Frenemy Fix-Up, page 12
She’s naked from the waist down and wearing her usual sports bra, but I don’t care. I bend her over the side of the couch, taking care to protect us by sliding on a condom, then I’m spreading her legs with one knee and thrusting inside her from behind.
Her inner walls tighten around my shaft. “Fuck!”
I have to take a moment to orient myself. I don’t want to come prematurely like some randy teenager.
Slowly, I thrust into her, then harder and harder, pushing her farther into the couch. I have one hand on her hip, the other moves lower until I can pump my fingers in and out her sex, massaging her clit with my thumb.
Shay moans and pushes her ass back to meet my powerful thrusts.
“That’s right, baby, just like that.” I smack her ass, and she moans even louder. So I do it again, and she lets out a mewl.
A little ass play turns her on? I’ll remember that, but right now my focus is burying myself inside Shay’s wet heat. We find a fast-paced rhythm that quickly has me losing control. Shay is my match in every way. I lean over her, desperate to take back some of that control, but it’s slipping away. I reach in front of her and push her bra upwards so I can pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes, Colin, yes.” She’s getting closer to another orgasm and so am I. My fingers dig into her hips and I pump into her, and when her sex clenches around my dick, I lose the battle.
* * *
Later, while sitting at the bar in her kitchen, we end up having the leftovers of the shrimp Florentine Shay made for us the night before. She’s wearing my shirt and nothing else, while I’ve pulled on my boxers.
Our earlier experience was explosive. Is Shay right? Can we still have a trainer–client relationship with this kind of attraction between us? I don’t know. But I also don’t want to give up something this good.
Instead, I ask her about her expansion. “Have you put together any numbers?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing formal. Some of us need to actually hire a bookkeeper to make sure it’s feasible.”
“You don’t need to do that.” I push the empty plate away on the bar. “You have me. Use me.”
“Oh, I’m going to use you,” she says with a lascivious smirk.
“I can’t wait for that. However, I meant in a professional capacity. Since I’m on medical leave from work, I have nothing but time on my hands. Let me review your financials and come up with a plan.”
“Shouldn’t you be taking this time to relax and regroup and not take on new work?”
“I need to do something, Shay. Otherwise, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“All right. All right.” She stands up and goes down another hallway I hadn’t paid much attention to before, but I follow her and find it’s a second bedroom she’s turned into an office/guest room.
She sits at a small desk with her laptop and within seconds, she’s printing out several pages. “I assume you want to see my balance sheet and income statement from the last year?”
“That’s a start.” I accept the papers. “I’ll need all your personal expenses along with any checking-or savings-account statements.”
She frowns. “I don’t know about that.”
“I’m not trying to invade your privacy.” Uneasiness is written all over her face. “I want to be sure you’re not overextending yourself, but if you want me to focus on Balance and Elevate, that’s fine. I’ll look these over and come back to you with a plan.”
“You would do that?” She sounds surprised.
Have I really been that horrible?
“Yes, of course. You’re helping me. It’s the least I can do.”
“But you’re paying me. It doesn’t seem like a fair trade.”
I start to speak, but she places her fingers over my mouth. “Don’t even think about saying what I think you were about to. Our relationship in the bedroom has no place in this conversation.”
“Agreed. And I’m doing this because I want to. Okay? So let me help.”
She releases an audible sigh because she’s struggling with accepting my help.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll review these and get back to you. Sound good?”
She nods. “Okay.”
“How about we pick up where we left off?” I plop down on the guest bed.
She pushes me down and comes over to straddle me. “Did you have something in mind?”
“Oh yeah.” Unbuttoning my shirt, I push it off her arms, tossing it on the bed. Then I rise so I can latch onto one of her breasts. I suck the nipple into my mouth, and she arches against me, crying out my name. Her small, perfectly sized orbs fit in the palm of my hand and into my mouth like they were made for me.
My fingers cup her flesh, stroking her with long caresses while continuing to suck and nibble. Then I move to the other and give it the same sensuous treatment until Shay rubs against me. I understand. I can’t wait to be inside her again, to hear her loud screams. But I don’t have a condom with me.
I lift my head, long enough to say, “The condoms are in the other bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” To my surprise, she reaches for the shirt on the bed and pulls a condom from the front pocket. The sexy minx came prepared. She slides it on and then eases herself down onto me.
We gasp simultaneously at the intimacy. She leans in, pressing her naked skin against mine, and I tangle my hands in her locs and pull her to me so I can kiss her hard. She kisses me back, winding her arms around my neck, and starts to ride me. Her rhythm is slow, but then our bodies speed up. We’re in sync in a way I’ve not been with other women. I bury my face in her locs and allow my hands to trail down her body until I’m at the place I know will make her quake.
Shay’s hold around me tightens, and she lifts herself up and down my dick. Sensations ripple through me, and I grab a handful of her hair, exposing her throat where I suckle her.
