“I always get up at this time.”I scoffed.“And you saidIdidn’t have the stamina to keep up.”
His features twisted into mock outrage.“I have stamina.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it. Join me for a workout.”
He rubbed his eyes, his voice still thick with sleep.“I haven’t got any gym clothes.”
I slid out of bed and marched over to my wardrobe.“You’re about the same size as me, I’ll lend you some, and you had your sneakers on last night.”I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes when it looked like he was trying to go back to sleep.“But it’sfine. You probably don’t want to see me benchpress more than you can. It’ll only bruise your ego.”
He bolted upright, suddenly wide awake.“Thatsounds like a challenge.”
I shrugged.“If you think you’re up for it, Bug.”
“Oh, it’s on, old man.”
He flew out of bed, my eyes instantly dropping to his defined torso before traveling down and snagging on his morning erection. He grinned his cocky smile as he grabbed the outfit I’d pulled out for him, winking as he headed into the bathroom.
Motherfucker.
Less than ten minutes later—and unable to remove the image of Tristan’s cock from my head—we were both changed into our workout gear, and he followed me through the house to my home gym.
“Holy shit,”he said, his eyes growing wide as I opened the door and led him inside.“This is pretty damn impressive.”
A bolt of pride coursed through me. Fitness was important to me, and when I’d bought the house, I’d decided to deck this room out with the best sports equipment money could buy. It had everything: cardio machines, resistance weights, punchbags, the lot.
Aside from my car, this room was my pride and joy.
Tristan’s gaze darted everywhere.“I’m glad Bella never found this place.”
“Me too,”I huffed at the mention of her name.
Since learningthatBella was the one responsible for damaging my house, I had a steady flow of anger coursing through my veins, made worse by knowing Tristan had taken the blame for her.
Yet, I couldn’t help but admire himthatlittle bit more. He was willing to face prison for the sake of his friend. I doubted anyone in my life—past or present—would have done the same for me.
“Can I use the treadmill to warm up?”Tristan asked, oblivious to where my thoughts had gone.
“Sure.”I crossed to the spin bike I usually started my day on, adding,“Use whatever you want.”
He clapped me on the back as he headed over to the machine.“You got any music?”
“No.”
His head whipped in my direction as I sat on the bike seat and set up my regular warm-up program.“You’re telling me you’ve got all this state-of-the-art equipment, but you don’t have a banging sound system?”
I rolled my eyes.“No, I don’t have abangingsound system,”I replied, sarcasm lacing my tone.“I don’t like noise.”
Tristan tutted, grinning, but shaking his head.“I’ll have to remember to keep quiet next time you’re fucking my assthen.”
My jaw dropped as he winked at me, turning back to set up his own machine. I swallowed. Why the fuck did he have to go and putthatimage in my head? I was already having enough trouble not thinking about how much I wanted to fall to my knees when he got out of bed and let him fuck my throat.
He started padding on the treadmill, his long legs taking large strides to keep up with the pace he’d set. I kept my focus onmy speedometer, or at least, I tried. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but Tristan.
As the intensity of my warm-up increased, I peddled furiously in hopes the exercise would extinguish the fire spreading through my body, but when Tristan upped his pace to a fast jog, all hope of concentration went out of the fucking window as my gaze snagged on his muscular thighs.
Blood rushed to my cock, making it near impossible to cycle, and I clenched my jaw as I surreptitiously glanced up at Tristan. After several minutes, I gave up, acceptingthatmy workout was ruined. Slamming my hand down on the stop button, I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat off my forehead before muttering a curse and getting off the machine.
Noticing something was wrong, Tristan stopped the treadmill, jumping off before the belt stopped moving to come and stand in front of me.
