“Yes, it was, John,” Janie speaks up quickly. “How about yours?”
“It was a little long. Did Elsie tell you about the party Friday night?” John asks Janie, apparently knowing exactly where she was going with her questioning.
“Yes, she did, she said she and Elizabeth had a nice time. What about you, even though you had to work, did you have a good time?” Janie asks him, arching an eyebrow, daring him to deny he did.
“It was the best Halloween I’ve had a in a long time,” he can’t stop the smile from lifting the corners of his mouth in a shy grin. “How about you, Elsie, did you enjoy Friday night?” he puts the question to her, trying to get a feel of what she thought about it.
The blush instantly spreads across her pale face causing her to jerk her head down. Her mind and body are flooded with images and feelings from the intense moment they’d shared. She feels the soft stroke of his tongue on her lips and her hands itch to reach up and touch them. Elsie remembers the feel of his erection rubbing against her, and the size of it, and suddenly she can’t stop her eyes from going there.
Shit! she yells at herself scrunching her eyes shut. Her heat rises and she feels herself blush. Elsie knows John saw her looking at his crotch.
“Yes,” is all she can croak out.
“Good, glad to hear it,” he says quietly, his voice a little deeper than before.
The beast in his pants is starting to stir from that little glance she just gave him. Down boy, this is NOT the time, John tells his dick.
Elsie quickly changes the subject, “So, Mountain Man, are you teaching the class tonight or is the Sweat Hog out there doing it?”
John dips his head back, laughing at the accurate name for his buddy. “Yes, I am. Brian’s gonna work out with Marco, he and Elizabeth should be here in a few minutes. You ladies are a little early.”
“Yeah,” Janie replies. “We wanted to beat the rush,” she jokes with him.
John laughs, “Well then, you two can pick tonight’s mix. What’ll it be, house party mix, or alternative?”
The girls look at each other, nodding their heads, answering together, “House party mix.”
“Mix it is then,” he says moving to the stereo, to put on the music. He turns back to them, “I saw you were starting your stretches, that’s excellent. I’m going to finish Brian’s preliminary work out, we’ve got just a few more minutes then I’ll be back in. Ok?”
Janie answers him, “Go ahead, I’ve got your girl.”
That term of endearment surprises him, but it sounded good and makes him want to smile. He stops the thought before it can pop out, his internal voices reprimanding him for even thinking he could consider that.
John turns and leaves them as the beat starts pumping, and he feels their eyes on him as he goes.
“You never did tell me how Friday night went, Dude,” Brian asks John when he gets back behind the bag, pushing his weight into it to give Brian more resistance.
“It was fine, I drove her home,” John snaps.
“I gotta tell you, I was shocked when she ran from us, Bro, I could have sworn...,” Brian says almost absent-mindedly.
“I know,” John cuts in as his mind fills with thoughts of Elsie, still trying to figure her out.
“She wants to, you know,” Brian continues between jabs.
“I fucking know, Brian, but there’s something going on with her that she won’t talk about,” John nearly shouts at his friend, his frustration almost getting the better of him.
“Don’t freak, Dude, she’ll grow to trust us and it will come out, whatever she’s hiding. Then it’ll happen, just like you want,” Brian says switching to weaving and moving between hits.
“Hey Fellas, who’s the new guy up front with Scott? Marco asks coming up behind them.
“Hey, man, what’s up? You ready to get your ass kicked tonight Old Man?” Brian teases him.
“How many times do I have to tell you, you can suck on my Old Man right nut, Bro.” Marco smirks at them as he and John do their whole hand shaking, back slapping thing. Brian stops his dance with the bag and lays one hand on it, leaning against it.
“Fuck that, we’ll see about that later, man. And no clue, there’s a new guy joining?” Brian asks looking towards the entrance of the gym to see if he can get a look at who Marco was talking about. Marco and John’s gaze follow his, the three of them looking like old ladies, trying to see who moved in next door.
Their gazes follow Scott with the new man as he is apparently giving him a tour of the facility and probably explaining how things are done, Scott’s mouth moving constantly since they started walking. But taking a closer look, Scott’s posture seems rigid and tense, almost as if something has triggered an alert sensor in him.
“Good looking guy, sharp dresser,” Marco comments, assessing him.
“Yeah,” Brian replies absently, making his own observation.
“Yeah, but…,” John adds in, still watching as the two move slowly, through the gym.
“…there’s something about him,” Marco and Brian finish John’s thought.
All of John’s sensors are picking something up from this new guy, his skin is tingling and his hair stands on end. He doesn’t want to let him out of his sight. All of his alarms are screaming ‘CAUTION’!
“He looks like a cleaned up gangbanger, from the hood,” John says.
He’s right. The new guy is obviously Latin, but tall. He has classic, stunning, good looks, with chiseled features, and a sleek toned body which was dressed in a crisp white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, revealing a gold crucifix hanging from his neck. The Latinos do love to show off their
