Page 66 of The Hearts We've Broken
While roughstock riders typically were on the lighter side, athletes in other events—especially bulldoggers—were usually bulkier. That’s why, while our workouts were similar in some ways, Colter, Reid, Hayden, and Jake had different focus areas when they were in the gym.
I also did a lot of cardio—inside and outside of the gym. While I wasn’t a big fan of running, I occasionally did a HIIT program or cycling workout.
Today, the gym was a bit busier than normal with some college kids occupying the weights and machines. A few eyes latched on me when I walked in the door, but I ignored them as I walked toward one of the studio rooms where they occasionally had fitness classes.
After warming up, I started interval training, rotating between squats, planks, pushups, box jumps, and jump rope. Sweat dripped down my back as I ran through a few cycles of exercises.
To finish out the day, I hopped on a stationary bike, cycling at various speeds and resistance levels.
Muscles spent, I hopped in the shower to get ready to pick up Juniper for dinner. Steam enveloped my body as I stood in the stream of water, a heavy sigh leaving my lips.
A picture of her naked flashed through my mind, and I leaned forward, resting one of my forearms on the tile wall as my other hand reached for my hardening cock.
As I gripped the shaft, I pictured her pretty, pink lips wrapped around me and stroked the length, desperate to relieve the want for her building in my chest. I imagined myself thrusting into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat, and the sounds she’d make.
God, she would look perfect choking on my cock. I regretted not letting her suck my dick the first time we hooked up, now knowing the fantasy may never actually happen. I wanted to take a fistful of her hair and tug on the strands until she was moaning my name around me.
There were so many things I wanted to do to her in so many places.
I squeezed tighter, wishing it was Juniper’s pussy wrapped around me instead of my hand.
My head dipped until my forehead was also pressed against the wall.
The pressure in my balls built as I started climbing closer and closer to coming, my breathing coming out in low, desperate pants combined with her name falling off my lips. In my daydream, Juniper threw her head back as I fucked her, her tight, wet pussy clenching around me until she came undone. Hot, sticky cum shot into my hand, dripping down onto the floor, and my eyes rolled back.
I kept fucking my hand until every last drop was spent and I came back to reality, chest heaving harder now than it was during my workout.
When I got to Juniper’s house, Natalie let me in, although she did frown, narrowing her eyes when she first saw me.
“She’s in her room. Down the hall to the left.” Her monotone voice caught me off guard a bit—I wasn’t sure what I’d done to get that response—but I was determined to win Natalie over.
I dipped my chin in gratitude. “Thanks.”
She eyed me up and down as I stepped past her, taking off my boots and heading down the hallway where she told me Juniper’s room was.
I paused outside the door, ready to knock as to not startle her, when a soft noise from inside caught me off guard. A noise that sounded a lot like buzzing followed by a moan.
“Mmm.” Juniper hummed.
I debated in my head whether or not to open the door. I didn’t want to embarrass her or intrude, or break any of our pre-established rules, but when my name fell off her lips next, I turned the handle, finding Juniper with a neon pink vibrator between her legs.
Her eyes widened, and she shut off the toy while also moving to cover herself, but I stopped her, closing the door behind me.
“Don’t stop on my account.” A smirk tugged on my lips. The fact she was thinking about me stroked my ego a little. I leaned against the wall, my dick swelling in my jeans.
For the first time ever, she looked almost shy, like she was ashamed to have been caught.
“I—” she stumbled, as though she wasn’t sure what to say.
Instead of letting her sit there any longer, I walked over to the bed, threw the covers off her, and admired hernaked body, something I hadn’t been able to do since the first night we got together.
Her mouth opened and closed, then opened again. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t play, Peach. I heard you say my name.”
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “What about the rules? And I didn’t think you wanted to see?—”
I cut her off. “Fuck the rules.” I took a deep breath. “Of course, I wanted to see you. I’m taking you to dinner with my friends tonight. I wanted to give you time, though. We’d just spent a month and a half together.”
