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"It's going to work out," Brock added before leaving me alone.
Just like that, I was forgiven. I wasn't going to argue when I knew I was acting like a mess today. What I needed was sleep but I was still full of pent-up energy. Opting for a shower instead, I grabbed a change of clothes and headed into my attached bathroom.
Warm water cascaded over me and I bent my head down. It had been too long since I'd fucked anyone and I knew it wasn't helping.
Yet as I wrapped my hands around my cock, pumping myself slowly, all I could think of were soft curves, full breasts, and pink hair, her lips wrapped around me as she kneeled in front of me. She was exactly my type and that made it all harder.
I hated how much I wanted her.
She'd ruin me if I let her.
The trouble was, I didn't know if I could hold back.
My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined Macy running her tongue over my shaft, flicking the frenum piercing just under the dip on the underside of my cock. Pleasure shot through me at the visual and I braced one hand on the tiled wall, the other furiously pumping over me. Small jolts of pleasure shot through me every time I hit the piercing, making my entire body shudder.
The scene in my head shifted to me bending her over, fucking her from behind with my hands kneading the soft flesh of her ass.
That was my breaking point, a soft cry escaping me as I painted the shower with my cum. Hopefully, the guys didn't hear that or I'd never hear the end of it.
My orgasm left me shaking, head spinning, but oddly calm.
ChapterSix
Macy
Over the next few days, I worked through the headache that was my dad's paperwork and files. He took pity on me and had someone bring in a filing cabinet and new stacks of files. I hadn't even begun to touch the budgeting side of things, but from the small peeks I'd gotten, the rink was still doing well.
What I needed was to find someone to run the kitchen. There had to be a local business looking to expand or step in. That and a reliable cleaning crew. As much as I enjoyed being busy to keep my mind off things, I was only one woman.
Pulling out my phone, I texted my dad. He had to have someone to recommend to get the word out. My dad was even less tech savvy than I was.
Macy: Have you worked with anyone who can design flyers and advertisements?
Dad: Yeah, Tate. He's got a graphic design background and can do stuff like that. He's the one who helped make the new business cards.
Macy: I wondered when that changed.
Macy: Where can I find him or his number?
Dad: They own a gym, he'll be there.
He sent an address and I groaned.Great, a gym.That was where curvy girls went to cry. It wasn't even the workout but the blatant staring and judgmental looks. Like making fun of someone who was bettering themselves was ever a good idea.
My gut sank at the feeling I knew well and had experienced far too often. No one would believe girls like me could work out. We wouldn't still be curvy, right?
My hormones begged to differ. PCOS made life a bit more difficult and all my doctors wanted to shove at me were birth control pills that made me feel like crap.
Picking up every bit of mental armor I could muster, I put it around myself and grabbed my keys. I wasn't going to chicken out. The rink needed this and if someone did say something, I'd have to just let it roll off my shoulders.
I'd left insecurities behind with the shattered remnants of my home.
EDS Fitnesswas only a fifteen-minute drive with traffic. I parked in the lot and tried to work up the courage to go inside. Knowing I couldn't linger forever might have been the only reason I got out of the car.
When I pushed the door open I was hit with a peppy song, the music just loud enough to drown out the sound of chatter and machines. It was refreshing, nothing was worse than a silent gym.
Elias was behind the counter and he stood at the sound of the bell above the door, freezing when he realized it was me walking through. A hand ran through his blond hair and he blinked at me.
"Macy," he breathed out. For some reason he ducked his head like he was embarrassed.
