Page 23 of Playful Kris

And what am I doing?

I’m in the gym, working out all my frustrations.

My family, the idea of being stuck in a room with Kameron for the entire weekend even though I chose that… You name it, and I’m thinking about it with every rep I take today.

Normally, a good workout would exhaust me enough to help me get a good night’s rest, but when I’m in a mood like today, this workout will at least bring me down a few notches to make the trip a little less torture for me.

I’m not dreading going with Kameron, I think the two of us could have a good time if she’d let go of the past a little, but the thought of having to have awkward conversations with both of my parents, and pretend like we have everything together in front of the guests and Ruby’s family… that isn’t sitting well with me.

After an hour of burning myself out, I pick up my phone and check the time. By the time I get home, shower, finish packing, and have everything ready for the dog sitter it’ll be time to load the car and head toward Birchwood.

I shove everything back in my duffel bag, except the water bottle and towel. Running the towel over my forehead, I move it to the back of my neck before twisting the top off and downing the rest of my water.

It’s usually packed in here at this time, making it hard to get to some machines you’re planning on using, but today is fairly low-key. My eyes scan the gym and find a group of girls giggling on the treadmills.

I shake my head, sweat slinging off my falling hair. There’s always a group of women that come in, dressed in designer athletic wear, and spend their hour on the treadmill talking with their friends and taking selfies.

I can’t stand them.

All they do is hog machines for their instagram pictures and prolong my day and everyone else who is trying to get in and do their thing and get out.

Now here me out, I’m all for people getting healthy and developing a good routine, but not at the cost of making others struggle.

I tip my head at them as I pass, and hear their whispers kick up again. My eyes roll, making the guy at the front desk laugh as I press the release button to open the door to outside.

Tossing my bag into the backseat, I climb into the cab and head home. Once I’ve parked, I head inside to start doing the rest of my shit.

A quick glance at my stove, and I’m running out of time. I have less than thirty minutes to get everything together and out the door if I want to make it on time.

It’s not like being a little late would matter, I have no plans tonight other than hanging with Kameron in our room. And I doubt she really wants to do that, so the longer it takes for me to get to her, she’ll probably be more than happy.

While the shower water warms up, I strip out of my sweaty gym clothes and toss them in the dirty clothes basket by the door. They’ll be ripe by the time I get back, but I don’t have time to start a load of laundry and finish it before I leave.

Stepping under the hot water, I let it cascade down my back, soothing my aching muscles. I reach for my shampoo, lathering a good portion into my hair. My eyes fix on my body wash, the emerald green bottle making me think of what I told Kameron the last time I saw her.

We’ve barely spoken this week, and I didn’t push it too much since we were about to be stuck together for four days.

I rinse the soap from my hair before grabbing the green bottle and pouring some into my hands. My mind races with what Kameron will wear for the wedding, and really the entire trip.

There was no lie told when I said I wanted her to wear emerald this weekend. She looks fucking amazing in green, paired with her red hair. Breathtaking.

Will she wear an emerald dress like I told her to?

What will it mean if she does?

What will she be sleeping in?

Will I get a glimpse of it?

My hand runs across my stomach, going lower until my fingers wrap around my cock. I squeeze once, thinking of Kameron in an emerald dress with her hair swept to one side, exposing her long neck for me. The way my lips would so easily have access to her neck, where I could make her wiggle against me like all those years ago.

Heat pools in my lower stomach as my hand begins to move up and down my shaft. My forehead falls against the tiled shower wall, the cool surface does nothing to calm the heat racing through my body right now.

I picture Kameron’s lips parting when I touch her, feeling her come to life in my hands as I stroke my dick to the thought.

When I think of her laid out on my bed this weekend, legs spread wide as she waits for me to crawl over her perfect body, I come undone.

Thank God I live in a house with neighbors that aren’t that close and not in an apartment complex because they’d all hear her name fall from my lips right now.

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