He didn’t have a good feeling about their destination since, at her insistence, he was currently wearing basketball shorts, an old t-shirt, and running shoes. If his wardrobe didn’t fill him with suspicion, the protein smoothie she made him drink would have certainly set off his warning bells. He wasn’t stupid, she was about to make him do something physical. He couldn’t back out because she drove.
Nick sighed and looked out the window. He’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book. He couldn’t escape without his car. He glanced at her profile. She was nibbling on her bottom lip and drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.
On the bright side, they were spending time together like he’d wanted, and he had the privilege of watching her walk around in those second skin workout leggings that women seemed to love. He also happened to know that she was wearing a thong because he had a front row seat when she shimmied into it. His cock twitched at the memory.
“What are you thinking about?” She slid him a sideways glace, keeping most of her focus on the road.
“Your thong.” He answered honestly, and surprisingly unabashed.
She nodded, unfazed like he mentioned the weather. “The thong itself or what’s underneath it?” She asked with a straight face.
Nick threw his head back on the headrest and rubbed his face. “Please stop, or I won’t be able to get out of the car.”
Kalilah shrugged. The sunlight reflected off her skin giving it a soft glow.
“You brought it up. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t given you full access; it’s your choice when you want to access…or shall I say, enter the aforementioned area.”
“Kalilah!” Nick groaned.
It’s official; his cock was at full mast. It was like a heat seeking missile. It ached and throbbed, as it looked for release. His basketball shorts didn’t help conceal his condition, and now all he could think about was burying himself in her moist heat. He hoped it would feel as good as he thinks it would. Nick took a few breaths, attempting to regain control over his hormones. He felt like a pre-teen. He was losing the battle.
Kalilah stopped at a red light. She looked at Nick with an expression full of mischief. Her big brown eyes slowly slid over his erection. The heated glance felt like a caress. Nick could feel his sweat start to prickle his pores. Nick made a mental note to research if anyone had ever died from sexual frustration.
“You know.” She licked her lips. “I could help you with that.”
Great. Now all he could think about was her soft, full lips doing wonderful things to his balls. At this rate, he wouldn’t have to research anything; he’s definitely going to die from blue balls. Self-imposed blue balls to boot.
His tombstone will read, “Here lies the loser idiot that didn’t have sex with the girl of his dreams because he didn’t want her to see him naked.”
Kalilah’s phone started ringing. Nick sighed from relief. Apparently, the good Lord knew he still had things to do. Kalilah told whomever called that they were almost there; Nick had yet to find out where ‘there’ was, but he would find out soon. Kalilah parked in front of a gym, and Nick’s heart sank along with his boner. He was not the biggest fan of physical exertion; Kalilah must have seen the question on his face.
“Nick, I can’t help but notice that you are not comfortable with your nudity.” Nick felt the heat rise on the back of his neck.
“Or, you’re more comfortable than normal with your nudity,” Nick countered. Kalilah looked heavenward to control her annoyance.
“Maybe, but you’re more uncomfortable than the normal person with your nudity. Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Do you have some sort of deformity, crazy scar, or bad burn? Or, do you have something you want to hide like a third nipple or a Hanson tattoo? If the answer to my questions is no, then you may just not like the way you look naked. If that is the case, you’re getting out of this vehicle and going into that gym.”
Nick felt extremely confused. She was being bossy and calling him out on his shit. Instead of being annoyed or throwing her a comeback, he was fighting the urge to pull her in his arms and kiss the gloss off her lips.
r /> Nick took a deep breath and got out of the SUV. He hated planned exercise. He’d prefer to be invited to a friendly game of flag football, kickball, or baseball…who was he kidding? No one invited him to that shit. He’d been meaning to get into shape. It looked like it was now or never.
Kalilah was walking in front of him, and the trip to the gym was worth the view.
“Focus, Nick.” She said without looking over her shoulder.
Nick grinned. “I am focused.”
She stopped and turned around. “On the wrong thing.”
She smirked. Then she was serious and looking him in the eye. She had that look on her face – the one that he had learned and didn’t like. She was about to tell him something that he didn’t want to hear.
“Here’s the thing. We are not having partially clothed or extra dark room sex. I want to be able to see you, and I want you completely naked.”
This was going to set them back weeks. Nick looked at his feet. She bent so he could see her face, and he refocused his attention back to her. She grabbed his hand and continued.
“I’m not trying to change you. This is your concern, not mine. You remained fully clothed this morning in a completely dark room. So, your issue is either here…” She pointed at his torso. “Or here.” She pointed at his head. “Either way, believe it or not, working on your body also helps your mind.”
Nick nodded. She was right. He’d much rather workout than have someone analyze his mind and thoughts for an hour a day. He just knew he was out of shape; this was going to physically hurt.