The excitement I felt walking into the gym was different this time too. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to jump his bones in front of everyone, so the thrill of an impending orgasm wasn’t what made me jumpy. I think it was more along the lines of seeing his face after only talking through a screen for days, or wondering what his reaction would be seeing me after so long and actually opening up to me a bit.
After I change my outfit in the locker room and put away my things, I stride into the room where the class takes place and see Javier standing there in front of the white board with his back to me, giving me the perfect view of his toned ass and broad back. His tank top shows off the boulders of muscles in his arms covered in the ink that I’ve grown quite fond of, and of course he has his hat on backwards, which sparks a devilish side in me that wants to ride him with it still on.
I don’t say a word as I soak up the sight of him, but as if he can sense me, a slight twist of his head over his shoulders grants me with a natural, blinding smile I’ve never seen from him before, and not just since we started sleeping together. This is a smile that genuinely shows that he’s happy to see me, accompanied by what I could only describe as a twinkle in his eye, and suddenly my heart is leaping on the trampoline in my chest.
“Hey, Princess,” he says, turning completely now as his eyes bounce up and down my body, taking in my workout gear.
“Hi.”
His mouth opens to say something but then his face falls flat instantly, mine following suit. His eyes veer left, which spikes my curiosity to turn around and discover what changed his reaction to me in a second.
A man dressed in a black polo shirt and khaki pants comes waltzing in the room, staring at Javier. And as I take in his uniform, it hits me that I know exactly what this guy is here for.
“Javier. Nice to see you,” he says, stopping right beside me with an outstretched hand, waiting for Javier to shake it.
Javi moves forward, intercepting the gesture, but his face remains hard with a hint of astonishment.
“Gerald. This is a surprise.”
“Well, you know that’s part of the drill. Can we go somewhere to talk?”
Javi nods and then walks right past me as if I’m not standing there, ruminating on this man’s presence. As they saunter off and I take in the back of the man’s shirt, a million questions start rolling through my mind.
A parole officer just walked in here looking for Javier, it seemed. But then again, I could be wrong. There could be a million reasons why he came in—checking on another employee or client, trying to obtain information about another offender that has gone missing—this list of possibilities is endless.
Yet, remembering the way Javi’s face fell flat tells me there might be more to that man’s appearance than I realize, which means there’s a whole lot more about Javier that I don’t know.
And even though doubt could easily seep its way into my brain right now, the only thing I care about is making sure Javi’s alright. He seemed rattled by the man’s appearance, but something tells me there’s more to the story, which means maybe more questions are in order between Javier and myself.
Chapter 18
Javier
“I’m so proud of you ladies. I hope this class has helped build confidence and strength in you, both physically and mentally. Just remember to remain calm in a situation and recall your training here if you ever find yourself being attacked.” I flash an inherent smile at the women before dispersing the clipboards. “If you would please fill out this survey before you leave letting us know how the class benefited you or if there’s anything else we can improve on, we would appreciate it.”
Clay moves alongside me, handing the surveys and pens to the girls as they wait for us to pass them out. I purposefully made sure to start on the side where Sydney is seated so I can catch a glimpse of her without it seeming obvious. She flashes me a knowing grin and then I move along, counting down the minutes until she’s back in my bed with her legs spread, shouting my name.
It’s been over a week since she’s been back from her conference and we’ve been finding every moment possible to fuck, which unfortunately hasn’t been as often as I’d like. Just a few nights ago I had her riding me on my couch with a blindfold on again. Based on our conversation, I’d say she likes relinquishing her eyesight, and her intense orgasm that pulled one from me as well only confirmed it.
The woman now owns a slice of real estate in my mind, growing with every piece of her that I’m discovering. And yet, in the back of my mind, I’m chastising myself for going there, crossing the line that I was so hell bent on drawing the night this all started. I told Sydney I wasn’t programmed for anything but sex, and before her, that was exactly the case. Now this woman that six weeks ago I couldn’t stand is quickly becoming a person that I crave, not just for her body, but her mind as well.
Last weekend when she was away had me walking around with an ache in my chest that was all too unfamiliar. Irritation ran through me knowing I couldn’t have her the second I wanted her. I felt like a toddler wanting to throw a tantrum because I couldn’t get my way, and the desire I felt to hear for voice made my stomach twist in knots.
So instead of waiting for her to return, I fucking texted her—curious about what she
