“Blake…please,” I gasp.

  Hearing his name on my lips seems to inflame him and he slips inside, stopping halfway, then thrusting in and out, moving his hips in a fluid motion that rocks me to my core.

  “More,” I moan, watching the muscles of his abdomen clench and unclench as he thrusts, tightly controlling his movements. He’s teasing me and I fucking love it.

  “More?” he growls, with a savage grin.

  I hope I can take all of him. He’s huge, but I desperately want all of him inside of me.

  “More!” I pant.

  He slips in further, thrusting in and out.

  “More!” I command, and in a heartbeat, he buries his cock in my pussy, his balls brushing against me as he thrusts fully inside.

  “Yes!” I scream, as I feel my orgasm building again. “I’m gonna come,” I moan, hitching up to meet his every movement, feeling him filling me.

  “Do it, baby,” he growls, bucking harder.

  “Oh god!” I yell, as my body takes flight once more.

  His balls slap against my ass as he thrusts, my pussy grabbing and releasing him as I come. My breath comes out of me in guttural grunts and I lean forward, biting his shoulder as the waves of my release overcome me. I buck and spread my legs wide, my juices covering him. His body slaps against mine until I’m spent, panting, my pussy muscles twitching.

  Blake pulls out quickly and puts my hand on his massive cock. I know what he wants, and I’m going to give it to him. Wrapping both hands around his cock, I feel him start to twitch and dance in my hands as I stroke him. His legs go rigid and he throws his head back as the hot jets of his orgasm spurt up onto my hands. Hot come rains down onto my thighs and Blake grunts, pumping his hips like pistons as I stroke and squeeze him.

  “Aaaaghhh…” he calls out, his body shuddering as his release comes to an end.

  Panting, he leans forward and possesses my mouth with his, tasting wonderfully of sweat and sex…and smoothie. The coffee pot burbles, letting us know that it’s ready, and Twitch sits by a leg of the table, watching us curiously.

  Blake

  This chick rocks my world. Our unplanned date at her house was unexpected and everything that I could have hoped for. Not that I only want sex from her. I haven’t known her for very long, but I want to know everything about Callie. She’s the sexiest, sweetest, smartest woman I’ve ever been with, by far, and at this point, I’m just going to try to do everything I can to not screw things up. Something tells me that she’s had a rough time before. She has trust issues, and seems a little bit insecure about her looks, which I don’t understand at all. I think she’s drop dead gorgeous. I can’t even allow myself to think about her body at work, because I get so turned on that I have to go rub one off. I can’t wait to see her again. She gave me her number and I refuse to wait the standard three days before calling her. I don’t want to be intrusive, but I’m not going to let her slip away.

  I’ve got this competition today, and as soon as it’s over, I’m going to call Callie. Right now, I don’t even care whether I win or lose. I think about her all the time, and have spent the last few days with this ridiculous smile on my face. Chug noticed, and laughed at me. I didn’t even care.

  I’m backstage now, oiling up and getting my pump on so that I’ll make a good show, and the groupies keep coming back here trying to get a picture together. It’s annoying as hell, especially when I’m trying to keep my head in the game, but if I’m not nice to the fans, they won’t go nuts when I’m on the stage, and audience reaction hugely influences the judges sometimes, even if it isn’t supposed to.

  There are two girls who have been really persistent. I’m all ready to go out on stage, and they won’t leave me alone. Clearly security isn’t going to solve that problem, so I finally give in and let them take selfies. On the last one, one of these bitches shoves her hand down my suit, while the other pushes her tongue in my ear, and they somehow manage to snap a photo. That pisses me off. While it may seem like I’m putting myself on display like a piece of meat, that does not give them, or anyone other than Callie, permission to treat me like that.

  I pretend to laugh it off and pull myself away, just in time to go out on stage. My mind isn’t where it should be, but the crowd goes wild. I have no idea whether those two girls are out there or not, and I couldn’t care less. I win the competition, take my trophy, and call Callie. In the most anticlimactic moment ever…it goes to voicemail. I call again, and when I get no answer, I text, and text again. No response.

