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I kicked off my sweaty-as-fuck sneakers right beside my bed, which was tucked into the opposite side of the room from the door. After living in the suburbs my whole existence, getting used to the lack of space would take some time. This was my first stop back at the apartment since I left to sign up at Knockout Gym this morning—too busy running errands, getting my whole life set up for my new corner of the world.
I didn’t mind. It had given me time to process what the fuck had happened at Knockout.
Sam goddamn Taylor.
Looking impossibly hotter as well. Her bossy trainer voice had made me weak in the knees, and ever since the brief session we’d had this morning, the ache between my thighs hadn’t abated.
I flopped onto my unmade bed, not giving a fuck I imprinted more sweat on the sheets. I’d prefer a different sort of sweaty action right now, but seeing as I was single, that wasn’t happening soon.
Unless Sam wanted to come home with me some night.
My entire body heated at the thought. Fuuuuck. She’d been all long, lean limbs and corded muscle, just like I remembered. But the years had hardened her gaze, sharpened her jawline, and her quiet competence was such a vicious turn-on I couldn’t stand it. Was I brimming with questions about why she’d vanished? Fuck yes. However, the overwhelming feeling cascading through me was relief—that she was okay, that she seemed to be thriving, that she was still here on this plane of existence.
Though I could do with a bit more relief.
I slipped my hands past the waistband of my pants, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, all stark shadows and yellowed lighting. I glided my hand beneath my panties and rested my fingertips on top of my clit, which was pretty much pulsing. Ngh, god. I was out of my mind horny.
In my teenage years, I’d imagined this—bumping into Sam again, her finally seeing me and pushing me against the nearest wall to tear my clothes off—preferably with her teeth. Then she’d pin me in place, slide her fingers inside my soaked pussy, and fuck me until I came. Her husky voice would rasp in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was while I rode her fingers.
A gush of liquid dripped from my pussy, and my lashes fluttered. I smeared my fingers with the slickness and began to lazily rub at my clit. It was hypertuned, on fucking edge after the run-in today, and that was after masturbating from boredom rather than lust for far too long. Allie hadn’t been interested near the end of our relationship, and no wonder.
No. No thoughts of shitty exes.
I stroked up and down my clit, writhing a bit at the sinful sensations fluttering through me. My mind wandered back to Sam’s intense eyes, dark as sin and commanding. Of course she ended up a trainer. She was the exact type to boss someone around, and hell, I wanted that in a real way.
I could imagine her here, the salt of her sweat, the hint of hibiscus from her shampoo I’d caught this morning. Her firm, callused hands spreading my thighs open. I increased the pace, closing my eyes as I sank into the feel of the sheets curled around me, the heat emanating from my body, and my sopping wet pussy at mere thoughts of Sam.
The bruising kisses, the tight grip, the way she’d wreck me. Those fantasies swirled around, heightening my desire. I’d been on edge the entire day, my skin tight, my pussy aching with need. I strummed at my clit harder, faster, imagining it wasn’t my hand there. That she rubbed her palm against it as she dipped her fingers inside me. That she murmured words of encouragement in her low, throaty voice.
My breaths came out faster, and sweat bloomed on my temple again. Heat traveled through my body as I basked in how good she’d feel against me. How I wanted to peel her sports bra over her head and taste her nipples, rub my face against the smooth surface of her tits.
I lost myself to the blissful motions, the sparks increasing with each pass as I quickened my pace. My thighs tensed as the sensations grew so strong a whimper slipped from my lips. With my eyes shut, I imagined Sam bringing me to these heights. If anything, that got me closer.
My breaths were coming out short as my orgasm neared, threatening to drag me over the edge. My core grew impossibly tight, to the point my legs trembled—until I tumbled.
I came with my back arching, a low cry escaping me, and my fingers pressed hard against my clit.
My release radiated through me, waves of pleasure that ensnared my senses. My whole body was awash in the bliss traveling from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. I slumped in the middle of my messy sheets, and my limbs hummed from the intensity of the orgasm—just at the mere thought of Sam taking control of my body. My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes. If I ever got the chance to sleep with her, I couldn’t even imagine the heights that would send me soaring to.
Which probably wasn’t a good line of thought, considering she was my new trainer.
I needed to be fight ready more than I needed to get laid, but goddamn.
Sam Taylor had been my every fantasy from high school onward. Even when she’d disappeared, I hadn’t forgotten the impact she had had on me.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to try. Not only was I deadly curious as to what had caused her to vanish, but I also wanted to ask her out something fierce. After Allie’s betrayal, I might not be ready to crash onto the rocks again, but I’d also regret not making an attempt.
My hand was still down my pants, fingers pressed on my clit, when my phone began buzzing in my purse. I wiped my hand on the side of my pants and hopped over to grab it.
The name on the screen dragged me straight out of the hazy edges of my orgasm.
Nina.
I swallowed hard but swiped to answer.
“Hey.” I settled on the side of my bed.
My mind whirled. Should I tell her about Sam? We shared everything— from talking about heartbreaks to what the shape of our shit was that day. I couldn’t hide the fact that her goddamn sister was my new trainer.
