“Who’s James?” I ask, but I’m only met with soft snores.
I’m willing to bet James is the asshole ex who didn’t treat her right. And I’m going to find out just how badly she was treated, even if it risks letting Aubrey know how I feel about her best friend.
Because I’m fucking gone for this girl.
Wyatt:Gotta work soon. Want to run and then come over for breakfast?
Me:Do you even need to ask if I’m up for food?
Wyatt:Didn’t think so, but I’m crunched for time so can you go now? I got caught up earlier and lost track of time.
Me:Meet you in 3 minutes.
Running with Wyatt has quickly become a new favorite hobby. Actually, spending time with Wyatt in any way has quickly become my new favorite hobby. Maybe if I could find a boyfriendI enjoyed spending this much time with, I wouldn’t be solely in it for orgasms. It doesn’t hurt that the orgasms that usually accompany our running are also better than any I’ve ever had.
Wyatt usually works days, but he picked up some detail shifts for overnight roadwork, and I can’t lie, it’s a little unnerving knowing he isn’t just down the driveway, but more like half an hour away. I had to order a sound machine because I was freaking myself out with every little noise.
Even though he’s been working himself to the bone this last week, he’s still managed to call me for a run most days. Sometimes just food if he’s tired.
Locking my door behind me, I jog down the road to meet him at the end of his driveway where the dirt road starts.
“Hey, Goddess.” He reaches out, pulling me in, and kissing me.
“What was that for?” I ask when he releases me.
“Just needed a taste of you before we start. I didn’t get to see you yesterday.”
“Aww. Are you counting down the minutes until you get to see me, Officer Keaton?” I wrap my arms around his bicep, giving him shit but secretly reveling in the fact he seemed to miss me and wishing it was because he wanted more than an orgasm for the first time.
“I’d be thrilled to come home to find you naked in my bed. So yes, I’m counting down the minutes every time I come home and don’t see you.”
I pout at his answer. I know I set the parameters for what we’re doing, but damn if it doesn’t sting a little when he sticks to them.
Liking him for more than his dick wasn’t something I anticipated.
“Well. Leave that door unlocked, and maybe one night you’ll get your wish.” I wink.
“Never. But there is a hide-a-key in the second hydrangea on the left side of the grill. Hidden under the leaves near the base of the plant in a rock.” He pinches my ass as we start off with a slow jog.
“Hmm. I love the options there, Officer Keaton. Watch out. I might just use that when… the feeling… hits in the middle of the night.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Goddess. I’ll take you whenever I can get you.” Winking over his shoulder, he takes off at a full speed to start our three-mile loop.
He thinks I start off slow to keep my pace even, keeping up the training for the marathon I’ll never get to run. But really, it’s so I can watch his ass as he runs and the muscles in his back rippling while the sweat trickles down his bare skin.
Yeah, this beats any training I did in Montana.
“Let’s go, Goddess. You’re slacking today,” he yells out, and I notice I’m much further behind him than usual.
That won’t do.
Picking up my pace until I pass him, I turn around to goad him. “I was just giving you time to think you were winning.”
“No you weren’t. You were staring at my body. It’s the same reason I let you get ahead of me every so often.” He chuckles, and my eyes go wide. “Yeah, don’t think you’re that slick.”
“Whatever. Sue me for appreciating a good body.” I turn and run ahead of him a little further, knowing my new speed will force him to run faster and harder than he likes if he wants to catch up.
After his little comment, I keep a faster than usual pace, pushing myself harder than I typically do, and by the third and final lap, he’s far enough behind me that I’ll make it into his house before he even gets to the edge of the yard.
