in what has to be the hottest kiss I’ve ever felt. My knees go weak and the crotch of my panties gets hot and wet. His tongue slips between my lips, and mine thrusts out to meet his, touching the tip of it and sending spirals of longing through my body. I taste the salt from his workout, and it makes me crazy. I moan. He explores my mouth with a slow skill that has me throbbing.

  With one hand holding me close, he takes the other and traces a trail from the underside of my jaw, down my neck, and lingers at the vee of my t-shirt, making my nipples push against the cups of my sports bra. I press closer and feel his massive hard-on pulsing against my hip. I can’t help myself, I gasp. I want him inside me. Right here, right now.

  Inflamed by my reaction, he moves his mouth on mine with greater urgency, his tongue exploring my mouth, while his hand moves lower, coming to rest on my breast, his thumb making circles on my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra. My knees buckle as waves of sensation soar through me, from my nipple to my clit.

  In a heartbeat, as though I weigh less than a feather, Blake puts both hands under my ass, gripping my cheeks and lifting me so that I wrap my legs around him, causing my throbbing pussy to press against his erection. I feel weak with desire, and want to shed all layers of clothing that are keeping him from entering me.

  “I want you,” he husks, his breath hot against my ear.

  “Yes…please,” I pant.

  I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. It’s surreal, this super-hot guy has just said that he wants me. Am I dreaming?

  “Take my clothes off,” I order, wanting him so bad that my sweet lady parts ache.

  Capturing my lips with his, he gently sets me down and draws back. Locking eyes with me, he slowly slides my jacket from my shoulders and onto the kitchen floor. Taking me by the wrists, he raises my hands above my head, and peels my workout tee off of my body. I wore the sports bra that clasps in the front, thank god, and he expertly unclasps it with one hand.

  Blake’s breath catches in his throat when my luscious boobs spring free, and he buries his face between them, licking, sucking, groaning.

  “Oh god,” he growls, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking, making bursts of pleasure shoot through my body.

  Reluctantly, he pulls back, fire in his eyes. My legs tremble as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my yoga pants. He kneels in front of me, and pulls the pants and my thin cotton panties down, inch by inch. His lips follow their progress, starting at my belly button. He kisses and tongues his way down my body, past my hip bones, down the crease where my leg meets my body, and lower.

  Rocking back on his haunches, the head of his cock peeking out from the waistband of his sweatpants, a droplet of excitement glistening on the tip. He pulls my pants and panties down the rest of the way, running his hands down my legs as he frees them from the stretchy fabric. In a flash, he picks me up and sets me gently on the counter, next to the kitchen sink.

  He shucks his shirt and my mouth falls open when I see the hard muscles of his torso. His eyes drink in every inch of me, looking like a predatory animal, and it sends a thrill shooting through me. I feel a bead of moisture trailing down my thigh, and I’m tight with longing. Stepping toward me, he puts a hand on each of my knees and slowly spreads my thighs apart.

  Bending over, his lowers his head between my legs and I feel his breath hot on my pussy. I writhe with longing, my hands clinging to the edge of the counter. I feel Blake’s tongue flick out and lightly touch the hot, swollen lips of my pussy. Flick, flick, flick. He’s driving me mad with desire and I groan, wrapping my fingers in his thick flaxen hair.

  Like lightning, he plunges his tongue into the core of me, and I convulse with joy.

  “Yes,” I growl, gripping his hair.

  He runs his tongue from bottom to top, spreading it wide so I feel the heat and wetness of it completely, over every surface and fold. He circles it over the hooded area of my clit and I feel wetness puddle beneath me on the counter.

  “Suck it,” I command, unable to wait.

  I pull his head closer to me, and grind against his mouth as he focuses on my clit, licking and sucking.

  “Yes,” I cry out, as the violent tremors of my release begin to rocket through me. “Yes,” I scream, my body lifting and bucking against his mouth.

  Blake reaches up to tweak my nipple, while he sucks hard on my clit, making me come even harder. I feel like my body is about to fly apart, shattering from the core of me, outward. I scream and gasp, losing all track of time and space as I succumb to his lips and touch. Just as the tide of my release is about to ebb, Blake abruptly stands up and lowers the front of his sweatpants, his impressive cock springing free.

  “Oh god yes, fuck me,” I whisper, deep in my throat.

  While my pussy is still clenching and releasing from the throes of my ecstasy, he pushes the blunt tip of his bouncing cock against it tapping to get in. With every tap, I want him more. I’ll beg if I have to.

 

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