Lily
“Ooof,” I grunted to myself as my sneakers hit the treadmill. “Ooof, oof!”
This was pure hell. I had the machine set on low and yet I could barely keep up. Any slower and I’d be walking, but I wanted to go at a run. Or at least some type of jog. Walking was too easy and I didn’t want to give up before I’d even started.
Because this is my first day at Petey’s Place. I’d signed up as soon as the tour was over yesterday.
“So you’re sold, huh?” asked Petey, his eyes gleaming.
I’d nodded.
“Yes, it seems just right to me,” I said. “How does membership work?”
“Well, I give you this,” said Petey, handing me a yellow paper card, “and you sign your name next to the date whenever you come,” he chortled.
“No scanners?” I asked in what I hoped was an innocent manner. “No computers? No electronic documents?”
Petey chortled again.
“Naw, we’re old-fashioned!” he said jovially. “We don’t need fancy electronics at the front desk just like we don’t need fancy machines for work-outs. Sweat, muscle and agility,” he said mysteriously. “Those are the most important.”
“Um, great!” I said with a smile. “Then sign me up!”
And after he’d taken my gift card and added my name to some huge ledger book stowed under the front desk, I’d left, my exercise mat tucked tight under my arm. Because was this really happening? Had I just signed up for membership at a wrestling gym because of the man I’d seen? The huge, gorgeous one named Shaft with the giant appendage wrapped around his waist?
Of course, I was telling myself it was because I could sign my name as often as I wanted in the yellow card without actually having to go to the gym. But there was an ulterior motive, for sure. I wanted to see Shaft again. I wanted to see those muscles bulge. I wanted to see his neck tense, his jaw flex as his balls rose, ready to shoot. I wanted to hold that huge cock between my fists, kissing the tip before guiding it into myself.
What are you thinking? shrieked the voice in my head. Are you nuts? You’re a virgin!
Because that was the sad truth. I’m Lily Forrester, eighteen years old and untouched. Sure, there are lame boys at school who eye me up and down lasciviously, looking at my female shape. It’s disgusting to be honest. Their breaths stink like pepperoni and onions, and they don’t know anything other than what happened on the latest episode of Teen Wolf.
Meanwhile, I’d just met a real wolf. Huge. Gorgeous. Dominant. Shaft made my head spin as my insides grew hot, preparing myself for him. Oh god, even thinking of him now as I slaved away on the treadmill was getting me excited.
Stop it, the voice in my head scolded. You’re just a little girl he met randomly yesterday. He probably has women falling over him all the time.
That was true, I acknowledged. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of him. I wanted to see that huge cock and to hold it in my hands. I wanted to worship it on my knees, to feel it brushing against my plush folds as I moaned sweetly for him. I wanted to hold myself open as he plunged in, making me a woman.
And suddenly, Shaft was here. A big form materialized behind me, and I sensed him rather than saw him at first. A frisson ran through the air, making me shiver, and I almost fell off the treadmill when I realized who was beside me.
“Hi,” I stammered, pushing the stop button on the machine. The belt jerked to a halt so fast that I literally did fall then. Oof! Why don’t they tell you these things? Stop means stop, I get that. But did it have to halt so suddenly that I lost my balance?
But the alpha was there. I tumbled backwards right into those strong arms, my plush form pressed against his male hardness.
“Easy, pretty baby,” he growled with an amused tone to his voice. “Easy.”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t move at first. My breasts were smashed against his chest, my crotch pressed against his thigh.
And as if to tease me, he moved his leg, rubbing intimately against that sweet spot where no one could see.
“You alright?” he growled, voice low as it wafted over my hair. “These things can be pretty sudden if you don’t know how to use them.”
Oh god, that leg moved again subtly, and I parted my thighs slightly, letting it rub against my clit.
“Ohhh,” came my breathless moan. “Oh.”
I could almost feel his smile as those strong arms pulled me closer.
“Oh is right,” he murmured. “You need some help, don’t you sweetheart?”
I moaned again, smashing my breasts even more against his chest as my pussy watered.
“Um yes,” I murmured. “I need some help.”
Suddenly, I came to my senses. What the hell was I thinking? Was I really going for a joyride on this guy’s thigh, humping it like a dog in heat? Was I really that slutty?
So face flushed, I pulled back suddenly, stammering and red.
“Oh hi from yesterday,” I muttered, barely able to look him in the eye. “I’m a klutz. It’s inherited, my mom was a klutz too.”
Those blue eyes gleamed as his muscles bulged.
“No sweat,” he said. “I’ve got big hands because my mom has big hands as well. See?” he said, holding up one massive paw.
I looked up and sure enough, his palm was as big as a plate. But unbidden, the saying suddenly ran through my head. Men who have big hands also have big …
My face grew red and Shaft smiled as if he could read my mind.
“So what are you doing today?” he asked, nodding at the treadmill. “Putting in miles? What else?”
What else? Well, I didn’t really have anything else, to be honest. So I flushed again, hanging my head a bit.
“Well, I was thinking I’d do some running, and then maybe hit the elliptical,” I murmured. “Lots of cardio is good.”
Shaft’s blue eyes gleamed.
“Cardio is good,” he agreed. “But you have to get a balanced work-out in. If you only do cardio, that’s bad. It’s important to include some strength exercises to build up your core,” he said.
