Sliding out of the seat, she reaches for the gym bag at her feet. “Thanks for the ride.”
I’d like to give her a different ride.
“And for the smoothie.”
“No problem, Becklyn. Have a good day, babe.”
“You too.”
I watch the door shut and then her ass as she makes her way up to her front door. That’s when I realize that her ass, while always nice, is now fucking phenomenal. The combination of kickboxing and tight-as-sin workout clothes is both good and bad. Good because I get to see just how beautiful her body is. Bad, because so does every other asshole.
I growl, and the sound echoes through my car. The thought of someone else touching what’s mine, well, that fucking pisses me off.
“Not gonna happen.” At least not if I can prevent it.
* * *
It’s been almosttwo weeks of driving my girl to work. Each morning, I wait outside her building in my car. When I see her silhouette appear, I smile, wondering what she’s gonna be wearing. She doesn’t seem to have a lot of variation to her workout gear, but no matter what she’s wearing, she looks both adorable and hot as sin. Even this early in the morning, my dick wakes up at the sight of her.
I also prepare her a smoothie for the ride every day. I’ve made her several berry smoothies and one peanut butter concoction, but she always talks about the banana from the first day so I’ve been making her mostly those each morning.
She’s not much of a talker at 4:30 AM, but by six, when her class is over, she’s a damn chatterbox. She makes me laugh as she regales me with stories of the people who come to her class each morning. Actually, enrollment for the class has gone up quite a bit since she started. I guess word has gotten around that it’s a tough workout, but she doesn’t yell at anyone like Kelsey used to. Actually, the word I keep hearing about her teaching style is “encouraging.”
Anyway, on the ride home, she tells me about this woman or that guy in her class and the things they do that make her laugh to herself. Like the guy who grunts when he does push-ups even though he’s not really doing push-ups. He’s mostly on all fours raising and lowering his upper body. “I’ve tried to show him proper technique. He does it right for a few reps but then goes right back to his old way.”
“He’s not getting any benefit from his way.”
“Right?” she says as she sips her smoothie. “And don’t get me started on his planks.”
“I think I’ll join your class tomorrow.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “No way.”
“Why not?” I’m seriously asking. “You’ve had plenty of time to get used to it. Everybody leaves your class sweaty and tired. I need that.”
“Lucky.” Becklyn is whining.
“Becklyn.” I give her my best annoyed side-eye. “I’m coming to your class. Get over it.”
“Fine.” She gives me her own version of the side-eye. “But, be prepared. I’m going to make you sweat.”
Why does that statement make me think of sex? Oh, I know why….
“Challenge accepted.”
Both of them.
20
Becklyn
I can’t believe this.Deena is coming to my 5:00 AM class too. When I told her about Lucky’s plan to join, she smiled. I certainly didn’t expect to see her dressed and ready to go at four fifteen. She followed me downstairs and climbed into the back seat of Lucky’s car, never uttering a word. So, here I am, ready to start class. A class that’s packed to the gills. So much so, people have to share the freestanding punching bags. So, I’ve got that to worry about, plus I have both Lucky and Deena to contend with. I think the only thing I can do is make them work so hard, they won’t pay a bit of attention to my actual teaching and maybe they won’t come back.
Maybe.
“Alright, everybody. Let’s warm up. Jab right.” I demonstrate the jab motion and incorporate the movement of my hips from left to right. I do my best to explain what I’m doing for those who aren’t quite awake this morning.
Deena.
