I looked at Riddick… like,reallylooked at him.
Objectively, he was definitely hot as fuck. He was ripped and had one of those V-cut lines that disappeared into the waist of his shorts. My gaze slid down his chest and abs and landed between his legs, where I could make out the outline of his dick.
It was definitely a huge dick… If I was into him, what would I evendowith a dick like that?
Fuck!
I totally just checked out his dick!
Did he notice?
I glanced up at him to find him still staring at me intently, waiting for me to answer his question.
I could have sworn the corner of his mouth twitched, but again, maybe I was imagining it.
“Uhm, well, I started to… you know, because I wasn’t sure, but then I stopped because I thought that maybe if what I thought you said wasactuallywhat you meant, I didn’t want to fail… especially on the first night. So, like, yeah, I kinda did, a little? But I didn’t come!”
He just raised an eyebrow and continued to stare at me.
Oh god, why the fuck did I just tell him that?
My face was so hot, and I was definitely as red as a tomato.
I fidgeted under the weight of his gaze and wrung my fingers together. Why did I feel like I did something bad?
Was he disappointed in me?
Why the fuck did I care if this dude I just met was disappointed in me fortouchingmyself?
Why had I even volunteered that information! I could have just lied.
What was worse was that I still wasn’t even sure if that wasactuallywhat he had been asking me. Maybe he’d been asking if I’d told anyone about our arrangement? That would make way more sense!
Ohgodohgodohgod…
This was fucking humiliating.
“I—uhm?—”
“You’re going to give me an hour of high-intensity interval swimming,” he said curtly.
The abrupt change in topics felt like he had dumped a cold bucket of water on me.
“Oh-o-okay…” I stammered, scanning his face for any indication at all that he thought I was insane for telling him I didn’t come the night before. However, as always, his expression remained hard and impenetrable.
“You’re going to give me five 100-meter sprints with 30-second rest, followed by a 500-meter relaxed swim.”
He stepped closer to me as he said it, keeping his gaze locked on mine, and for some reason, my skin sheeted with goosebumps at his proximity.
I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I tilted my head back so I wouldn’t be staring directly at his chiseled chest.
My dick twitched in my pants, and I swallowed.
“Yeah. Sure thing, Riddick, no problem.”
We stood there, staring at each other, and I focused as hard as I could on not popping another boner.
Think of un-hot shit… think of grannies… dog poop, dead bugs!
