Saving Their Trainer Page 2

  Abel had rolled his eyes, but didn’t shy away when Greg grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. Allie found herself unable to look away as their lips met, having never even imagined that they were into each other that way, or that they wanted her to join them.

  If she’d thought the mere idea was a turn-on, having them invite her to kiss them both, at the same time, was even more heady. It was nearly enough to make her forget her boyfriend at home and accept their invitation.

  Nearly.

  Instead, she’d stuttered out some semblance of a flattered denial, grabbed her purse and ran for it before she decided to break her two cardinal rules in life - no cheating, and no mixing business with pleasure.

  She’d regretted saying no, but Xander was still in the picture and she wasn’t a cheater. An idiot, apparently, but not a cheater.

  She shook her head, pulling herself back to the present moment. It’s time for their training session, not reliving the one time they got drunk and said they wanted to share me. Not that they ever made the offer before that night, or since then, so they were most likely just messing with me, after all.

  She’d told herself the same thing a half-dozen times since then, as the gym was the only place that she’d seen them after that night. “So, we’re going to stretch, then do some leg presses and start our workout today from there,” Allie said, pulling herself back to the task at hand. “Greg, get on your back and I’ll help you stretch your legs.”

  They both snickered as he flopped down beneath her, lifting one leg straight up so that she could push on his calf. His shorts fell back, revealing half of his thigh. She kept her eyes up until he wiggled beneath her, reaching down to adjust himself, knowing she would instinctively track his hand to make certain she wasn’t stretching him too hard, making him uncomfortable. It was part of her job, after all.

  But Allie’s jaw nearly fell open when she saw that he’d pulled his shorts away from his crotch, allowing her to see straight up the leg to his… unicorn printed panties.

  Chapter 3

  “What the fuck are you wearing?” Allie blurted out before she thought better of it. The sight was just too much and she closed her eyes before she did something embarrassing, like pee herself laughing, or ogle his dick. Again.

  “Don’t you like them? I wore them just for you,” Greg taunted. “Since you said you need clothes, we went shopping for you.”

  Oh, damn it. I guess they got my email. “And you decided that the best idea would be to wear the clothes that you bought me? So now I get sweaty ballsack panties?” She wrinkled her nose. “No, thanks.”

  “Pfft, these are mine. Yours are in the truck.”

  She stared at him for a minute before glancing up at Abel, praying that he would say something to negate that. Instead, he just nodded.

  “Just wait until you see the t-shirt he got you.”

  “Did he buy us a matching set of those, too?” she teased. “And what about you? Wouldn’t want you to feel left out or anything.”

  “Oh, I don’t plan to be,” he replied, his gaze positively crawling from her eyes to her toes and back again. “Now that the dickless wonder is out of the picture, you’ll let us take you out like you should’ve done weeks ago.”

  She tried to ignore the way his possessive words made her belly flutter with anticipation. I wonder if he’s that bossy in bed?

  Greg tapped her ankle and they switched legs, stretching the other one instead. “What are you doing tonight?”

  “Umm, I’m not sure. But it’s definitely not going to be you two, so get that thought out of your heads.” I don’t even know where I’m staying, and crashing with them is out of the question. I don’t want to be that girl that comes over for no-strings-attached sex, then never leaves. A clinger.

  His stretching done, Greg tapped her again, indicating that he wanted to get up. She let go of his leg and stepped back, offering her hand like she always did. He took it, allowing her to help him up, then pulled her against him instead of letting go. Abel immediately stepped in, caging her between them.

  “Just tell us you don’t want us and we’ll never bring it up again,” Abel breathed into her ear. “But not yet. Think about it, and let us know later. It’s all up to you, princess, and we’ll drop it and keep going like usual if that’s what you want. But if you are interested… just let us know when you’re ready for a little fun. You have our numbers.”

  “Or at least our email addresses,” Greg chimed in with a smirk.

  She gave a nervous laugh, shoving her way from between them. They let her go easily, and her gaze darted from one to the other and back again. Oh, shit, I think they’re actually serious. But they’re my clients. What happens once we’ve had our one night of fun, and then it’s over? I need to keep training them for the rest of the semester to get credit.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “That’s all we ask, princess.”

  She pushed them hard in their training session, unwilling to let them slack just because they’d gotten her panties a little damp with all of their sexy talk. Like she would even have a clue of what to do with both of them at one time, although if she was perfectly honest with herself, she’d love to find out.

  Greg and Abel finished the workout, slapped each other’s asses like usual and winked at her. She stayed a safe distance away and winked back.

  “Do you have to leave right away or can you stick around for a while? Maybe go have a drink after we hit the showers?” Greg asked. “I think it’s empty, so you could just come shower with us if you wanted.”

  “Ew, are you kidding me? Because nothing says ‘do me now’ like a shower in the men’s locker room with piss all over the floors and everything. No thanks.”

  Abel smirked when Greg blushed. “I told you pissing in a locker room shower was gross. Do that shit at home, where you know the shower gets scrubbed once in a while.”

  Greg punched him in the shoulder. “I don’t do that.”

  “You don’t clean your shower? Double ew,” Allie teased.

  Abel laughed.