“My core?” I parroted, confused. “You mean like my abs?”
The alpha threw his head back and laughed, revealing perfect white teeth.
“Your core as in your torso,” he said with an amused smile. “Everyone these days is so focused on abs that they forget there’s a lot more than the six pack. What I mean is you’ve got to work to build strength in your torso so that it can support you during all other exercises. Otherwise, you’re bound to hurt yourself.”
“Oh,” I said dumbfounded. “I get it.”
Shaft shot me an easy smile.
“Why don’t I show you some easy exercises?” he suggested. “We’ll go slow. I promise.”
And with that, I found myself in the weight room with the handsome man. There were a few people milling about, staring in the mirror with fixed expressions as they lifted barbells. But otherwise, it felt like we were alone.
“So do you come to the gym every day?” I asked shyly as my new personal trainer placed two-pound weights in my fists. “Is this a regular thing?”
He nodded.
“Sure thing. Only way to stay fit,” he grinned, stepping back and straightening my arms as I held them out from my body.
His smile was contagious and I smiled back, tentatively lifting my arms to shoulder height.
“That’s right,” said Shaft. “Keep going,” he said. Slowly, I lowered my arms, Shaft holding my wrists lightly as they descended.
“Slow,” he commanded. “We want it to go real slow on the way down. Believe it or not, the release should be harder than the lift.”
The big man was standing so close to me now that I could hardly breathe.
“Really?” I whispered. “What do you mean?”
He grinned again, totally aware of his effect on me.
“It means that you can lift your arms into the air pretty fast, but when you let go, it’s the controlled release that’s really going to make your muscles work,” he said smoothly. “See? Like this,” he said, slowly guiding my wrists back in place to rest at my side.
I was sizzling now in my secret spot, finding it difficult to concentrate with the man so close. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus, staring at our images in the mirror. God, he was so perfect turned around with those sculpted buttocks and strong, curved back. I wanted to press my mouth to the small of his waist, tasting the smooth, salty flesh there.
“I like your outfit today,” he mentioned quietly, eyes dancing. “Real pretty.”
My cheeks grew red again, face flushing. Because I’d worn another tight gym outfit. Today, there were bike shorts that squeezed my jiggly parts in, and a sports bra that held my breasts together, pushing them and lifting them to their best advantage.
“Oh thanks,” I said breathlessly. “I don’t want to wear loose sweats because they get in the way while I run. You know, chafing and all that.”
His eyebrows raised in an amused manner.
“Chafing, huh?” he asked in a smooth growl. “Can’t say I know about that.”
Because Shaft was dressed once more in a tight wrestler’s outfit with dark blue spandex shorts and a loose t-shirt. I took the opportunity as an opening.
“So does Petey’s Place focus on training wrestlers?” I asked curiously. “I think Petey mentioned something about that yesterday.”
Shaft nodded.
“Sure, all of us like to wrestle,” he said casually.
“All of you?” I asked, puzzled.
“Mmm-hmm,” he confirmed. “All of us. Sometimes we wrestle for kicks, but sometimes we compete too.”
“Like a wrestling team?” I asked, carefully lifting the weights again as he steadied my core.
“Sort of like a team,” he confirmed, not meeting my eyes in the mirror. “It’s a club of sorts. A private wrestling club, to be more precise.”
“Oh cool,” I nodded. “Totally get it. My brother used to be in a private hockey league. They only played teams that met certain qualifications and standards. It was cool.”
Shaft still wouldn’t meet my eyes, even though his big form was only inches away from me.
“Yeah, something like that,” he said casually, carefully guiding my arms into the air. “Our opponents have to meet certain qualifications and standards as well. We make sure of it. They’re selected very carefully.”
I nodded with what I hoped was a sophisticated air.
“Of course. You guys must be really good. The guys I saw out there were really ripped.”
Shaft threw his head back at that and laughed heartily.
“Wrestling is about more than being fit,” he said, “although being in shape is part of it. There’s a lot of strategy and skill, as well as certain holds, moves, and submission locks.”
Submission locks? What was that? My eyes darted to his, but he still wouldn’t meet my eyes, instead focusing on helping me perfect my form. Wow, this guy was the best personal trainer ever, and he was doing it for free. Did he have some ulterior motive?
As if reading my mind, Shaft’s eyes flickered to mine then, the blue seizing making my heart jump.
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he asked. “I’ll want something from you after this is all over. But for now, just relax.”
I nodded silently, flustered. What could he possibly want? Or better yet, what did I have to offer? I was a sweaty, chubby virgin, and he was clearly a man of the world. There was nothing I could possibly give.
But suddenly, time came to a standstill. Could he sense my virginity? Was that what he wanted? I was sweating slightly through my clothes, my curves swaying as I lifted the weights over my head, and then back down. But no, it was impossible. There was no way a guy could sense your virginity just by being around you. That was a scientific fact.
But somehow, I knew that Shaft was different. This man had the senses of an animal, and he could detect things about women without actually seeing, feeling or touching. He had an aura about him that drew females to him like moths to a flame, giving up their secrets. And frankly, I wanted to be that woman. I wanted to give him my all, and shiver as he stroked my sweetest spaces … but how, given that we were work out buddies and nothing more?