  What the hell? I thought the other day meant as much to her as it had to me. Was she just using me? If so, she could at least let me know that she wasn’t interested, rather than just ghosting me. I go home a champion, and I totally feel like a loser. Guess I’ll just go to bed early.

  Callie

  Josie convinced me that I should go to Blake’s bodybuilder competition, so, as weird as I might feel about seeing his nearly naked body on stage, in front of a whole bunch of strangers, I allowed her to drag me down there. I have to admit, it’s pretty damn exciting seeing him on posters around the venue. Apparently, he’s a big deal.

  I’ve been thinking about him ever since he walked me home. I’ve been in a daze because it all seems too good to be true. It’s not just that he’s gorgeous and makes me come like I’ve never come before. Yes, that stuff is awesome, but he also seems to be so sweet, and sensitive and I think he actually likes me for more than sex. I’m really trying not to be skeptical, but after as cruel as my ex was, it’s hard to trust anyone.

  “Go back there and give him a kiss before he goes out on stage,” Josie says, giving me a little shove.

  “No, I don’t know where to go,” I resist, even though I really want to see Blake.

  “Just go over there,” she points. “See that door? It leads backstage. Go! He’ll love to see you.”

  She gives me another little push, and this time I go. I feel shy, but I think he’ll be pleased. At least, I hope so.

  When I go through the backstage door, there’s a huge guy in a black t-shirt standing in my way. He has his arms crossed in front of his massive chest and he smells like old laundry and cologne.

  “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” he asks, with a bit of a leer.

  “I’m trying to see Blake before the show,” I explain, halfway hoping that he just throws me out.

  “You and everybody else,” he makes a face and jerks a thumb over his shoulder, stepping out of the way. “Down the hall and to the left, and make it snappy. Show is about to start,” he grumbles.

  “Thanks,” I say quietly.

  I don’t know why, but I have a really bad feeling about this all of the sudden. Like a ‘hair-standing-up-at-the-back-of-my-neck bad feeling. I walk quickly down the hall. Since I committed to the idea, I might as well get to Blake as soon as possible, so I can scurry back to my seat after I give him a kiss. My stomach flutters with butterflies, and my heart rate speeds up at the thought of seeing him again.

  I turn left at the end of the hall, following the bouncer’s instructions, and I come to a dead stop. I see Blake, with two young women wrapped around him. Suddenly, one shoves her hand down his suit, and the other starts making out with him. I feel like I’m going to throw up, and I spin on my heel and run back down the hall. I don’t want to see Josie, or anyone else right now, so I duck out of a side door and take deep gasping breaths of the icy air, tears running down my cheeks. I knew it was too good to be true. Blake was just using me. He said and did all the right things, and he was still nothing but a no-good liar. Just like my ex. I found out that bastard had been seeing other women for months while we were together.

  I had been right to stay away from men and keep myself safe. I had been right to think that Blake was too good to be true, and I hated more than anything, that I had let myself trust someone again. Feeling sick, and dirty, and used, I stumbled to the street in front of the convention center and hailed a taxi. Huddled in the corner of the smelly rented car, I cried all the way home.

  I had done my crying. I had baked four dozen cookies, six pans of brownies, five cakes, and 72 mini-cupcakes, most of which I donated to nursing homes, homeless shelters, and friends. I hade eaten cartons of ice cream and Chinese food, and I had even gotten drunk one night, spending a good deal of time sleeping on the bathroom floor afterwards. Now, it was time to pull my life together, get back on track, and forget that Blake had ever existed. Josie tried to call me several times and I lied, telling her I was sick and contagious, so she shouldn’t come over. Blake had called and texted so many times that I eventually had to turn my phone off. He’d stopped by twice, and finally, he gave up. My phone went silent, and there was no more insistent ringing of my doorbell.

