Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
This is freedom. Pure and simple freedom. Nothing else matters but the next movement, the next grip, the next foothold. The line I take to get as high as possible. I tower over the gym, bigger than I’ll ever be.
I’m grinning as I reach the top. Exhilarated and alive.
I grip with one hand and half turn, looking down at him.
He’s staring at me with an intense expression caught halfway between lust and admiration.
“See?” I call down, chills running down my body. This is what love must feel like. “Easy. Your turn.” I climb down before releasing, landing gently on the thick cushion.
He stands at my side, jaw working. He’s looking at me, studying me, like he can see what I’m feeling. Like he can tell my adrenaline’s pumping through my arms and legs. Like he knows I’m so deeply in my body right now.
“How about we make a bet,” he says quietly.
“What kind of bet?” I ask, feeling wary. Gareth’s not the kind of guy to gamble unless he’s feeling confident. But the look on his face suggests there’s no way he’s going to be good at this.
I’ll admit, I like that I’m better than him.
He says, “If I reach the top, you tell me what you thought about the last time you got yourself off.”
I raise my eyebrows. A sharp thrill runs into my core. What is with this guy? Apparently, we’re crossing every single professional line imaginable. “Who says I thought about anything? Maybe I’m into porn.”
“In that case, you can share your favorite videos.”
I blush slightly at the thought of him seeing the porn I’m into. “Okay, thoughts it is. And if you don’t?”
“I’ll tell you what I thought about.”
Based on the way he’s looking at me right now, I’m pretty sure I know.
God, is it sick that I like it? I mean, it’s inappropriate and crazy, sure. But Gareth’s hot as hell, even if he is like ten years older than me and not my type at all.
Hell, in the spirit of getting to know him more, I nod once. “That’s a deal.”
“Good.” He takes some chalk, clapping it between his hands. “That didn’t look so hard.”
He gets up, sets himself, and climbs.
I stare at his muscular arms, impressed by his raw strength. His form is awful and he’s choosing the hardest possible line, but he’s brute-forcing his way up, and up, and up.
I’m impressed. I’ve seen novice climbers before—I was one not all that long ago—and I know what it’s like to get up there for the first time.
The fear, the nerves.
He’s showing none of that. Instead, he’s steadily making progress.
He makes it halfway to the top before his fingers slip off a difficult and awkward grip. His legs kick out, trying to find purchase, but it’s over.
Gareth falls silently to the mat, landing with a grunt.
I stand over him, grinning. “Best of three?” I ask. “Or are you ready to tell me your deepest, darkest jerk-off fantasies?”
He sighs, eyes squeezing closed. “I thought about fucking you in the sauna. About pushing you down and sliding my thick cock into your tight, pink pussy, nice and slow and deep, until you screamed with pleasure. About pulling your hair, going faster, making your hips and breasts tremble with each rough thrust. About licking sweat off your inner thigh until you rode my tongue to climax.”
I lick my lips, blinking rapidly. “Uh, okay then, that was extremely graphic.” I shiver, thinking about his hands on my body, on my hips. His fingers digging into my ass while his tongue laps at my pussy. I haven’t been touched like that in a very long time, if ever, and I’m honestly craving it. I’ve been so damn pent-up, so extremely stressed out. An incredible orgasm might do wonders for me.
Except there’s a no-sex clause that I’m not going to break.
At least, if we’re going to break it, he’d better be the one to do the breaking.
“Did you think I fantasized in soft core?” he asks with a sigh. “Help me up.”
I give him a hand. We stand side by side in front of the wall again, looking upward. I’m trying not to think about him touching himself, touching his pierced cock, and thinking about me.
But a strange thrill of pride runs down my spine.
This man, this handsome, closed-off man, finds me so attractive that he touches himself to daydreams of me.
“How come you haven’t had a serious girlfriend in a while?” I ask suddenly as I walk forward and start to make another climb.
“You know that’s a borderline insulting question, right?”
“Come on, seriously. Do you work too much?”
“Yes,” he says. “But that’s not it.”
“Why not then? Just haven’t found the right girl?” I glance down and he nods slightly, but he’s looking off in the distance, at the far end of the gym.