Page 72 of Keeping My Girl

CHAPTER39

Nicholas

AFTER I’M DONE with my work for the day, I sneak down to the gym where I know Selina’s getting her physical therapy session.

The therapist has her lying down on a bench while he stretches out her legs and thighs. The way his hands are touching her has me instantly seething. And if Dwayne didn’t have a boyfriend and would be more likely to hit on me than Selina, I would be cutting those hands right the fuck off.

As I grow closer to the two of them, Dwayne looks up and smiles. He cocks his head to the side, probably taking note of the tension in my shoulders and the frown that’s present on my face. “We’re almost done here, Nico,” he tells me with a wink, perhaps knowing what’s got me all riled up.

“How’s my girl doing?” I ask, laying it on thick even though Dwayne is not a threat. There’s just something about Selina that makes my inner caveman act out whenever I’m around her. I want her more than anything in this world, and I feel protective of her, obsessively so. I’m sure it’s my own psychological trauma of having her taken away from me all those years ago and the constant fear I have of losing her again, but some of it is just primal instinct to take care of her and protect her at all costs. I’ve never felt that way over someone else before. Just her.

“Honestly, your surfing excursions have done wonders for her. I was just telling Selina that I don’t think we need to continue therapy. This is our last session.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I groan out loud and then snap my jaw shut when I realize what I just said.

Selina’s brows dip before she smiles and gives me a knowing look. Then, she turns her attention to Dwayne. “Thank you. For everything.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to you soon, Selina.” He stands and walks out of the gym, leaving the two of us alone. It’s late in the evening, so I doubt if anyone else will be doing any sessions here tonight.

I go over to the pull-up bar and grip it in my hands before pulling myself up to my chin and dropping back down repeatedly.

Selina watches me for a few reps before she stands and walks over to me. “So, you’re jealous…over Dwayne?” she asks incredulously. “You know he has a boyfriend, right?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her simply.

“I think it might,” she says with a laugh.

I drop off the bar and face her. “You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

With a concerned look on her face, Selina walks over to me and places the back of her hand against my forehead. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” she jokes with a sly grin.

I grab her hand and place a kiss on her palm. “I feel just fine.” I won’t press the subject. I know Selina has a hard time believing just how beautiful she is. In my eyes, she’s the epitome of perfection. She may not see it, but I’ll always be here to make her feel special and beautiful just like she deserves.

Frowning, she jumps up and does a few reps on the pull-up bar. My cock twitches in my pants as I watch her pull herself up and drop down over and over. She’s gained so much strength since she arrived, and I couldn’t be prouder. Pretty soon she’ll be able to kick my ass, and the thought of her trying makes my dick rock fucking hard.

When her eyes meet mine, she gets a telling look on her face. She probably thinks everything she does turns me on.

And she’d be absolutely right.

“You know, Dwayne has the most amazing hands,” she says as she pulls herself up on the bar again, making it look easy. “I miss his hands already,” she drawls. “Maybe I should schedule some…private sessions with him.”

“Lina,” I warn, stepping up behind her and watching her firm ass bobbing up and down in front of my face. “Don’t poke the beast.”

“But what if I want the beast to poke me?” she throws over her shoulder, flashing me a look that has all my blood rushing straight to my cock.

Grunting, I jump and grab the bar on either side of her hand, locking my legs around hers and doing pull-ups with her plump ass pushing against my erection. “See what you do to me?” I growl into her neck before biting gently, followed by a lick to soothe the pain.

She moans, grinding back against me, and I’m a fucking goner. Dropping down, I wrap my hands around her waist and help her down, sliding her down the length of my body, so that she can feel how hard I am for her. With my mouth at her ear, I whisper, “I think you forgot that this room is soundproof. No one will be able to hear you scream.”

A shudder runs through her, and she turns in my arms to look at me with a lust-filled gaze. “Promise?”

I groan. “My naughty girl,” I tell her before my mouth crashes down on hers. Backing her up to the wall, I turn her around and drop to my knees. My large hands grab her curvy ass, squeezing and kneading her, my fingertips occasionally brushing against the apex of her thighs. Every soft brush elicits a moan from her beautiful mouth.

“Tell me what you want, Lina. I want to hear the words coming out of your beautiful mouth.”

“Make me come,” she moans against the wall.

Her words go straight through me down to my heavy cock. “Fuck,” I hiss before I rip down her leggings. I bury my face between her thighs, licking her pussy before dragging my tongue up her slit to her little asshole and then back again. Her entire body trembles beneath my hands as I pin her to the wall, eating her like a starving, dying man. And I am starving for her. Always. Her pussy is a delicacy and makes my mouth water whenever I think about it. She tastes sweet, like a forbidden nectar that I’ll never get enough of. My tongue is buried so deep between her legs that I’ll no doubt be tasting her sweetness for weeks.

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