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As I make my way to the gym, I pull my hair up into a messy bun so that it's out of my face and doesn’t get all sweaty, while I’m working out. My eyebrows rise as I enter the gym and see that I’m not the only one who is unable to sleep.
“Couldn’t sleep, Angel?” Jensen asks from his gentle jog on the treadmill.
“No, I don’t think napping on the way home was a good idea,” I admit as I set myself up on the treadmill next to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just had a bit too much energy and thought I’d burn it off,” Jensen explains, having a similar thought process as I’ve just had.
We fall silent as we start our workouts, or I start, and he continues. The silence between us isn’t awkward or anything like that; it’s just comfortable and gives us each the space that we need.
I must admit that I do keep a little bit of an eye on him to make sure that he’s not pushing himself too far, even though I know that he knows his limits. I decide just to stick to running, there’s something kind of soothing about the rhythmic pounding of my feet. I gradually increase the incline as well as the speed, but I don’t want to push it too far and wear myself out too soon. Strangely enough, I’m enjoying running. I usually try to get this part of my workout finished as quickly as possible, but right now I find myself really enjoying it. I finally decide to start to slow down and then step off the treadmill and grab my towel, wiping the sweat off my face.
My face is still buried in my towel when I feel Jensen press up against my back, his arm with his injured hand wrapping around my waist as his other hand moves to grip my neck firmly and his lips start to brush up the side of my neck. I drop the towel to the floor as I tilt my head to the side so that he has better access. Spinning me around his lips land on mine as he carefully leads me backward toward the ring where we spar, my legs hit the side and we break apart as I put my hand on his chest and then turn him so that he’s sitting on the raised mats, his doctor may have cleared him to start gentle exercise but I’m going to be on top for a while.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had him, and there’s no romantic undressing of each other. We just strip as quickly as possible, and then I practically dive on him. I have to remind myself at the last moment that I need to be gentle with him and that he is still healing.
He apparently doesn’t have any of those reservations as he grabs me and pulls me toward him; I barely have time to get my knees up on either side of his hips and, in a seriously impressive move, has me situated on his dick, causing me to cry out in pleasure. His eyes blaze with heat as I start to move, and his lips slam against mine. We have to be gentler than we would normally, but we’re by no means gentle. He bites my lip hard as my nails dig into his back, causing him to hiss and groan in pleasure. Because of the way that I’m sitting with every rock of my hips, my clit is grinding against him in the most perfect way and sending zaps of pleasure throughout my whole body.
Jensen pulls his lips away from mine and leans back, placing his hands on the mats behind him and staring at me with desire blazing in his eyes as I continue to ride him, his eyes trailing over my naked body as I throw my head back, my speed increasing as his look sends me even closer to flying off the edge and into oblivion.
I can't hold in my moan as I feel his fingers pluck and roll my nipple between them, pinching them firmly enough that he’s riding that knife edge of pleasure-pain. I move my hands from his legs and sit up, still rocking my hips and as he continues to play with my nipples, alternating between the two to give them both equal attention, I move one of my hands, down my body and find my clit, my fingers circling it.
Jensen pinches my nipple, and my eyes stay glued to him as he meets me thrust for thrust, and my fingers circle my clit faster; my orgasm builds until I fly off the edge, my hands moving to land on Jensen’s chest as my nails dig in. He sits back up, his arm wrapping around me, holding me up slightly as his lips devour mine and his thrusts speed up, the walls of my pussy clenching around him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. Holding me tightly to him, I grind down, meeting his hips with my own and then moaning in pleasure as he bites down on my neck before huskily growling my name as he tips over the edge and into his own release.
I desperately want to collapse down onto him, but even in my post-sex haze, I know that I could risk hurting him if I put all of my weight on him. I don’t want to risk that, so I move off him, and he tilts his head to kiss me softly.
“Come on, Angel, let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll make you hot chocolate. I can’t promise it will be as good as Rafe’s, but it’ll still be good,” Jensen offers with a smile as he stands up and offers a hand to help me up.
We decide to share the shower that’s attached to the gym rather than go upstairs and risk waking up any of the others, considering it’s still really early and no one is awake yet. After we’ve showered and changed into some spare sweats that I had no idea were down here, we head to the main part of the house, unsurprised to find it empty and quiet.
“Why don’t you get comfy on the couch with some blankets and choose something to watch, and I’ll get us some snacks and hot chocolate,” Jensen suggests, kissing me on the side of my head and gently nudging me toward the couch.
“That sounds absolutely perfect,” I admit as I do as he asks, and end up making the comfiest looking couch nest ever.
I have to admit that by the time Jensen comes back, my eyes are closed, and I’m very nearly asleep. I just manage to open them back up enough to accept my hot chocolate and take a sip.
“It’s good,” I praise as Jensen settles under the blankets next to me and then lifts his arm so that I can get comfortable on his chest.
“You’re just saying that,” Jensen jokes as he presses play on the TV show that we both like to watch.
“No, seriously, it is,” I grin, and then ask, “what snacks did you get?”
He smirks mischievously as he pulls out a Tupperware tub, “I raided Rafe’s cookie stash.”
“Oh, good call,” I reply excitedly, making grabby hands at the cookies.
Chapter Twenty-Three
We fell asleep. It was inevitable and somehow neither of us ended up spilling hot chocolate, although I think the only reason why I didn’t is because Jensen must’ve saved mine from spilling. It was just what I needed: some quality time with Jensen, doing something chilled out without worrying about the millions of other things that we need to be doing.
I think that’s definitely something that I’ve got to learn. I need to get better at taking proper breaks, proper time off, and proper time to relax. Otherwise, I’m going to end up burning out, and I’ll be absolutely useless to everyone.
Unfortunately, that moment of peace and rejuvenation didn’t last very long as, over the next few days, we hit even more dead ends where the Rylie case was concerned, and I started to lose hope that we were ever going to find her. I haven’t felt this helpless for a long time, and I have to admit that I’m not a fan of the feeling, not at all.
“Alright, put some boots on and come with us,” Lyric announces, suddenly appearing in our front room with a grinning Jynx and a bouncing Ace and Ezra behind her.
“What? Why? Where are we going?” I ask in rapid succession, getting up anyway because, of course, I’m going with them regardless of the reason. I’m just curious about where that is and how many weapons I should bring.
“Can I come?” Jensen asks, already up and walking over to the excited duo standing behind Lyric.
