“Keep scrunching your forehead like that, and you’ll get early wrinkles.”
“Don’t joke about this, Eric.” She sat up and fully turned to me.
I sighed, sitting up and cupping both sides of her face in my hands. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I work for Rescue Four. We protect one another. We’re the guys everyone else sends in when a man is trapped inside. You know what that means?”
She shook her head.
“It means that I work with the best of the best. If I’m in trouble, I know I’ve got the department’s finest coming in after me. I have my own personal insurance policy as a Rescue Four guy. All right?”
Her gaze pinned me, soaking in my words and picking them apart. Finally, she nodded. I pulled her into me, fusing our mouths together. She sighed into my mouth. I tasted the sweetness of the fruit she ate after her sandwich. It mixed with her sweet flavor, and the more I tasted, the more I wanted. She made me greedier than I’ve ever felt. I pulled her onto me, so she straddled my lap. Even through my jeans, I felt the heat from her center. My groin tightened as my need for her grew. She moaned into my mouth at the same time as her hips started rocking into mine. Feeling the bulge in my pants, she began rubbing herself against it. I moved my hands from her face to her hips, pulling her onto me even more. I kissed a trail down her neck, sucking on the soft flesh there and licking it. She let out a loud moan and her body began to tremble. She was about to orgasm. I needed to see the expression on her face when she came. I pulled back.
“Eric,” she whispered and I swear I almost came in my jeans.
“Let me see you come, Angel,” I encouraged.
And she did. Head thrown back, eyes closed tightly, she came. And it was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
****
Angela
I panted and huffed as I stood up, hunched over the handlebars, legs pumping, doing my best to keep up with Cynthia’s instructions. It was Wednesday morning, and I decided to take Cynthia’s spin class this week. I meant what I said about needing to up my exercise routine after all the sweets I had eaten over the weekend. Plus, with extra energy to burn off, I needed the outlet. Eric and I were going out later that evening, and he was taking me to his parents’ home for dinner. It was his father’s birthday, and they were having a family dinner to celebrate. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.
“That’s it, Angela! Show ’em how it's done!” Cynthia yelled out, causing a few of the other spinners to laugh and cheer.
I laughed and pumped harder, turning up the resistance on the bike when she instructed us to. I was in my zone, heart-racing, feeling good. A good sweat always had a way of making me feel as if I could conquer the day. And that feeling was just what I needed to tackle this date head-on. By the end of class, I was feeling spent in that really great way. Each of my muscles were singing to me, and I wanted nothing more than to stretch them out and then head home for a small lunch and a bath to calm my nerves and look my best for my guy.
“I’m probably overreacting,” I mumbled to myself as I sat on one of the gym mats in the corner to stretch. In all likelihood, I was overreacting. Families often loved me. The boyfriends I’ve had over the years all brought me home to meet their parents, and they fell in love. Of course, the relationships never worked out in the end, but it wasn’t due to family strife. I was a natural at making people warm up to me. I could do that again, especially when it came to someone who’s become so near and dear to my heart in such a short period of time.
I smiled to myself, just thinking about Eric, as I moved into a downward dog position. I groaned as my heels strained to make contact with the floor, stretching my calf muscles.
“It’ll be fine,” I stated, continuing to talk to myself. By the time I was finished with my stretches, I felt much better about the night ahead.
“Long time no see.”
Turning from the stack of mats, I found Marshall standing behind me. A surge of guilt hit me in the gut. I ignored his last two calls, and this was the first time we’ve seen each other since that night at the fair.
“Marshall. Hey. How are you?”
“I’m well. I see you’re doing okay.”
I nodded. “You know, just enjoying what’s left of summer.”
“Same here. Trying to, at least. Did you receive my messages?”
I did my best not to avoid eye contact, though my guilt nearly forced me to hang my head in shame. “I did. I’ve just been busy.”
“With that guy you were out with?”
“Yes.” No sense in lying about the obvious.
“You’re seeing him now?”
“We’re getting to know one another.” That sounded way too casual for what was going on between Eric and I. No, we haven’t defined our relationship as boyfriend-girlfriend just yet. It’s been close to a month since we started dating, but it felt like we were a lot further than that in the “getting to know one another” stage. That was even funnier, seeing as how Marshall and I dated and talked for nearly the same amount of time, and yet, the connection I had with him was nowhere near what Eric and I had.
