Page 106 of Indecent Obsession
“I’ll be back.” I storm into my bedroom and switch my clothes for a t-shirt, athletic shorts, and running shoes. When I walk back out, I feel Sara’s eyes following me, but I need to burn off this energy.
And I’m not using her to do it. Fuck or fight. Or in this case, work out until I’m exhausted.
Peabody barks when I get to the door. My head hangs. The little dude just needs to take a leak. He comes trotting over. Fuck.
“I’ve got him.” Dante stands. Our eyes meet and I see the understanding in his. “Go.”
Sara glances at Dante and then at me. Her soft green eyes are still a little broken. She can’t hide it from me anymore. Not that she ever could.
Yeah, I need to go. I leave the apartment. The elevator takes too long. I hit the stairs. The exercise room is on the second floor, so I jog down to that level. It’s an effective warm-up.
When I step into the gym, a few gazes turn my way. One woman, who I’d been flirting with, smiles at me. I give her a quick nod before hitting the treadmill. I have my headphones in to keep everyone else out.
Tom pisses me off when he pulls this shit. We all get it. He doesn’t think we’re good enough for Sara. He doesn’t want us creeping on his little sister. Fuck him. She’s not little anymore and she’s ours.
Sweat drips down my body as I run faster and faster, pushing myself harder. Needing to feel the burn in my muscles.
All I can think about is how small Sara looked when Wyatt told her his date was Verity. Maybe Tom really did have a mission and wanted to talk to the girl. But why Wyatt? Did he mean to dig the knife into his sister’s heart that way?
I’m focused on keeping pace and almost blind to my reflection in the mirror until I see a hint of red. I take the treadmill down in speed until it’s safe to look. Sara sits on a work-out bench with a towel in her hand.
She put on a black sports bra and some shorts, showing off her tight body. She drinks from her water bottle while she watches me. Her hair is wet around the roots and her skin glistens with sweat.
How long has she been in here? Fuck, how long have I been in here?
I slow to a walk and then step off. Grabbing my towel and water, I hit stop on my music and sit next to her on the bench.
“Want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Not particularly.” Most of the anger is drained away, but there’s this part of me that still needs to do something, anything, to fix Sara’s problem. “You?”
She shakes her head and pats her face with her towel.
“How long have you been down here?” I glance at my phone and see it’s later than I thought.
“I couldn’t stay up there with Wyatt alone. Not right now.” She shrugs. “Seemed like a good idea to burn off some energy.”
I smirk and tap my water bottle against hers. “We could have found better ways to burn off energy, flower.”
She chuckles. It’s not quite that bright, happy laugh of Sara’s that I need in my life, but she’s still hurt. We didn’t know we’d be reopening a wound. It may not have healed given the last few years of Sara’s life.
“You good?” she asks. She puts her towel down and looks me over.
“Better.” My gaze catches on her. I’ve never been able to be in a room and not look at her.
Her hair falls around her face out of the high ponytail she put it in. I brush it back and her green eyes meet mine. That betrayed look is gone now but there’s still pain. But there’s also heat.
The gym still has a few people in it, including that woman who flirts with me. She smiles when she sees me noticing her, but I turn my back on her to offer a hand to Sara.
“Come on.”
When she takes my hand, we walk out of the gym and to the elevator. I must reek. Sara still smells like Sara though. Citrusy and sweet. When the elevator closes and no one else gets on, I close in on her.
“You smell delicious, flower.”
“I smell like sweat.” She puts her hand on my wet shirt as if she could hold me back. Her gaze lowers to her hand. “You’re drenched.”
I pull off the shirt with one hand and drop it before pressing my body against hers. The burn of her bare stomach against my skin lights me up. I lean in close to her neck. Her gasp makes my hard cock twitch as I inhale her sweet, complicated scent.
