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The roses were delivered to her apartment yesterday, and the gesture went down extremely well, much to my relief. After I’d left the florist, I began to overthink it. I worried Gracie would think I was trying too hard, but mostly I was terrified that she would realize Idoreally like her, and that the roses would scare her off if she didn’t feel the same. However, she blew up my phone multiple times yesterday, expressing gratitude. A green light.
“Okay .?.?.” Gracie says. She steals another peek at our friends out of the corner of her eye, then tugs on my hand. “How about I show you how much I appreciate the roses, then?”
Her sultry voice sends that craving for her through the fucking roof. She pulls more firmly on my hand now, leading me across the gym. I’d be an idiot not to follow, so I do, albeit in a daze.
“Where are you two going?” Brooks calls.
“Important business,” I say. “You guys keep each other company and we’ll be back in a sec.”
I don’t look back at them long enough to see their expressions change. All I care about is Gracie and where the hell she’s taking me. We weave around machines and equipment, all the way to the other side of the gym and through the door to the unisex locker rooms. Still holding my hand, she yanks me with her as she pokes her head down the row of lockers to the left, then the right. There’s no one else in here right now.
Gracie steps in front of me, pushes me hard against a set of lockers with a thud, and passionately presses her lips to mine. I’m so into it, I only need a nanosecond to process my surprise before I immediately kiss her back just as fiercely. There’s no easing precariously into things, because there’s no doubting how desperately we want each other. I tilt her chin up, kissing her deeply, slowly, teasingly.
“You really like the roses, huh?”
“No,” Gracie breathes. “I really like you.”
Her declaration only adds fuel to the fire. I take her face in my hands and crash my mouth against hers. She’s a lot stronger than I give her credit for, because despite being so tiny, she has her entire body weight pressed against me, pinning me to these lockers. She begins pulling at the waistband of my shorts and I tear my lips from hers, still cupping her face in both hands. Our gazes lock.
“Here?” I ask, glancing left and right.
Gracie smirks, grabbing the hem of my tank top. “Are you scared we’ll get caught?”
“No, it’s just .?.?. I didn’t think you’d be the type .?.?.”
“Oh my God.” Gracie throws her head back and releases the most gorgeous laugh that bounces all the way down the row of lockers. “You totally think I’m vanilla, don’t you?”
I stare at her, deadpan. “Your name is Gracie. You aspire to be an elementary teacher. Yeah. I do think you’re vanilla.”
“Oh, Weston,” Gracie says, thoroughly amused as the seductive glint in her eye only intensifies. “I was with Luca forsevenyears. I’ve tried a thing or two.”
“Don’t say his name,” I growl, grabbing her waist and pushing her backward into a changing cubicle, locking the door. Fervently, I kiss my way up her neck until my mouth reaches her ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget he ever existed.”
Gracie shudders with anticipation. It’s my turn to take control now, and I press my chest to hers and hold her against the wall of the cubicle as I slide my hand inside those tiny little shorts of hers. She knots her fingers through my hair, her breathing broken with gasps. She bites down hard on her lip, fighting back her moans of pleasure, but they still fill the cubicle. She’s so wet, she soaks her shorts. I help her out of them before freeing myself from own, and then I flip her around. She braces herself with her hands against the wall, bent over with her back perfectly arched. The view alone is enough to make me groan. I grab her hips and slowly guide myself inside of her.
She gasps, and I clasp a hand over her mouth.
“Can you keep quiet for me, Gracie?”
Gracie nods. I wrap my other hand around her ponytail as I thrust steadily, biting my own tongue. I love fucking her so much, but it’s dangerousjusthow good she feels. It’s impossible to last for long. I fuck her harder, quickening my pace and building up power, her body jerking forward with each thrust. She sinks her teeth into my hand to stifle her whimpering, but the sting of her bite is euphoric, and I throw my head back, eyes rolling in pleasure. I’m going to come soon.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I whisper, breathless.
I pull out just as I’m nearing the edge and turn Gracie back around to face me. She kisses me like sheneedsto kiss me to survive, and I slide my hands beneath her ass and lift her from the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hands on my shoulders and her ecstatic gaze locked on mine as I guide her down onto me. It’s so intimate, facing each other like this.
“Are we still just friends?” Gracie whispers, tenderly pushing my hair back.
“No,” I say with finality.
I don’t know how I find the strength in my arms, but with my hands still on her ass, I bounce her body up and down and she flows with the rhythm. She grinds and rolls against me, and even when we hear the door of the locker room swing open, neither of us stop. We double down on our focus. I fight with everything in me not to let a single sound slip past my mouth, and Gracie digs her nails into my shoulders. It doesn’t help contain our chaotic breathing, but I don’t care at this point. I’m about to blow.
I lock my arms around Gracie’s waist and slow her to a stop. My legs start twitching as an explosive warmth spreads through my body, and I bury my face into that little crook of her neck that I love so much, overcome by the pleasure of my release. I can barely support either of us anymore, so I can’t help but stumble back into the wall with her.
There are voices in the locker room now, but it’s only some guys having a casual conversation about an upcoming concert. No one has suspected a thing, and Gracie and I grin back at one another with exhilaration. That wasn’t quite the workout I’d planned for when I rocked up at the gym today, but it’s one way to work up a sweat.
“You go out first,” Gracie whispers, and I pass her her shorts from the floor. “I’ll clean up and meet you back out on the floor in a second.”
I kiss her on the temple as I adjust my own shorts, then unlock the cubicle door and step out into the locker room. I give an obligatory nod of acknowledgement to the guys we overheard chatting and head back onto the gym floor, shaking my hands through my hair in a half-assed attempt to tame it.
