Chase
“Come on, man. This place is huge. I'll never find it. Just get up and show me, and then you can come right back and go back to bed,” I begged Blake.
He had told me there was a home gym here. I had to use it. I couldn't afford to get soft a month before practice started. This was my year. If I was going to get picked up by the majors, I had to get my shit together. Admittedly, that was the dream I told everyone, but deep down, I wanted to get a good job, use that business degree I would have earned after four years and have a real grown-up life. I wanted the career, family, and maybe even a white picket fence.
“Fine,” he groaned. “I'm going to draw you a map.”
“Leave me a trail of breadcrumbs.”
He rolled out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and headed for the door.
“Dude, your mom, I mean stepmom, is in the house. Put some clothes on,” I grumbled, suddenly feeling a little weird about Leah seeing him practically naked.
“Like she cares,” he groused before grabbing a pair of shorts and stepping into them. “Let's go.”
I followed him down the hall, down the huge staircase, and in the opposite direction of the kitchen. As we walked, I could see a huge pool outside through the wall of windows along the back of the house. Beyond the pool, there was a tennis court.
“Damn, man, did you seriously live here?” I asked in amazement.
He had never let on. I couldn't believe he shared a room with some dude. How in the hell did he manage to go from this to where we lived now?
“What's that?” I asked when we passed a door with a gold popcorn plaque on it.
“Theater.”
“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked in amazement.
He shrugged.
“Dude, I want a full tour when I'm done and you get your ass out of bed,” I told him, imagining all the other luxuries the mansion must hold. “Really, how many bedrooms are in this place?”
“Twelve.”
“Damn! Bathrooms?”
“Fourteen.”
“Holy shit. How? I don't understand how do you do it. How do you share two bathrooms with eight of us in the house after having this many?”
“I just do.”
Okay. Clearly, he wasn't in the mood to talk about his family's mansion.
“Here,” he said, pushing open a door.
I had to laugh. Of course. Of course, their home gym resembled a Planet Fitness. I should have expected as much.
“Thanks.”
“The sound system is controlled on that wall pad,” he said before leaving.
I looked at the wall, saw the pad thing, and decided it was best if I didn't touch it. I had my iPod and earbuds. I didn't need to mess with fancy technology that probably cost more than I would earn in this lifetime.
I walked to a treadmill and nearly screamed like a little girl. Leah was running on one of the four treadmills lined up against the wall. She had headphones on. When she saw me, she smiled and waved.
I put up a hand, feeling like an idiot. It was all I could do. She was wearing a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra. Every inch of her body was on display in the snug outfit. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she ran. A very beautiful, luscious set of breasts, I might add. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, revealing a long, slender neck. I wanted to bury my face in it. There was a very sexy sheen of sweat over her chest that made me think of sex.
There was no way I could concentrate on a treadmill. I would fall face-first. I decided to change up my plans and start with some weight lifting and strengthening exercises. The cardio could wait. Unfortunately, the weights were directly across from the treadmills. I would be looking at her. Actually, now that I looked around, almost anywhere I stood in the gym, I would see her. There were large mirrors on almost all the walls.
Doing my best to put her out of my mind, I got started on my own workout. The urge to flex and lift more than I normally would was very strong. I wanted to show this woman I was all man. It was strange, but I really wanted to impress her. She was my best friend's stepmother, but she didn't look like any mother I had ever seen. If I had seen Leah at the club, I would be all over her. I liked my women a little more mature. The girls at school tried my patience with their ridiculous drama.
I blocked out images of me banging my friend's stepmom and focused on my workout. It was something I was very good at. Blocking out all the nonsense and focusing on the task at hand allowed me to have supreme focus and concentration, which was something my baseball coach told me he admired. I was a pitcher, and sometimes, the audience and even the other players could mess up your concentration—if you let them.
My workout was in full swing, and I was feeling good when my concentration evaporated. Leah was standing directly in front of me, holding out a bottle of water.
I pulled out my earbuds. “What's up?” I asked, out of breath.
“I thought you could use some water. You are working up quite a sweat. I wasn't sure if you knew where it was,” she said, her voice husky.
I nodded and took the water. “Thank you.”
“There is a fridge over there,” she said, pointing to the corner where I saw what she was talking about. It had one of those clear doors that allowed you to see inside. “There's juice, water, sports drinks, and smoothies. Help yourself. You need to keep that body fueled,” her voice dropped, as did her eyes.
I had stripped off the tank top I had been wearing a while ago. The gym was cooled, but the workout was making me sweat. I suddenly felt a little self-conscious standing there with no shirt on. She was looking at me in a way that made my dick grow hard.
“Thank you. I mean thanks for letting me stay here, and thanks for everything. I really appreciate it,” I quickly said, hoping she would leave before she noticed what was happening down south.
She smiled. “Anytime. Anything you need,” she added, and I suddenly got the feeling she wasn't talking about juice boxes.
“Okay,” I said, feeling a little awkward.
“Make sure you, uh, wipe everything down when you're done,” she said, her eyes running over my chest before meeting mine.
I stared into her green eyes, trying to figure her out. Was she flirting? Did she notice my erection? I had to stop myself from looking down to see if it was obvious.
“I will,” I mumbled, my mouth going dry at the thought of this woman actually flirting with me. The way she kept looking at my chest made me think she was. It was only making my erection grow more. I shifted, trying to adjust myself.
I opened the bottle of water and began to gulp it down. She stood there watching me. I stopped drinking and stared back at her. I could feel an electricity humming between us. Maybe it was because we were both half naked and sweating. I didn't know for sure, but there was no denying how badly I wanted the woman.
When she turned and walked away, my eyes focused on her perfect, tight ass. It was an ass that would fit perfectly up against me. I could see myself bending the woman over and pounding into her, my hands gripping that round, tight ass.
The door shut behind her, and I was left alone in the gym with my thoughts and my erection. I had been attracted to women before, but this woman was different. It was instant chemistry between us, and she wasn't trying to deny it.
Focus on your workout, Chase.
I blocked the blond woman with the perfect ass from my mind, put my earbuds back in, and headed to the treadmill to get a cardio workout in. I would run her right out of my head. Running gave me clarity, and hopefully, it would give me the good sense to stay far away from my best friend's mom. Stepmom.