  “Yes, I clean my shower! Every week, in fact, and you’re welcome to come inspect it whenever you want. I like to be clean. I don’t pee on floors, even in the shower. I’m not a dog.”

  “That true?” Allie asked Abel. “He really cleans it every week?”

  Abel nodded. “Like clockwork. It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Greg scowled. “My mom just taught me well. My dad wasn’t a big helper around the house, so she made sure her boys didn’t turn out the same way. Cleaning is cathartic, and like instant gratification for me. I can see that something has immediately improved, you know?”

  A slow smile spread over her face. “Yeah, actually, I get that. I’m the same way with gardening and pulling weeds.”

  “I thought you live in an apartment?” Abel asked.

  “Well, I do for now, but I’ve been in a couple of rental houses and like to have a garden when I can. I like to watch the flowers in the summer, and all the bees and butterflies. It’s a thing for me. Cathartic, like Greg said.”

  “We have a house, you know,” Greg reminded her. “It’s technically in my name, but Abel’s been there so long it may as well be his too. You could come crash with us for a while since your ex is being a dick.”

  “Thanks, but I’m staying with my friend Jill.”

  “Thought she was going out of town?”

  “Well, I’m bouncing back and forth between Jill’s and Mads’ places.” She knew the words were a mistake as soon as they left her mouth, but luckily, all Greg and Abel did was grin. “I appreciate the offer though. I’m going to hit the showers and clean up, so I’ll see you guys later.”

  She left them standing there beside the free weights, horsing around as they decided to do another set since she wasn’t going out with them. It didn’t take her long to get cleaned up and check her phone to see one last text from Mads. It said, “You’re always w
elcome to stay here, but come early. My roommate’s dog barks every time someone comes in the door and wakes everyone up.”

  Satisfied with that, Allie turned her phone off, tossed her hair up into a messy, wet bun and left. Only to stop outside the gym in disbelief.

  Greg, Abel and Bentley all sat on the tailgate of Bentley’s truck, parked on the street just outside of the gym.

  “What are you doing here? Do you guys know each other?” she asked in surprise.

  “Well, we do now,” Bentley said. “Apparently we all had the same idea when you said that you needed clothes and a place to stay.” With these words, he tossed her a set of keys and a small shopping bag.

  “What’s this?” Allie asked in confusion. She looked down at the set of keys, one clearly a house key and the other a little less obvious. They were held together by a unicorn keychain. “What’s with all of the unicorns? Is this a joke that I’m missing?”

  She opened the bag to reveal a few shirts, shorts, panties and a sports bra.

  “The rest is in the truck, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to catch or not, so I didn’t want to throw a whole bag of stuff at you,” Bentley said with a laugh. “I was waiting out here and these two heard me mention you on the phone when they came out, so they stopped to chat.”

  “And we wanted to wait to give you our stuff, too,” Greg chimed in. “Here.”

  He simply held his offering out, waiting for Allie to come to him. She crossed the sidewalk and hopped up onto the tailgate between them when Greg scooted over for her. Abel was sitting in the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

  She opened the bag from Greg, pulling out the unicorn panties that he was wearing a copy of. He giggled like the idiot he was and she ignored him, pulling out another set with leprechauns and rainbows, then a set of pajamas. The second bag from Bentley thankfully had a few more practical items, including two more shirts, a pair of lounge pants and some socks. And more pairs of underwear, thongs this time.

  “Thanks guys, you really didn’t need to do this. I think I have enough panties to last until the apocalypse now.”

  “Well, we got your email about needing clothes and a place to stay and I guess we all wanted to help out,” Bentley replied. “I’ve got an extra room at my place that you’re welcome to.”

  “And you all immediately thought of panties,” she muttered under her breath.

  “If you decide not to stay with us,” Greg said quickly. “Which she won’t, because our place is awesome.”

  “Mine’s off Lux and Second, walking distance to Sixth Street,” Bentley said casually, like it was no big deal that he was offering her a place to crash in one of the nicest parts of town. “The silver key is for my condo, and the other one is for the main door of the building.”

  “What, no doorman?” Abel asked from behind them.

  “He goes home at midnight. It’s a quiet building.”

  Shocked, Allie just stared at him. True to his name, Bentley apparently came from money and enjoyed a lavish lifestyle. She couldn’t accept such generosity.

  “Um, thanks, but I couldn’t do that. I need to get back into my place until my lease ends in a month, because my name is the only one on it and I don’t want my ex to trash it so the complex charges me. I’ll move after that so he doesn’t know where I am, but I couldn’t possibly afford to live off Lux.”

  “Why don’t you just call the leasing office and get them to evict him for you?” Bentley asked.

  “Because of Daisy,” she replied with a sigh. “My dog, who may or may not be part pit bull. Xander got her for me from a shelter right after we first started dating, and she’s the best. I didn’t want a dog at first, but then she was there and she’s just so sweet that I couldn’t exactly say no. I didn’t want him to take her back to the shelter, and let her think that I abandoned her. But the complex has rules about pets and I can’t tell them that I have her.”

  He nodded. “You think he gave her to you so you’d keep him around, too? A dog is a lot of work.”

