Page 158 of Playing the Pucking Game
“So…not just a bunch of weird sex positions?” she deadpans.
My own smirk grows. “I mean…there was a little of that,” I reason. For the last hour, I’ve cursed the fact that she was on a reformer to the side of me and not in front of me. I bet she looked fucking insane, bent over on that thing. I had to settle for her reflection in the mirrors, which was still a damn sight to behold.
My teeth grind as desire rushes through my veins.
“You’re a nightmare,” she tosses over her shoulder as she walks toward the instructor to thank her.
After wiping down my equipment, I follow. The second I approach, the instructor turns to me, her eyes wide, her smile calculated.
When I first walked in here behind Parker, she gave me a double take. And since then, she’s spent most of the hour eye-fucking me.
Previously, I’d have been all over it. Right now, I’d probably be asking what time she gets off work later. But I have zero interest in doing so. My focus is solely on Parker and what her plans are for the rest of the day.
“It was so great of you to bring a friend today,” the instructor tells Parker without bothering to look at her. “And an athlete, too.” She steps a little closer, making her intentions more than clear. “I do hope the class was challenging enough for you.”
“More than enough, thank you,” I state dryly.
“I’m fascinated by athletes and their bodies. I’d love to—” Parker snorts beside me before attempting to cover it with a cough. “Talk to you more about your body. I-I mean, your muscles and strength.”
“Oh, Linc loves talking about muscles, don’t you?” Parker taunts.
“Fantastic,” the instructor sings. “I get off after this class. I’d love to grab a coffee or?—”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy today. Maybe another time.”
The instructor instantly deflates. “Oh, of course. It was silly of me to assume…can I give you my number? Maybe we can find a time when we’re both free.”
“Maybe,” I mumble.
She spins around to pull something from a duffle bag behind her, and Parker shifts forward slightly.
Glancing over, I find her brow raised and a smirk playing at her lips.
Rolling my eyes, I politely take the business card offered to me.
“Thank you.” I let my eyes drop. “Clare.”
“Call me anytime.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” I turn to Parker. “Ready to head out, babe?”
Clare startles as the final word leaves my lips.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Oh, I know,” I drawl as I throw my arm around Parker’s shoulders. “I saw. Shall we go and shower off?”
Tightening my grip on her, I tug her toward the exit, refusing to let up when she attempts to twist out of my hold.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses. “She was interested. And she’s hot.”
“Was she?” I ask, finally letting my arm drop as we approach the main exit. “Didn’t notice.”
“You’re such a liar,” she accuses as she playfully shoves me through the door.
The second I’m outside, I stop dead on the spot and spin around.
Parker doesn’t react fast enough and crashes right into me.