“Ah!” I hear the hitch in her voice. She’s getting close, but no way am I coming first. I grab hold of her hips and thrust up to meet her. “Colin!”
Her movements become jerky and frantic. I won’t last much longer.
Fuck!
“I need you to come, Shay,” I urge.
She laughs, and to my surprise the vixen tries to lift off me, but I pull her back down hard. And just like that we both shatter. A kaleidoscope of colors blurs my vision as Shay’s muscles contract. She pulls me in and collapses against me. I groan her name as I climax.
This woman has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it.
I’m in serious trouble.
Sixteen
COLIN
“Let’s go hiking,” Shay says one Sunday, a few weeks into my training.
“That’s a hard pass,” I respond, lounging on her sofa.
I don’t know how it happened, but I’ve gotten in the habit of spending my weekends with Shay. When she isn’t working at Balance and Elevate, I’m at her place, and we’re not just fucking. She’s been teaching me how to cook the healthy way with less salt, oil and butter. It’s surprisingly tasty once you get used to it, and I’m hoping my cholesterol numbers will be better at the six-week mark when I see the doctor again.
“C’mon.” Shay grabs my arm and tries to pull me to my feet. “It’s going to be fun. Not only is it great exercise, but you’ll enjoy the fresh air and being one with nature.”
I laugh at the exuberance in her tone. I’ve never been the outdoors type and much prefer the indoor activities we’d been up to earlier. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed?”
“We did that last weekend.”
Indeed. She is correct.
Since we started sleeping together, I’ve learned all the ways to please Shay and vice versa. I know when she wants it hard and fast, or when I need to take my time and draw out the moment. I never imagined I would have this kind of connection with anyone, much less with Shay. This was only supposed to be a fleeting moment, but it’s turned into more.
I like spending time with her.
“Colin...” Shay folds her arms and pouts. It’s so adorable the way her nose crunches up in consternation when she’s annoyed with me. How can I say no to her? I don’t particularly like walking, let alone hiking. Yet, she’s got me walking two miles three times a week as part of my fitness regime.
Sighing, I jump to my feet. “All right, fine. We’ll go hiking.”
“Yay!” Shay claps her hands in glee. “I’m just going to change.” She’s wearing one of my T-shirts with nothing else underneath, which made for easy access during this morning’s rendezvous. But alas, she’s right. We can’t stay locked in her apartment forever.
An hour later, we’re in Fredericksburg, Texas, and ready to tackle the Enchanted Rock Loop Trail. Turning off the ignition, I exit my Audi and stare at the tree-lined pathways. This is so not my speed. It’s amazing what we’ll do for the people we like.
Shay, however, is pumped. She’s opening the trunk and double-checking the backpack she filled before we left. Inside there’s refillable water bottles, sandwiches, SunChips, granola bars and dried fruit, a radio, blanket, flashlight and first-aid kit.
“You sure came prepared.” I incline my head to the arsenal of goods. “You would think we’re getting ready for the zombie apocalypse or something.”
Shay shrugs. “You never know. What if we get lost? We need to be ready for the unexpected.”
I ignore the idea of getting lost in the woods. “All right, let’s do this!” I clap my hands.
I’m trying to psyche myself up that hiking will be fun because at least I’m with a beautiful woman. And Shay is killing it in her running gear. She’s got on a wildcat-patterned sports bra and high-waisted bike shorts that hug her ass and have me thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts.
“I’m ready.” Shays tries to don the heavy backpack, but I immediately take it from her and swing it over my shoulders.
“Exactly how long is this trail?” I ask, once we’re on the move.
“About five point four miles if we do the entire loop,” Shay responds, “but we don’t have to do all of it. Trust me, I’ve got you.”
And I realize I do. In a short time, Shay has earned my trust and my respect.
I would follow her anywhere.
* * *
A few hours later, after we’ve hiked through grass, dirt roads and trees, we start climbing until eventually we reach a giant rock formation that springs up seemingly out of nowhere.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Shay asks, looking out over the plains. She’s not the least bit out of breath, whereas I’m a little winded.
Even though the hike was moderately difficult, we stopped along the way for water breaks. I don’t mind the exercise and nature elements because I’m with Shay. She has a way of making me do things I don’t like to do.
“Yeah, it is.” I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
She leans back against me, and I inhale her citrusy scent that’s now mixed with a fragrance all her own. It makes me want her. This intense attraction will fade. It has to, and before long I’ll move on to the future I’ve planned. But right now, I can’t seem to care about any of it. Instead, I spin her around to face me.
She has on sunglasses so I can’t see her eyes, but I see her lips. Plush, flagrantly sensual lips that have dragged me over the edge of ecstasy many times. I lower my head and cover her mouth with mine for another taste, and she kisses me back. My hands go to the small of her back, drawing her closer because the kiss is quickly spiking to a fever pitch. But then Shay pulls away.
“We came to hike, Colin,” Shay says, somewhat breathlessly.
