“Probably wouldn’t be worse than anything I’ve experienced so far.” She sighs. “Why can’t men just understand the concept of the female orgasm?”
“When they’re young, they’re blind from their own spiraling need for release. The smart ones realize if they want more sex, they have to get good at it.”
“And that’s what you did?” she asks.
“I did.” I wink.
“Huh, well, I guess we’ll never know.”
“I guess not.” I scratch my chest and nod at her. “What are you up to today?”
“Need to get a workout in. Think I can stop by?”
“You can just come home with me.”
“And how do you expect me to get back to my dorm?”
“I have to run some errands, so when you’re done, I can drop you off.”
Her one brow hooks in the air. “When did you become my chauffeur?”
“If you want to drive yourself, that’s fine. I’m just offering.” I smooth my hand over my chest and stand from her bed. “But I’m leaving in a few, so you need to decide.”
“Well, that was a quick breakfast. You’re just going to swallow your sandwich whole and leave?”
“Did you want me to stay?” I ask.
“I don’t care what you do with your life.”
“Clearly, you do if you’re making a comment.”
“Only because I’m still trying to finish my breakfast, and you’re stating you’re leaving in like five seconds.”
“So you do want a ride . . .”
“Of course I do,” she says. “Honestly, do you think I enjoy driving?”
“Then why make a big deal about it?” I ask.
“Because, Silas, that’s what I do.”
* * *
There isno way in hell I planned on lifting today, not after the way my muscles have been screaming at me, but I also need to loosen my legs, so I opted for walking on my treadmill.
What I didn’t think about was getting a front-row seat to watching Ollie perform three kinds of squats in leggings that were fit for her ass and her ass alone. They leave nothing to the imagination. They even ride up her crack so I get the perfect defined ass squatting up and down right in front of me. Not to mention, she paired the pants with a sports bra, which only lifts her tits rather than flattens them.
With her hair pulled back in a long ponytail, she’s walking around my gym like a goddamn wet dream. I’m over here trying to avoid looking at her so I don’t get hard while walking on a treadmill.
But hell . . . look at that ass.
Round.
High.
Tight.
It’s obvious the girl spends time on her squats.