  I was depressed, dehydrated, and determined. It was time to get back to living my life, and more importantly, time to get back to the gym. I need to pound out my anxieties on the treadmill and make my body so tired that it doesn’t have any choice but to let me fall asleep. If I run into Blake, a thought that makes me cringe, I’ll just be polite and leave it at that. He can live his life and I’ll live mine, like our time together never happened.

  I lace up my shoes and head out the door. The weather is warm for early February, and I don’t bother with my coat, I just toss on an old soft green hoodie and walk fast, rather than driving. I figure the walk will be my warmup. I get to the gym and my heart sinks when I see Blake’s truck in the parking lot. I almost turn around. Almost. But no. I hitch my chin up in the air and walk in with dignity. I drop my hoodie off in my locker and walk confidently to the treadmill, my earbuds firmly in place to discourage conversation.

  I’ve got eighties music blasting in my ears, right now Prince is telling me to ‘Go Crazy’ and I fear that I just might. I crank up the tunes, increase the speed on the treadmill and start running my ass off, my boobs bouncing practically up to my neck, despite my sports bra. I get into a rhythm, my breathing keeping time with my pounding feet, and it feels good. Damn good.

  Blake is here. I can feel him. But once I get in the zone, I’m totally focused on what’s happening with my body. I’m working hard, and it feels amazing. My adrenalin is flowing, and I’m intentionally embracing it – using it like rocket fuel to sustain me as I rocked my body hard. I’m imagining the wind in my face, my eyes glued to the calorie counter on the treadmill, and all of the sudden, the belt slows down, gradually coming to a stop.

  “What the…?” I pull my ear buds out and hit the start switch, frowning.

  I glance to my right, and see Blake, leaning against the wall, the cord that powers the treadmills dangling from his fingers. He has an expression on his face that looks like a combination between admiration and anger. I don’t get it, but I don’t care.

  “Really?” I snap, shooting a glare in his direction.

  “Gonna talk to me now?” he challenges, eyebrows raised.

  He tosses down the cord and walks over to my treadmill.

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” I say, feeling my jaw tighten.

  I will not cry in front of this man. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let him know that I cared about him.

  “I think there is,” he frowns, folding his arms.

  “That’s your problem,” I say, hating that I sound like a petulant child.

  I’m not normally a bitchy woman, but he deserves it.

  “No, that’s not my problem, actually,” he steps up onto the treadmill, invading my space.

  Even in his workout clothes he smells good, damn him.

  “My problem,” he continues. “Is that the girl I really care about decided to ghost me instead of talking to me. She left me wondering what in the world happened,” he says in a low voice, his mouth close to my ear.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my body responds to him, even when I don’t. My nipples harden at his closeness, and I feel a wet, sticky spot in my panties.

  “Maybe she figured out that she wasn’t the only one for him, and she refuses to share,” I hiss, my teeth clenched.

  His expression is shocked, astonished. He must’ve taken acting lessons at some point, because he’s very convincing. I don’t buy it.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he acts so confused that I falter for a moment, but then anger takes over.

  If he wants to hear from me what he did, he’s gonna hear it.

  “I went backstage to see you before your competition,” I growl, hating the way my voice shakes when I’m mad. I want it to be strong, but it sounds weak. “I came around the corner and saw you with two girls. One was making out with you and the other had her hand down your pants,” I blurted, my face going red as I blink back tears, remembering my pain and humiliation all over again. “So, I’m sorry if I hurt your precious feelings by not returning your call, but I guess I had a different idea of what we had together than you did. Can you turn my treadmill back on now, please,” I say, trying my best to affect an icy tone. It doesn’t work, I just sound as miserable as I feel.

  Realization dawns on Blake’s face, but oddly, he doesn’t look ‘busted.’ His expression is sort of…sad, but not sad in a I-did-something-wrong way, more disappointed.

  “Are you willing to listen to the explanation about what you really saw?” he asks quietly.

  “Will you turn on the treadmill and leave me alone if I listen,” I sigh, avoiding his gaze.