A grin spreads across my lips. “I know, but...” I glance around, and the entire area is deserted “...we are alone.”
“Is that why you came?” she asks. “Because you wanted to change the location where we have sex?”
She sounds disappointed and turns her back to me to start walking back down the hill. Within several long strides, I catch up to her. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry. Today was fun. It wasn’t all about sex.”
“I just wanted to do something different. Show you something I enjoy,” Shay responds.
“And I appreciate that.” I want to get back to that easy connection we shared on the way up the trail. “Tell me, when did you start hiking?” I inquire.
“My dad used to take me when he, Riley and I went camping. The elements were too much for Mama so she stayed behind, but I loved the outdoors. Being out in nature was something my father and I shared.”
“You don’t talk much about your father.”
Shay turns to me. “No, I don’t. Are you ready for lunch? There’s a shady spot down the hill.” She points to a patch of trees about a quarter of a mile away. “We can stop there.”
I notice she changes the subject from her father quickly, which only makes me curious to know more. Once we’ve reached our destination, shaken out the blanket, opened the backpack and are tearing into our turkey breast sandwiches with fat-free mayonnaise, I broach the subject again.
“So about your father,” I say, taking a bite of my sandwich. “What else did you share a love of besides hiking?”
“Nope. There’s nothing more to say about him.” She opens her water bottle and takes a long pull.
“You don’t have a relationship with him?”
“Why are you pressing the topic?” she snaps. “I don’t see you talking about your dad much either.”
“You know why. He’s gone!” I blurt out. “And I miss him. I would give anything to have him back, to talk to him again or ask his advice.”
Shay scoots closer. “I’m sorry, Colin. That was insensitive of me. Of course you miss him. Your relationship with your father sounds much different from mine. Can you tell me about him?”
“We were very close. I looked up to him, you know?” She nods, so I continue. “My dad didn’t come from money. He grew up poor, but he was determined his kids would have a better life. He started out working at a car dealership and was one of their top performers. He was a salesman through and through. He used to tell me there wasn’t anyone he couldn’t upsell. His ambition led to bigger goals like starting his own dealership and, when it became profitable, moving us into an affluent neighborhood. I’ll never forget when he took me into the dealership for the first time and introduced me around. I was so proud of him.
“What an inspiration,” Shay says. “He sounds like a great dad.”
“He was.” I find myself telling more stories, like The Talk when Dad made sure I understood about how not to get a girl pregnant. Or when he helped me buy my first car. All great memories I haven’t thought about in years, let alone shared with another soul. Except with Shay.
“Thank you for bringing me up here, Shay, and pushing me to try new things.”
Her face brightens with a smile, and my heart skips a beat. “You’re welcome.”
There’s something about her that’s comforting yet exciting at the same time. There’s depth to our conversations, more than I’ve ever had in my previous relationships. And that scares me.
Somehow, Shay is not staying in the fuck-buddy category I put her into. Instead, she’s becoming something else, something more. Dare I say, a friend.
Seventeen
SHAY
The last month, I’ve been on a constant high.
The roller-coaster ride goes higher and higher, and even though I’m freaking out a little I don’t want it to stop. During the day, I work at the studio, same as usual, teaching yoga and taking care of the business side of it, and some afternoons I train Colin on new moves to strengthen his core and help him relax.
But that’s not the only time we’re together. We spend weekends shopping for food to ensure Colin stays on his diet. We cook together so he can prepare dishes with less salt and fat to lower his blood pressure and cholesterol. We went hiking the previous weekend because I knew nature would be good for him. He wasn’t a fan of the trek, but by the end of the day, even though we were hot and sweaty, Colin thanked me when we reached the summit because I pushed him to do something he’d never done.
The best parts are the nights. I never expected one night with Colin to turn into this smorgasbord of intense passion. We can’t seem to assuage the hunger we’ve developed for each other. He’s insatiable for me, and his touch is incredibly addictive. Sometimes, he wakes during the early morning, while I’m still half-asleep, and slides inside me. It’s slow and sensual. Most nights, he comes to my place, but tonight, he asked me back to his apartment. He wants to show me the work he’s done for my expansion.
His presentation is up on the screen of his large eighty-two-inch television while we sit on a luxurious leather couch. Colin took it upon himself to call the leasing agent for the shopping center and go over rental rates for the suite next door. He has facts and figures on rent costs for the next five years for the studio and the expansion. He’s even got preliminary construction numbers and an income projection that has me in the black within the year.
I turn to him. “Are you sure that’s right?” I point at the screen in disbelief.
He smiles. “Of course it is. I know my shit.”
Laughter bubbles from me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, but how did you put all this together in such a short time?”
“I have my ways.” He shrugs. “Besides, you need to get moving before someone else leases that suite.” He swipes through the presentation and brings up a document. “I estimated the same rental rate you’re paying now with three-percent annual bumps for five years with ten dollars a square foot for tenant improvements, but you’ll need to finalize the paperwork with the leasing agent.”
