“Okay,” she replies, and I make my way to the men’s room. After getting changed, I put my clothes in a locker and go out and stand by the door to the sauna, which is off to the side of the restrooms. When she walks out, I say, “I think you should stop wearing those shorts to the gym.”
She huffs. “I think not.”
There’s an internal tug of war… I’m enjoying checking her out, but the thought of every other male in the gym perving on her… makes my blood boil.
Her eyes roam across me. I’m wearing a tank top with a deep V-neck that shows off my chest and arms. She licks her lips in approval. I press the door to the sauna, open it, and peek inside. No one is in there. I grasp her arm and pull her inside.
She giggles loudly. My hands go to her waist, and I squeeze firmly as her hands rise and rest on my chest. She lifts herself higher on her toes and whispers, “You could have me right now if you wanted.” She runs a hand over my chest, my abs, and then grabs my dick through my shorts, making my heart thump and a shiver travel through me.
She rubs her hand up and down along my shaft, making me hiss. I keep eye contact because she’s trying to get a rise out of me… trying to make me cave. I’m stubborn as fuck.
I find the strength to say, “Stay and be my wife… and I will.” I try to keep my voice even.
She lets go and takes a step back. “No deal! Let’s get going then.”
I open the door and follow her out, then give her another smack on the ass for good measure.
“Viper!” She dares to reprimand me, after what she just did.Unbelievable.
“Are you going to behave today, or do I have to spank you again?”
She bats her eyelashes and draws a halo above her head with her finger.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
We move to the treadmills. I don’t miss the way the men stop what they are doing and boldly stare at her, so I quicken my pace and walk close to her. Once they see me, their eyes dart away. Yeah, that’s right, motherfuckers… she’s mine.
I sense women’s eyes on me, but my eyes never leave Sophie. My insides are vibrating at seeing Sophie in action. When two treadmills are free next to each other, she steps up to one, and I step over to the other and place my water bottle in the holder.
We power walk to warm up. Every time I increase my pace, she matches me. She’s competitive, though I shouldn’t be surprised. I hit my stride and go into a fast jog, and so does she. When I glance at her, she flashes me a grin. She’s fit and puts the incline on, while I slow down. I’m itching to go to the weights, but I don’t want her to get mauled by all the men either.
“Will you be alright if I go to the weights?”
Her eyes narrow and she raises her chin. “I’m a big girl. I don’t need a big bad biker watching over me.”
I dig her independence, so I make my way to the weight area.
After our workout, we get changed and leave on my motorcycle. We go to the bike shop first to get her a helmet. Then we ride to Sophie’s family’s home. My eyes bulge as we ride down the pebbled driveway to the three-story modern mansion. It’s set on a cliff and overlooks the lake.
I park next to the Rolls-Royce, and when I get off my bike, I take my helmet off and gawk. “You have your own jetty too?”
Sophie lowers her eyes and gives me a tight nod.
“What’s wrong?” I lift her chin to make eye contact. “We can leave now if you want.”
Her eyes are flat. “This house doesn’t have many good memories attached to it, apart from being with my brothers.”
I raise my brow. “Didn’t you grow up here?”
“Our mom took off when we were young. We never heard from her again, so Dad got full custody, but we were raised by nannies.”
A heavy pressure takes root in my chest. “Did you ever want to find her?”
“I wanted to when I was young,” she replies in a timid voice. “I was the only girl in between three brothers, and Dad was rarely there for us. I dreamed of Mom coming back… but she never did.”
She pauses and shifts, looking out at the lake. “When me and my brothers were teenagers, we made a pact that we weren’t going to search for our mom who didn’t fight hard enough to see us.” Sophie’s head turns swiftly to me, her eyes wide. Her lips smack together as if she just shared something she didn’t mean to.
I swallow as I imagine Sophie as a small child wanting her mother. I put my arms around her and bring her to my chest. She startles at first but then wraps her arms around me, snuggling in momentarily, before she pulls back and wipes her eyes, plastering one of her fake smiles on her face. I link my fingers in between hers. “Let’s meet this father of yours.”
