Page 1 of Desiderium
Chapter One
Aly
“Holy shit! Fuck me….” We’ve been at it for almost an hour. Sweat pours down the front of me. My chest, absolutely covered with the evidence of my extended exertion. Each breath is short, panting out of my lungs in my exhausted state. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.
“Give us one more, baby. I know you can do it.”
I huff out a breath at Jax. Of course, he’s not sweating buckets and feeling like a drowned cat. It’s no damn fair that I end up looking like this and they all end up looking like… well likethat. A light, dewy, delicious sheen of sweat glistens on each of their shoulders and bare chests, showing the amount of effort they’re putting in but not at all reflecting what they’ve been puttingmybody through.
It's my fault, though. We decided to try something new today. Something that was originally my idea. Something we could all participate in. What can I say, group activities? They make me giddy.
Before the zombie apocalypse became real and no longer an imaginary world created solely for science fiction enthusiasts, I never thought I’d be shacking up with three hot-as-fuck guys at the same time. All it took was one coincidental run in and an overdose on marshmallows paired with anunderdoseof hydration andboom! Here I am, surrounded by sexy man meat every day of the week!
Yummy!!!!
Well... maybe not so yummy right now. At least not in my case, considering I’m dripping with sweat and breathing like an overweight elephant seal trying to drag itself up onto a beach.
I was eager and excited this morning when Jax proposed trying out my idea but I’m seriously regretting it right now. I was not prepared for the amount of physical endurance this was going to require.
I’m going to sleep for a week after this and none of you fuckers better wake me!... Unless it’s for cake… but besides that… death to any who so much as utters the words, ‘Time to get up.’
My vision goes in and out of focus as I get closer and closer to the end. Ormyend. At this point, what’s the difference?
I’ve officially had enough. All three of them assured me, promised me, that after I get this last one out of me, I’m done. I’m almost there. So close I can feel it deep within me as my muscles all tense simultaneously for one last surge.
“Oh, you’re right there, sweetheart. Finish hard for us. Fuck, you look so hot right now,” Hawk groans. My sweet and gorgeous goldenretriever of a man. I could punch him right now. He’s been saying this same thing, edging me on for the past half an hour. ‘Oh, you’re right there,’ or ‘You’re so close…’ Gah! Every time I think I’m getting close to finishing, they change their minds, muttering some bullshit like,‘Nah, she can hold out a little longer,’ or ‘She can still go a little more.’
I tell you what. I’m gonna take this foot and cram it so far up someone’s ass they’ll be eating rubber if they don’t let me finish soon. It’s starting to hurt. A girl can only take so much!
Seriously, what the hell did I do to deserve to be punished like this? Is it because I made a little fun at Jax for having an entire collection of fantasy romance novels tucked underneath the bed at the hideaway bungalow, you know, just in case?
But let’s be real here, I was totally joking at the time because those are absolutely emergency supplies.
Could it be because I make sure the last cookie is always mine? Or maybe, it’s because I climbed on Cole’s back the other day and smacked him with a spatula on the ass yelling, “Giddy up, horsey!”? It’s no fair, I tell you. I don’t care if I agreed to this nonsense, the terms and conditions were not explicitly stated in our verbal contract!
“This. Is. Bullshit!”my inner voice accidentally yells with my outside voice. The guys hear it and each lift a questioning eyebrow at me.
Ah fuck nuggets.... I’m like ninety-two percent sure they’re going to make me keep going now just for bitchingabout it. Couldn’t keep my mouth shut and finish strong, could I? Son of a biscuit eater! I’m right there, too!
I’m so close, I can see the end. My legs shake in anticipation while my racing heart quivers in apprehension. Will they let me finish? Will they let the torment continue to go on even more? Oh, holy monkey tits, now I don’t even want to think about it. I just want to feel the exquisite rush of finally finishing and then collapse in bed for a week. After a shower, though… totally gross right now.
Cole, our resident Doc, darts in. Normally, I love his voice— deep, languid, sensual. Not today, though. Today his voice is a booming thunderclap of terror sent to deliver shivers and nightmares to me ‘til the end of time. “Alright, hold up, now. If she has enough gusto to be a brat and talk back to us then I think she still has enough energy in her to go for another round. Let’s make sure she’s giving her all. I do love to watch her fight for it.”
FUCK MY LIFE!
Kill me… Kill me now. I can’t take it anymore. I let out the loudest groan ever and pin the evilest of eyes on Cole. I’m even tempted to let out a little growl aimed precisely in his direction. If he thinks he can get away with this, he has another thing coming to him. Vengeance will be mine!
“Nah, she’s had enough. Let’s finish this,” Jax, my savior, announces right before smacking my ass lightly. I could kiss him right now, but in my hazy state I’d probably pucker up and completely miss his entire face. I choose, instead, to file his newly earned brownie points away for later.
At last, I finally reach the culmination of this madness, the light at the end of the tunnel, the fucking finish line, and release the loudest groan I think I’ve ever released in my entire life.Fuck me,I’m done…I am done. I can’t help it, my body crumbles down in a heap of sweat, tears and shaking limbs. My legs seem to have taken on a mind of their own because no matter what I do, I can’t seem to keep them from convulsing. I give up on trying to control my body and just accept that I’m a lost cause for at least the next twenty to thirty minutes, and any time after that is just looking iffy at this point. These boys will be waiting on me hand and foot for the rest of the day if I have anything to say about it.
“Three miles in fifty-three minutes. Not too shabby for a first time. I’m proud of you, doll. I bet we can get your mile time down to twelve minutes in no time. Before you know it, you’ll be running circles around us all,” Jax says to my prone and half-dead corpse after checking his watch. The bastard is still jogging in place as if he’s perfectly able to go again already. The only place he should be jogging to is the bathroom to run my janky ass a shower or the kitchen to make me a well-earned pastry.
And that bitch better have chocolate running in rivers through it!
“Damn Straight!”
Sadie, Jax’s German Shepard, trots her happy little butt over to me. Apparently, she loved our little run today and can’t wait for the next time we do this. I can’t say I’m as eager as she is to continue this charade of turning me into a long-distance runner. Little legs were not meant for distance. I’m at an evolutionary disadvantage here, people! She musttake pity on me as I slowly melt into the pavement because she decides to lay down near my shoulder and gives me a few puppy kisses all over my face.
