He could tell perfectly even through the phone that she was coming for him: right outside on the porch where anyone could wander by and see her, and that made his own orgasm all the hotter knowing that they could be caught. He came for her, too, and when he was done, he felt wholly satisfied.
Luna seemed to have that effect on him.
She seemed to have a lot of effects on him.
Chapter Seven
“So tell me about this gym,” she asked him one day. Luna had been curious about Brody’s in-home gym ever since she’d arrived. She’d noticed him working out in there a few times, but she’d never wanted to bother him. Now they were sitting side-by-side in front of an evening fire. He’d built it after supper and she was more than happy curled up beside him. This was the kind of life she could get used to, but she was trying to keep herself from falling too hard for the lumberjack man.
“What about it?” He asked.
“You’re a lumberjack,” she told him, as though that explained everything.
Brody just laughed.
“And I still have to stay fit,” he said. “I do a lot of heavy lifting at work, and I don’t want to become injured because I lifted something that was too heavy or too big for me.”
She glanced at his muscles. She tried not to, but that was impossible.
“Do you want to see it?”
Her eyes darted to his crotch, and he chuckled.
“Not that, but you know I’m more than willing to show you if you want.”
She blushed. Was she that transparent? Only, she knew that she was. She’d spent more time naked at Brody’s house than she’d spent clothed, and she didn’t really care. It was fine with her that she’d been naked so much. In fact, she loved it. She liked being naked with him and playing with him. They’d had a lot of fun sleeping together and even more fun talking with him.
She’d learned that
he liked things like gardening and reading, and that even though he loved his job, he loved the people he worked with even more. It was hard to find anything wrong with Brody, and part of her wondered how she’d managed to stumble across a guy like this.
Her biggest concern these days was actually being able to focus on finalizing her thesis. The project was at the forefront of her mind, and when Brody was at work, she always seemed to get quite a bit done. When he was around, though…
Well, sex seemed to get in the way.
Always.
“Yeah,” she finally said. “Let me see the gym.”
They went to the workout room, as she thought of it, and he pushed the door open.
“You have so much equipment.”
“It was wildly expensive,” he said. It wasn’t a brag. “It took me about a million years to save up for it all, but it’s been worth it.”
“You spend a lot of time in here.”
“It helps me relax,” he said. “After work, I’m usually pretty physically tired, but I’m always really wound up mentally.”
“So this is how you deal with your stress,” she said.
“What about you?” He asked her. “Do you like to exercise?”
“I’ve never really felt like I was particularly good at it,” she said. “I take pole dancing classes from time to time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she laughed. She wondered if he’d ever put a pole in his gym. It seemed silly, and almost trite, but oh, she’d love to see Brody dancing on a pole. He had great upper body strength. She knew because she’d seen him doing pull-ups before.