Page 25 of Run For Me
I watched her for a long time through the stacks, peering through the shelving as she slept. And when she woke, I continued to stare. She looked around as if she felt me, knew I was near, but then her phone rang and her attention was pulled from me. I didn’t like that. Not one damn bit. I almost stepped from the shadows to show her I was there, but that would have ruined this little game.
I watched as she walked away, my eyes never leaving those luscious hips, her full ass, thighs that I want my face crushed between. God, if I died between those legs, I’d die a happy man. Fuck, I stood there staring at her, my dick so hard I could’ve hammered nails with it.
And now? The way she responded to my vulnerability, admitting to me that she just fucking gets it… what the hell am I going to do here?
She has a boyfriend. At least, she did as of last Sunday. Wouldn’t be the first time I stole someone’s girlfriend, but I’m not looking to settle down.
So what? Just a fuck? This feels different. But if it is different, why haven’t I told her who I am yet? Why haven’t I told her tomeet me somewhere deep in the woods so I can chase her down and fuck her on the damp ground? Crush her face into the dirty leaves while I take her from behind?
It’s a mystery to me.
It doesn’t help that my head is a mess after the stupid chat with my father. Of the mention of my mother… The one person I try to forget about at all costs because just the mention of her has me raging.
Now’s the time I wish Mindy weren’t such a dumb bitch because I could use a good fuck to get all this shit off my mind. But Mindy is never satisfying. Guess the gym is my next best bet. I change into a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt, grab my keys, and I’m out the door.
I spend twenty minutes on the treadmill, going from a walk to a full-on run. When I’m done, I’m sweating and amped up, so I move into the weight room. I used to come to the gym consistently but stopped over the summer. I really need to get back into it. Being here feels good. My heart pumping, the adrenaline, the burn, the fucking sweat dripping down my body… it’s addicting.
I grab a fifteen pound and twenty-pound weight, then head to the mirror and start doing reps.
Whitechapel blares in my headphones as I work on my forearms, my muscles burning so good. I get lost in the workout, the high of it. Damn, I really miss this shit.
After a few sets, I wipe the weights down and replace them, finish my water, and go to the fountain to fill it up. As I’m fillingthe bottle, there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn and when I see a familiar face, I pull out an ear bud.
“Colton, what’s up?”
“Bro, I thought that was you. How’s it been?” He slaps my arm, grinning.
Colton and I know each other from when I was at the gym every day. We were always here at the same time, became pretty good friends and did shit outside of working out too. Life got busy for both of us, though, and I haven’t seen him in a while.
He’s covered in tattoos, even has a few on his face, along with a few piercings. His head is shaved, and his eyes are the weirdest shade of green. They almost look fake.
“Not bad, man. How about you?”
We move to the side as an older woman comes over to fill her pink water bottle. She’s half my size, her hair dark, short, and poofy. Good for her for being here.
“Same old shit. You haven’t been around in a while.”
I shake my head. “Nah, it was a busy summer, and now I’m back in school, so.”
“Yeah, where you going? Still at NSD?”
“Yep,” I tell him. “What have you been doing?”
“Working and gym. Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
I shake my head. “Not a damn thing. You got something going on?”
“Going to a party. You should come.” He taps me on the arm again and smiles.
“Yeah? Where’s it at?”
“Shoreline. We can ride together, if you want?”
“Uh, I’ve got nothing to change into. I can meet you there, or you can meet me at my place.”
“Yeah, that’s cool. You heading out now?”
I’d planned on staying here a few more hours, but now that I’ve got something else to do, I may as well go.
