gave up and punched the dismiss button. Silence. Fuck, I’d only slept for a few hours.
I’d been up most of the night, after the bar closed, strategizing how to get my racing career back on track. I had emailed my agent that my hand and leg were healing faster than expected, thanks to Chase’s magic workout plan. It was time to start talks with new team managers. If things worked out, I could be back on the circuit within a few months.
I flung the white pillow from my face and it bounced to the floor. Reaching for my cell phone I checked for messages. A shit-eating grin spread across my face. I leaned up on my elbows to read the text from Niki:
“Hey babe, ready to meet my crazy family Saturday evening? There’s a birthday party for my dad’s wife and I want you to come. Pleeease? I’d rather have a root canal than go to this party alone.”
I sprang up to a sitting position, wide awake. Fuck me. Meeting the parents was a big step, maybe too big. Not that I didn’t want my relationship with Niki to move forward, but from what I’d learned about Niki’s dad, it would be like meeting The Godfather. She had said he was Italian. I hoped he wasn’t ‘connected.’
Whatever my imagination drummed up, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. Fuck, I’m toast, bloody fucking toast. Who was I kidding? I’d do anything for Niki. The mere thought of her warmed me. Ah shit, I’m such a pussy. But if she needed my support, all the more reason to go. You’ll never get much out of life if you don’t go out on a limb and risk everything when the right moment arrives. This was one of those moments.
With my good hand I thumbed a reply on my phone:
“I was born ready, baby. Can’t wait!”
~*~*~*~
Fitness 87 on Fourth St. was practically empty when I arrived. Chase was already there, finishing up a training session with one of his clients, a sexy, redheaded chick wearing skin-tight workout gear. I particularly appreciated the fact that she wore very little of it. The short top showed plenty of skin and my eyes couldn’t help but admire those gym shorts that rode up her butt cheeks just enough for a mouthwatering peek. Each time she shifted her weight, more skin popped out.
I didn’t want to interrupt Chase while he worked. I jerked a hello nod in his direction, as he ‘spotted’ her form while she did reps of arm kickbacks, with a hand held weight. She stood in a wide stance, with her front leg bent and her back one straight, tipped slightly forward at the waist. Chase lightly placed his hands on her torso and instructed her to bend over a little more.
His correction elevated her butt in the air even more, providing an eye-poppingly good view for me.
She parted her lips and blew out a controlled breath as she continued her reps, kicking back her arm with the weight. Turning her head she threw a steamy glance my way and practically undressed me with her eyes. Damn. She was hot and she wanted me. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my gym shorts and darted my gaze around the room, searching for a machine to climb onto. In the past, I would’ve totally gone for her. Done something crazy, like fuck her brains out in the restroom. But since meeting Niki, I had practically become a saint. Just thinking about fucking this girl made me feel guilty. Or maybe my jaw felt tight because I truly cared for Niki. I needed her touch. She made everything feel so right. But I was afraid, if I told her, she’d run. I hadn’t had a good handle on my emotions before I met her. All I‘d felt for the last year was non-stop anger. Then I met Niki and things changed. Shit, best to keep my dick in my pants and keep a safe distance. I didn’t want to fuck up the best thing that’d ever happened to me.
“Hey, Jesse, I’ll be right with you. Last set here,” Chase yelled out.
I pawed my hand through my hair and located an available piece of equipment. “No sweat. Take your time, man.”
I jumped on a stationary bike
I’d been up most of the night, after the bar closed, strategizing how to get my racing career back on track. I had emailed my agent that my hand and leg were healing faster than expected, thanks to Chase’s magic workout plan. It was time to start talks with new team managers. If things worked out, I could be back on the circuit within a few months.
I flung the white pillow from my face and it bounced to the floor. Reaching for my cell phone I checked for messages. A shit-eating grin spread across my face. I leaned up on my elbows to read the text from Niki:
“Hey babe, ready to meet my crazy family Saturday evening? There’s a birthday party for my dad’s wife and I want you to come. Pleeease? I’d rather have a root canal than go to this party alone.”
I sprang up to a sitting position, wide awake. Fuck me. Meeting the parents was a big step, maybe too big. Not that I didn’t want my relationship with Niki to move forward, but from what I’d learned about Niki’s dad, it would be like meeting The Godfather. She had said he was Italian. I hoped he wasn’t ‘connected.’
Whatever my imagination drummed up, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. Fuck, I’m toast, bloody fucking toast. Who was I kidding? I’d do anything for Niki. The mere thought of her warmed me. Ah shit, I’m such a pussy. But if she needed my support, all the more reason to go. You’ll never get much out of life if you don’t go out on a limb and risk everything when the right moment arrives. This was one of those moments.
With my good hand I thumbed a reply on my phone:
“I was born ready, baby. Can’t wait!”
~*~*~*~
Fitness 87 on Fourth St. was practically empty when I arrived. Chase was already there, finishing up a training session with one of his clients, a sexy, redheaded chick wearing skin-tight workout gear. I particularly appreciated the fact that she wore very little of it. The short top showed plenty of skin and my eyes couldn’t help but admire those gym shorts that rode up her butt cheeks just enough for a mouthwatering peek. Each time she shifted her weight, more skin popped out.
I didn’t want to interrupt Chase while he worked. I jerked a hello nod in his direction, as he ‘spotted’ her form while she did reps of arm kickbacks, with a hand held weight. She stood in a wide stance, with her front leg bent and her back one straight, tipped slightly forward at the waist. Chase lightly placed his hands on her torso and instructed her to bend over a little more.
His correction elevated her butt in the air even more, providing an eye-poppingly good view for me.
She parted her lips and blew out a controlled breath as she continued her reps, kicking back her arm with the weight. Turning her head she threw a steamy glance my way and practically undressed me with her eyes. Damn. She was hot and she wanted me. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my gym shorts and darted my gaze around the room, searching for a machine to climb onto. In the past, I would’ve totally gone for her. Done something crazy, like fuck her brains out in the restroom. But since meeting Niki, I had practically become a saint. Just thinking about fucking this girl made me feel guilty. Or maybe my jaw felt tight because I truly cared for Niki. I needed her touch. She made everything feel so right. But I was afraid, if I told her, she’d run. I hadn’t had a good handle on my emotions before I met her. All I‘d felt for the last year was non-stop anger. Then I met Niki and things changed. Shit, best to keep my dick in my pants and keep a safe distance. I didn’t want to fuck up the best thing that’d ever happened to me.
“Hey, Jesse, I’ll be right with you. Last set here,” Chase yelled out.
I pawed my hand through my hair and located an available piece of equipment. “No sweat. Take your time, man.”
I jumped on a stationary bike
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