  “If that’s what you want,” he nods, that odd look on his face.

  “Fine, get it over with then,” I make a face and stare at him.

  “Those girls came up to me and asked me if they could have a picture with me. It happens all the time. I struck a pose so that they could take their selfies, and right before they did…” he swallows hard and frowns. “They did exactly what you just said. I pushed them away right after that, and went on stage. I didn’t want them to do that, Cal. They just did,” he shakes his head.

  “You didn’t seem to mind when I saw you. You were laughing,” I almost choke on the word.

  “I just wanted to get them away from me. I wasn’t thinking straight. I can’t afford to alienate fans if I want to win championships, so I just sent them on their way as nicely as I possibly could, even though I was offended,” he sighs and runs a hand through his thick blond hair.

  “So your fans are more important to you than I am…was? Great. Good to know,” I grit my teeth to keep the tears at bay.

  “Never,” Blake murmurs. “It killed me when you wouldn’t answer my calls and texts. I was worried sick. I had no idea what happened. I thought you had just used me and thrown me away,” he confesses, looking down and shoving his hands in the pockets of his gym shorts.

  “You thought that I used you?” I ask, incredulous. “Are you out of your damn mind? What I saw destroyed me that night,” I could feel my lower lip trembling, and I didn’t care. “I thought that you had just used me,” I whisper, looking down.

  “I could never do that to you,” Blake grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “You’re the first person I’ve been interested in, in a very long time. I haven’t dated since I broke up with my ex. You’re it, you’re the only one that I even bothered to try to get to know. Why would I do anything to mess that up?” he asks, his voice pained.

  “I don’t trust easily, but I felt like I could trust you, and then, when I saw you,” I break off, a sob caught in my throat.

  “Oh Callie, baby, c’mere,” he says, taking me in his arms, right there on the treadmill.

  He pulls me close and it feels like the world is a better place now.

  “You’ve lost weight, baby, are you okay?” he whispers into my hair, running his hands up and down my back.

  “I haven’t been able to eat, or sleep, or…” I break off again, burrowing my face into the thick wall of his chest.

  “Shhh…I know,” he soothes. “Me too, Callie. It’s been hell,” he admits, his voice hoarse.

  “I’m sorry,” I choke out.

  “Me too, baby,” he kisses my hair and squeezes me in a big bear hug, rocking me back and forth against him.

  Even in the midst of our emotional moment, I feel his cock bumping against my hip, and I let out a nervous giggle.

  “What’s funny?” he draws back, confused.

  “Feels like you missed me,” I say, looking pointedly down.

  “More than you know,” he grins and untucks his shirt to cover up his arousal.

  It almost works, but the shirt is tight enough for it to show through.

  “We’re going to head for the yoga room, and you’re going to walk in front of me,” he instructs in a low voice.

  A thrill goes through me when I consider what he might be wanting to do in the yoga room. But then, maybe he just wants to talk, and that’s okay too. We hurry to the yoga room and Blake closes the door behind us, locking it.

  “What if there’s a class or something?” I ask, looking at the door, my heart nearly skipping a beat.

  Blake hadn’t been a jerk…I had. He still cared about me and hadn’t done anything wrong. I baked for days and I didn’t even need to. I should’ve just talked to him.

  “I know the schedule. There’s nothing in here until eight tonight,” he smiles at me in a way that warms me from head to toe. “I missed you, Callie,” he pulls me into his arms again and starts kissing me.

  His kiss is different this time. Somehow, it’s profound, and seems more…intimate. When I moan against his lips, it’s partly relief and partly extreme longing. I never dreamed I’d be kissing him again, and now that I am, I want more. I want all of him, I want him to possess my body like only he can. I need him inside of me, and I tell him so.

  “Patience, beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, touching me everywhere, his hands roaming my body in a slow, sensual exploration, like he can’t get enough. “I dreamed about this,” he groans, pressing every long, hard inch of his body against mine as he kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing against mine.

 

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