  She wrinkled her nose, thinking about it. It made sense, in a weirdly manipulative way. “I don’t know. I don’t want to say he’s that bad, but he’s just being a dick right now. Oh, no, don’t worry,” she said, shaking her head when she saw the suspicious look Bentley gave her from the corner of his eye, “We definitely aren’t getting back together. He’s cheating on me and that’s a deal-breaker. I can put up with a lot of shit, but sneaking around isn’t OK. That’s not something I can forgive.”

  “Cheating, huh? That sucks.”

  She nodded and dropped the keys back into his palm, then hopped off of the tailgate. “I need to get to my friend Mads’ house. She said I could crash with her until I figure out what to do about Xander.”

  “What complex are you in? Maybe I can talk to someone about the dog. My dad and I are real estate investors, and I might be able to get them to look the other way for your last month, since she’s a rescue.”

  “Oh, Camden Lakes. That would be great, but I’d really like to avoid them knowing at all, if possible. I wouldn’t even mind moving early if I find someplace before then, but I need to make sure that Xander can’t get back into my apartment if I leave it empty, you know? The last thing I need is him ruining the carpet or putting a hole in the wall or something stupid like that so I don’t get my security deposit back. I just don’t know how to get him out. I was thinking about somehow talking him into letting me have some of my clothes and the dog, then calling the leasing office and telling them his name isn’t on the lease and he won’t leave. That way it won’t look like Daisy lives there.”

  All three guys nodded. “That would be your best bet. When does he go to work?”

  Allie rolled her eyes. “Never. He works online and telecommutes. That asshole never leaves, and it’s been almost a week already. Daisy freaks out every time she hears me, but I can’t get to her. I can only imagine how many walks he’s taking her for a day. The carpet is probably a disaster by now.”

  “Are you friends with any of your neighbors so they can call you when he takes her out? Then you can go in?” Abel asked.

  “No, not really. I know it sounds awful but I never really made friends with anyone because I was always so busy, and you never know when people are going to turn out to be creeps. Anyway, I appreciate the clothes and offers to crash with you guys, but I need to get going. Mads told me to come early so I don’t disturb her roommates.”

  Bentley nodded, then got off of the tailgate as well. The other two were a little slower to follow his lead, but they did eventually. “All right. Well, I’ll see you the day after tomorrow for my session, then?”

  “Absolutely! You guys did a great workout today, so don’t go drinking too much!” she directed the last bit at Greg and Abel. “Drink lots of water to help your muscles, I’m proud of you guys!”

  Greg gave her a silly thumbs-up while Abel just waved and Bentley looked on. Turning away from the three of them, she carried her new clothes to her car, then headed to Mads’ place.

  Chapter 4

  Bentley looked at the email for the twentieth time, then said fuck it and hit “reply to all” and deleted Allie’s information. He’d thought about taking out the fourth email address too, but decided what the hell, the more the merrier, right? It had to be another guy she was training, and the way Bentley saw it, they all owed her for helping them for free. Let this mystery man have the opportunity to step up, too.

  “I’m going to Allie’s place to get her stuff for her tomorrow afternoon,” Bentley wrote. “Greg and Abel, do you want to come? No violence, only planning to explain to the dickless wonder of an ex why letting us gather her things and her dog are in his best interests. She’s going to call the leasing office on his ass after the dog is out of there, but he doesn’t need to know that. Also gonna explain to him that there will be consequences if he fucks up the apartment.”

  He hit send. It was a gamble, sure, especially since he was basically lay
ing out his plan of harassment and intimidation in writing, but he had specified “no violence,” so it wasn’t that bad, right? He was simply retrieving a woman’s belongings from her apartment without her permission, to keep the squatter living there from stealing them.

  He groaned. That didn’t sound any better. Maybe he should have thought this through a little more.

  His phone dinged and he looked down to see a reply from the mystery address. Great.

  I’m in. Allie has always been nice to me and I think it’s time someone taught her ex what it means to respect a woman, so if you want backup I’m there. Meet tomorrow at 4 by the gym? - Trevor

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Bentley said. “Four o’clock it is.”

  Greg and I have a class till 4, can we push it back to 4:30? - Abel

  4:30 works for me. See you at the gym. - Trevor

  4:30 it is. - Bentley

  “Well, OK, then.”

  Bentley hated to admit it but he was a little nervous waiting in front of the gym. Greg and Abel he’d met for a few minutes, at least, and was comfortable with them, but he was well aware that what they were doing was semi-illegal, and he had no idea who Trevor was. Greg and Abel seemed cool with it, though, and unless he missed his guess, they felt the same way about Allie that he did.

  She was great.

  Pretty, sexy, funny, smart and caring, she was the whole package. He’d wanted to ask her out before he knew that she had a boyfriend, but honestly didn’t think she’d be into his kink. Not many girls were, or got tired of it quickly.

  He liked to watch. A lot. Usually that meant turning on some porn during sex, which inevitably led to questions after a while, but his real kink involved watching live shows. There was just something about watching a girl getting railed right there, hearing her moan and having a front row seat to witness her orgasm without being distracted by feeling it that did it for him more than anything else he could think of.