Rachel blushed. “Well, actually...”
Lea smacked her shoulder. “Actually what? Spill!”
“It’s no big deal! We just...we’ve started doing this swinging thing.”
Lea choked on the sip of water in her mouth. “What? You two are swingers now?”
Rachel shimmied her hips and smiled. “It just so happens women like us are like fine wine. Our bottles are curvy and we get sweeter with age. We get calls all the time for people who want to see me naked. It’s so exciting. At first Scott wasn’t sure about the whole thing, but then the women wanted to see him too. He opened up to the idea and here we are. So...we’ve only had two dates, but it’s been so fun, Lea.”
Lea pulled her friend in for a hug. “Whatever floats your sexy boat, sis. Have fun. Does Stacey know?”
Rachel blanched. “Hell no! You can’t tell her. I don’t think she’d understand.”
Lea grabbed her friend’s hand and led her to the free weights room. “You never know. I didn’t think you and Scott would be so wild. Maybe they have a sex swing hidden under their bed.”
“Holy hell could you imag—” Rachel’s voice cut off.
“I know, maybe some lube in the bedside drawer? What? What’s wrong?” Lea traced Rachel’s gaze. “Oh no.”
Colin’s sweat-soaked body glistened under the fluorescent lights. The thick sinew straining in his thighs rippled as he knelt under the metal lifting cage. Hernandez stood close by, tossing encouraging words while Colin stood up with the heavy bar balanced behind his neck. When he spotted them standing by the doorway, he racked the bar and waved.
Rachel tugged Lea’s hand until they were next to the bikes closest to the wall of disc weights. “He’s so damn gorgeous,” she said. “He’s a walking wet dream. I wish he’d take off those shorts and show us his other muscle.”
Lea slapped her arm. “Stop it.”
“Do you think he has a big one? I bet he does. Jesus take the wheel, he’s sex on a stick.” Unable to stop staring, Rachel lifted one leg over the bike, missing her step and almost landing on her ass. The falter never deterred her as she kept her focus on Colin. Once planted on the seat, she began slowly pedaling. “I’ll bet he jacks off twice a day. Wait, you live with the guy. Does he? Come on don’t hold out on me.”
Lea wanted to crawl under the padded floor mats and die. The image of Colin on top of her, licking her juices from his fingers, made her shiver. It’d been two nights ago and she still couldn’t stand in the shower without touching the sensitive flesh between her legs.
She saddled up on the bike seat and pressed the numbers to track her progress. “How would I know? I’m not following him around the house.”
“Seriously,” Rachel said, looking out the corner of her eye where Colin stood wiping a towel over his face. “Why doesn’t he take that tank top off? It’s a crying shame to cover up all that man candy.”
Lea snorted. “You’re crazy. Come on.” She tried to refocus her friend. “Let’s try to ride for a solid thirty minutes today. Let’s get sweaty this time.” Rachel turned her attention back to the handlebars. When she snagged a chocolate protein bar from inside her bra, Lea burst out laughing.
“Hey,” Colin said as he draped the small towel over his shoulder. “I thought you guys did yoga today.”
Rachel bit the corner off the protein bar and kept pedaling. “Zumba,” she corrected while chewing. “We don’t just dance; we shake it to a Latin beat. Lea is awesome with her hips.”
Colin slid the towel over the back of his neck, drawing Lea’s attention to the way his thick forearms rippled with the movement. “I bet she is,” he said with a smirk.
Lea felt her cheeks go from warm to blistering. Each time her tennis shoe turned the pedal, a pulse of vibration shot deep inside her pussy. She needed to squirm, to do something to relieve the maddening ache. Her hands itched to feel the length she knew rested underneath his loose shorts. She’d felt every inch of the hard shaft, knew the cap was wide and smooth.
Lea studied the bike’s electronic screen and kept pedaling. She knew damn well she wouldn’t burn the calories needed to take off the extra weight, but in truth she didn’t mind. Her time in the gym had become more about getting out of the house and having fun with her friends.
“You girls got started without me!” Stacey’s voice traveled from the doorway. She walked up and tossed her towel onto the bike next to Rachel. “Seriously, Rach, do you have to eat while we exercise? Hey, Bub, you don’t have to work today?” She patted her son on the shoulder before hopping up on the bike.