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“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” he said hastily.
I blinked, then snorted. “Um, maybe so. But, from what I understand, you’re the owner here. I think you’re morally obligated to go help her.”
He reluctantly pulled himself away from me and dropped my foot off of his shoulder.
It hit the mat with a loud thud because I was unable to control my limbs as of yet.
Eyes hard, he stood and whistled.
Raleigh, who’d been standing about six feet away, turned to look at him.
“Over here, woman. Come help her stretch out her quads, and then let her do the same for you,” he ordered.
Then he was gone, leaving both Raleigh and me staring after him.
Seconds after he made it to Nivea’s side, I turned away, finding Raleigh staring at me with a sense of awe.
“Did y’all just have sex?” she gasped.
I blinked. “No, I don’t think so.”
She started to giggle.
“But seriously though…what the fuck was that?” she asked. “And, FYI, I’m not doing it as sexual-like as I just saw Flint do it,” Raleigh coughed.
God, I hoped not. I wouldn’t want anything to taint that memory!
I laughed nervously. “Oh my God. What the fuck was that?”
She shook her head, eyes wide. “I literally just asked you that. Are you listening to me at all? And…I have no idea, but I swear to God. If Ezra ever did that to me, I might very well spontaneously burst into orgasm. Jesus Christ, I took a picture. Do you want to see?”
My brain was scrambled, and I couldn’t put a coherent thought together at that moment in time.
I shook my head, then nodded it emphatically. “Send it to me in a text. I’m going to have to look at it later. He’s watching us.”
Raleigh’s eyes were shimmering with mirth, then she sent the text.
My phone vibrated, and I looked longingly at it for a few long seconds before deciding that I needed to stretch out my other leg before we got started.
“I think I can handle this stretch on my own,” I admitted.
And I did, all the while wondering if I’d just opened a can of worms.
Flint hated me. I was scared to death of his dog. And let’s not forget that he was a police officer that likely wouldn’t like the fact that I was a little crazier than I should be—but hell, you only lived once. So, I did a few ‘illegal in the eyes of the law’ things. Morally, they were good deeds.
Not that he’d ever figure out my extracurricular activities.
“No.” Raleigh walked toward me. “I’ll help, then you can do me. But make sure your vagina stays far away from mine.”
I rolled my eyes and fell back on my back, lifting my leg as I did.
Raleigh put her foot down on my knee and pushed my leg forward.
Seconds later, the smallest of toots slipped out, and I blushed red from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
Raleigh’s eyes connected with mine, and then she was collapsed on the mat next to me, shaking with laughter.
I opened my mouth to explain away what had just happened, but nothing came out.
I couldn’t do it.
“Do you realize how embarrassing that would’ve been if I’d done that while his crotch was practically touching my vagina?” I gasped, tears leaking out of my eyes.
Raleigh rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face into her hands. “Oh my God. We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives. I’m going to tell your daughters that you farted on me seconds after nearly fucking their father on a mat in the middle of a crowded gym.”
“Hey!” I smacked her shoulder. “Stop giving me babies. That’s kind of like wayyyyy ahead of schedule. I haven’t even admitted that I kind of sort of like him yet.”
“Jesus Christ, Raleigh. Get control of yourself. You’re embarrassing me,” Croft snarled quietly from beside us.
My eyes opened, and I was staring at the man that used to strike my fancy with an amused expression written all over my face.
Only, now that I was staring at him, I realized a few things.
One, he no longer did it for me. Not even a little bit. That long, lean, muscular body with his blond hair and blue eyes just wasn’t what I would call my ‘ideal’ man any longer.
Funny, but the hard, brash gym owner that happened to be a cop at my school, and admittedly scared me, was beginning to be ‘it.’
Two, the man across the room that was still watching me despite his girlfriend’s—ex-girlfriend’s crying—was making me hotter than the man standing at my side ever did.
The timer above our heads dinged, and I broke my gaze from Flint’s.
Flint stood, and Croft offered me his hand.
I ignored it and rolled over the top of Raleigh until I was on the opposite side of the mat from Croft.
