Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 68

Briar

That night, Carter pulled Uncle Jake's weight bench to the open part of the garage. He made me do squats with just the bar. He came behind me, correcting my grip and feet position before he ran his hands along my sides, until he got to my hips, his mouth was near my ear.

“Keep your knees over your toes, don’t put the strain on your back. You want to engage your core instead.” His hands shifted to my midsection bare in the crop top tee. I suddenly became flustered, and I blinked, trying to focus on what he was telling me. “When you squat, sit back,” he said, gripping the back of my thighs. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. How did he intend for me to focus when he was touching me? I shook my head slightly to clear it, then nodded. He stepped back. “Inhale before you drop and exhale on the way up.” I tried it.

“Elbows in,” he corrected. I went again. “Good, do twenty, then we will move to the bench. The rest of the evening was the same, instruction on form with each lift, then he brought out a pair of hand pads. More instruction on the proper way to punch. How to hold hands correctly, and  what determines the force of the punch. He had me punching high, then low to the center, then he slowly mixed it up. “Good,” he said, when I was out of breath. He had increased the speed as I caught on and changed up the sequence several times. Then came kicking.

“Women are better with their legs, your center of gravity and distribution of weight are your ally,” he informed, before making me take my shoes off, and it was more of the same. Don’t kick with your toes, hit with the ball of your foot, or the heel. There was so much to remember. When he left, I sat on the couch with a notebook and wrote things down, trying to burn them into my memory in my own words. I hated training already, but I refused to fail. After a quick shower and a snack, because, of course, Carter was right, I was hungry. I went to bed early because I knew Carter would be at my front door before dawn.

This became the ritual over the next few weeks, as long as Carter kept showing up for me, I would keep pushing my boundaries to stay on task. Saturday morning of the second week, I surprised him. Jogging up as he stepped out of his front door.

“What are you waiting for, Coach?” he shook his head and grinned, and off we went. I struggled, but I made it back to my place, panting as I leaned against the front door, and unlocked it. We had sprinted the last few yards from the pond to the house. I was grinning ear to ear. I hadn’t been so proud of myself in my life, even finishing school didn’t seem to compare. I pushed open the door, and Carter swiftly had me pressed against it, his head bent to mine as he spoke, huskily. 

“I love how you're always coming up with ways to surprise me.” Joy bloomed in my chest, his hands cupping my cheeks, my arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord. His mouth was so close to mine and the way he looked at me stirred something else familiar, yet alien, inside me. The urge to kiss him hit me and I went with it, tangling my fingers into his hair and closing the tiny distance between us. His tongue invaded my mouth and mine danced with his, I couldn’t get enough as my body began to heat from the inside out. Finally, I pulled away for air and we were panting for a different reason. I had done my best over the last few weeks to not lead him on, but he insisted on being the same old Carter, with his considerate gestures and lingering touches. Right now, though, his grip was different, strong, and possessive at my hip, holding me flush to him. His eyes were filled with that primal hungry look.

“I need a shower,” I complained.

“So do I,” he said, lifting me, his strong fingers gripping my ass as my legs tangled around his waist.  I giggled, which surprised me. He set me down in the bathroom reaching into the cabinet above the toilet for towels and washcloths, and an extra bar of soap. I turned the water on so it could warm.

“Do you want me to shower with you, or should I take the run home to cool off?”

“I guess it depends on your expectations,” I said, honestly. “As much as I may want you, I’m not ready for sex,” Carter smiled, and looked away with a sheepish smile.

“I can leave you to it if you're more comfortable,” he let me know. 

I grabbed the strings of his sweatpants and tugged him closer. He looked down at me.“That doesn’t mean I’m not up for exploring.” He looked back at me surprised and grinned.

“I can work with that,” he said, moving to take off his shirt. I had my sweaty bra off first and threw it at him before moving to my shorts. He smirked at me and pulled off his tee and threw it at me as I ducked behind the shower curtain. I just laughed as I began wetting my hair, and he came in behind me. He took over the job, working strong fingers into my scalp. I passed him my shampoo and I swear his fingers were magic as he worked it into a lather and helped me rinse. We switched places as I worked conditioner into my hair and he soaked in the hot water getting his own hair wet as he watched me, with that dark, wild look in his eyes. I shampooed his hair and rinsed it and he groaned as my fingernails worked into his scalp as I lathered and rinsed it. This was a different kind of intimacy, it was new, and I liked it. I took the bar of soap and worked it into a lather and began scrubbing his back with a washcloth over his broad shoulders and narrow hips, and that strong muscled ass of his. He turned and pushed back his hair and looked at me. He must have seen the mischievous glint in my eyes after I glanced down and saw the full glory of his cock, thick, long, and proud before me. I started at his neck and made my way down his arms and found his sides just a wee bit ticklish. I laughed at him as he bit his lip attempting not to balk. He turned me as he pulled my back into his chest.

“You're not clean yet,” I protested.