“Right, you’re level pegging, ladies. It’s going to come down to the thigh abductors in the final showdown, so to speak!” Mick was doing a good job of ignoring our blatant appreciation of one another. Either that or it was simply that we weren’t really aware of him, save for his next instruction. “Off you go, Abi.”
Settling back into the machine, Mick adjusted the weights and I began my reps, aware that they were both watching intently, their eyes focusing at the juncture between my thighs as I pushed the cushioned plates apart. Their obvious appreciation of what they saw sent ripples of excitement running through me and the familiar ache sparked between my legs. I lost count of where I was, my mind focusing solely on their enjoyment of me. The sudden image of the three of us entwined filled my mind and heat soared to my cheeks, my legs faltering mid-rep.
“Hey, easy tiger, this set should be a breeze for you,” Mick teased, his eyes shooting to my face. “You wanting to call it a day?”
“No way,” I said, my competitive spirit kicking in, I released the weight and rubbed at my nose. “Just thought I was going to sneeze.”
I caught Emma smiling at me in obvious amusement.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, the tension in my body from the workout and direction of my thoughts adding heat to my voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” she hurried out. “You just looked adorable when you did that thing with your nose.”
Mick rolled his eyes. “Never mind adorable, Emma, this is supposed to be a competition and it’s your turn.”
The redness in my cheeks deepened. Adorable wasn’t how I wanted her to see me right now, especially when I was soconvinced her intentions were far from sweet and innocent not seconds before. Rubbing myself down, I moved out of the way of the machine and watched as she took my place.
It was clear from Emma’s very first rep why I’d elicited the reaction I had. As her legs spread wide it was my turn to be captivated by the provocative move, my eyes taking in their fill of the open stance, my hands itching to cup her inner thighs as they drew apart...
An incessant beeping started up from the direction of Mick and glancing across I saw him play with his watch, cutting off the sound.
“Apologies, ladies, but I have to give a status report to Mr. Sawyer, he’s keen to see how Emma has performed.”
At the mention of my stepfather, Emma released the weight with a thud and grimaced.
“Hey, don’t look so glum!” he hurried out. “I will be very complimentary, don’t you worry.”
Emma gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you.”
“Let me know who wins, won’t you?” he added with a wink before turning to leave.
I just stared after his retreating form, incapable of speech, my chest rising and falling in almost pant-like gasps as the realization that we were about to be alone, well and truly alone, hit home.
Chapter Seven
As the door closed behind Mick, an awkward silence cut through the charged atmosphere. I no longer knew where to look. Mick’s presence had somehow made it okay to enjoy one another, safe in the knowledge that nothing could happen, but now he was gone...
“I believe it’s your turn,” Emma said, rescuing me from my nerves. She unfolded her glistening form from the seat and gestured for me to take her place.
I did so willingly, desperate to busy myself once more. As I positioned my thighs at the pads, she bent forward to up the weight for me. Her body was so close that her hair fell forward to brush across my shoulder, her delicious scent drawing me in. I had to force myself not to turn to her. To try and remember who she was. To tell myself, my mind was playing tricks on me. That this couldn’t possibly be happening. That this couldneverhappen.
“All set,” she said, sending me a heated look that shattered my misgivings in one fell swoop.
Mutely, I nodded. I could do this, I could keep control. I could push this weight in my sleep ... and ignore the crazy ache in my belly ... Honest...
As my thighs moved outward, Emma’s brazen gaze followed. Two reps in and I watched her imprison her bottom lip between her teeth, my own mouth helplessly mimicking ... four reps in, she started rubbing at her throat, her fingers working into the sensitive skin in a seemingly subconscious fashion. As I moved into the widest point of rep five, she inhaled sharply, her bare abs flexing with the move.
“You have an amazing body, Abi.”
Her breathless words sent my thighs collapsing inward, the weight clashing back to rest as blood rushed to service the tantalizing ache that had increased tenfold with her words. Their utterance serving to confirm everything that until then had been potential imaginings in my mind.
“Sorry,” she blurted. “I hadn’t meant to startle you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, forgetting the machine at my thighs and any sense of what was right as I looked up at her, trying to show her just how much I appreciated her back. Just how much I wanted her too. If only she would make the first move...
“Please continue,” she said, gesturing to my legs, her eyes flashing with a sexual hunger that I knew would be mirrored in my own. I did as she instructed, nursing my body as I went, clenching my thighs as tight as I could when the machine permitted, allowing my body to build a tension of an entirely different form to the one intended by the workout.
My nipples started to strain against the fabric of my bra, their sensitized peaks hungry for attention. My pulsing clit worked with the friction of the tight-fitting gym pants to coax and tease the growing fire in my veins. And then, to my salacious delight, she stepped forward.
