I frowned, tempted to ignore his orders and go to my next workout, but I didn’t have the courage. My ass still stung from his last punishment and I didn’t want to give him a reason for more. By the time he came back out of the locker room he appeared more awake, gaze alert as he glanced around the gym while approaching me.
“I need to warm up. You can get on the treadmill beside me.”
“But—”
He glanced at me sharply, and my mouth snapped closed. I grinned because I couldn’t help it, but he raised his brows, daring me to argue.
I didn’t.
His warm-up took twenty minutes before he turned off his treadmill, and I did the same. He shook his shoulders and slapped my ass as he got off the belt. “Fuck, that is good.”
I laughed. His cheeks were permanently flushed but were even more vivid now. Sweat soaked a vee in the top of his shirt, outlining the dip between his pecs, and his skin gleamed with the thin layer across his face. He already looked so damned sexy it was hard to keep my eyes off him.
“What do you usually do?” he asked.
“I start with a warm-up, then hit the weights. Three times a week I have leg day, three times I do arm and core workouts, and I have one cheat day where I don’t go to the gym. I like to start with dead lifts, then move on to squats.” I pointed at each section of the gym and gave a two-finger wave to a couple of guys I usually saw around here. When I was done, I turned back to Judge and caught him smirking at me.
“I can’t wait to see you do squats.”
My body flashed scalding hot and I glanced away from him. The gym had never been sexy to me—it was a means to an end. I enjoyed sinking time into my body, even if I hated going out. This place had become a second home to me, more so since Chris’s abrupt exit. I’d found comfort in the dumbbells and barbells.
“All right, let’s do it. I’ll follow your lead this time only, but after today I want to create your exercise plan. Got it?” He stared at me as if I was something delicious to eat, his green eyes hungry, and all I could do was nod in response because my tongue felt heavy in my mouth.
He followed me around exercising at his own pace as I went through each of my reps. I felt his gaze on me, and I fumbled with the weights more than I would’ve liked.
By the time we were done my entire body was on fire, and it wasn’t because of the workout. Judge was right on my heels as I walked into the locker room, and when I turned to ask him what he was doing, he grabbed my gray T-shirt and shoved me back against some lockers. I grunted as one of the locks dug into my shoulder, but the pain disappeared when his lips melded against mine. He ate at me and rubbed my dick.
I groaned, rocking my hips forward into his palm. Everything sizzled, pleasure curling inside me and taking root in my balls. I hadn’t ever expected to do this in here, but I was, and I had no regrets because my mind was stuck on the way he felt against me as he pressed his chest to mine.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
I moaned and shuddered, my dick throbbing. My boxer briefs didn’t have the kind of hold on my erection they should’ve, and my senses were going haywire. Iwantedhim.
Someone cleared their throat, and Judge shot a glance over his shoulder. It took me a second to follow suit, and I laughed nervously at Genie, real name Eugene, the owner of the gym.
He was a big man with dark hair brushed back and a reddish beard. He towered over me and was bigger in width as well, and the guys around here called him Giant when he wasn’t around. I’d heard rumors he was a bottom searching for a top bigger than him, and all I had to say was good luck with that, because he was massive. “As hot as this is, gentlemen, Iron Warriors is not private. Maybe take it somewhere else?”
I held back laughter as I nodded and shoved Judge away from me.
Genie grinned and gave Judge a once-over. “Nicely done, though, Flynn.”
My cheeks burned as I gave him a silly smile and turned to face the lockers so I couldn’t embarrass myself anymore. Judge sidled up and pressed himself to my back, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around my waist.
“He’s gone, Rookie.”
I touched my hand over his and kept on smiling. When was the last time I’d had this much fun? I couldn’t remember. “We shouldn’t do this here. I need to go to work, and I’m sure you have classes today.”
“Eh, I can skip some.”
“I can’t.” I slapped his wrist and turned in his arms to face him. He flashed me that charming grin that had butterflies going crazy in my stomach. “Why are you calling me Rookie?”
“Well, I needed a name for you, and you’re new at this, right? You’re my rookie.”
“I’m much older than you,” I argued gently.
“And still my rookie.” He kissed me, and I melted into his mouth.
“School,” I whispered when he broke contact enough that I could talk. “We need to go shower and get ready.”
