Page 19

Chapter 19

Game Tape wink emoji

I let out a full cackle thinking about the girthy blue dildo we all travel with. Every time we fly, one person must put the silicone monster in their carry-on so the TSA can see it on their monitors when we go through security. It’s been a tradition for years, and no one knows why or where the name comes from.

It was my turn today. I like to look the TSA agent directly in the eye right after they realize what they’re looking at and I’ll wink for good measure.

Robyn: LMAO salute emoji Roger is in good hands eggplant emoji yes hands emoji mother holding baby emoji

Before I step into the shower, I check my phone to find a new text from Dell and my heart rate picks up before I realize it’s simply a reminder text to send him my workout video from yesterday. Oops. I shoot it off to him and remove my makeup. Right before I hop in the shower, he replies.

Dell: Yes! Look how much more you’re lifting now that you corrected your stance! Do you feel that difference? And I like the way you modified your resistance bands for that row. However, it looks like you were going easy with the cross-climbers. Remember to engage your core before you start. Other than that, I think this looks great and you’re definitely ready to add more weight to your squats. WoO!

Once again I find myself chuckling at my phone screen.

Robyn: Thanks painted nails emoji weightlifter emoji

Dell: Video of him demonstrating proper technique for cross-climbers

Settling my hip against the counter, I grin watching his instructional video / thirst trap. This one was posted a couple months ago, and he’s wearing only lavender leggings so tight it looks like paint. And—oh my god—did he stroke himself before filming this? Jesus Christ!

“It’s your GymBreaux, Dell, and today I wanna show you the proper way to do a cross-climber. First, make sure the yoga ball you choose isn’t too high.” With his hands on the floor, he places his feet on top of the yellow ball in a plank position.

“Now let your stomach relax; let it drop, don’t worry,” he winks. “It’s just you and me here, no one is going to see. Now suck it in and keep your core tight. You want to make sure you’re one solid muscle before twisting and tucking that knee to your opposite elbow.” The camera angle switches from capturing his chest and abs to side view, where every ridge of muscle is gloriously on display. The curve of his ass into his monstrous thighs creates a valley I want to glue my hands to and squeeze.

I wonder if I've commented on this video already? When I open up the section, of course it’s filled with the victims of his trap.

@JaredHollow69 Why is this video 4 hours long? popcorn emoji

@YuleLogBoyz Weird way to propose, but yes

@KrisKris laughing emoji am i only one focused on the leggings?

@RicARTo I have nothing appropriate to say biting lip emoji

@DeevonDee five blushing emojis Sir

@Et_tu_Brutus those pants have hit max capacit y

@WhatKindOfNameIsJeff Jesus of Nazareth wide eyes emoji

Looks like I haven’t commented yet, so I do what I always do—comment like I don’t know he’s blatantly thirst trapping me.

@RobynCassidy Ohhh! Thank you. This was helpful! Can I add weights to my ankles to increase the difficulty?

I chuckle to myself as I post the comment and immediately get a text back from Dell.

Dell: Good luck tomorrow. You’re gonna kick some Irish ass! I want you plowing over them so fast they ricochet off you!!!

Dell: Also, I’d like praise for using the word ricochet

As I type out good boy, I immediately rethink and erase it.

Robyn: medal emoji proud face emoji Look at you using big boy words!

Dell: That’s a French-ass word, Robyn!!

Robyn: Did you just google if that was a french word before you sent me that last text?

Dell: *scoff* You know I’m French! Well, my dad’s family is Louisiana French! And… eyes only emoji Ok fine i googled it.

Robyn: I’m still very proud of you.

Dell: Big smile emoji

Why can’t Isaiah coach more like Dell does? It’s hard not to compare the two of them, even though they’re opposite in so many ways. As if reading my mind, Dell texts back and I ignore my steaming shower.

Dell: How are you feeling about Isaiah as your new coach?

And just like that, Dell switches from his ridiculously fun self to his caring mode. From personal trainer goofball to concerned friend in a split second. My heart warms at the simple change.

Robyn: It’s not easy to be honest. I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact that he and I won’t be a thing… ever.

Dell: Don’t say that. It’s not like you’re going to play forever (no offense, you know the body can’t play a sport that intense for long). Things could change shrug emoji

Robyn: But is it wise to wait even longer when I’m not sure, in fact I’m fairly certain, his feelings aren’t mutual?

Dell’s texting dots show up and disappear a few times, but I can’t wait and send him another text before he replies.

Robyn: I don’t think it is. I’m just going to focus on supporting him and the team for the time being.

Dell: Does that mean you want to end my flirt coaching?

Oh. I didn’t consider that. I guess we should, shouldn’t we? We only agreed to do this for a month, and there are still a couple weeks left. Building the confidence to get Zay to notice me as more than a friend was the whole purpose, but there’s no point in doing that now.

My mind whirls back to our kiss in the gym and how fucking right it felt. How I melted into Dell and lost my mind. How that rod between his legs searched for me.

Chewing on my lip, I hesitate before sending my reply.

Robyn: Maybe you could help me a little more? Get me ready for the dating pool? I don’t have the best track record with men wince emoji

When he doesn’t respond right away, I worry that he might be rethinking the whole thing. Am I asking for too much? But I desperately want to know how far I can take this without officially crossing a professional line with him. Shit. We kind of have already, haven’t we? He has a rule about not dating his clients, but he said what we were doing wasn’t the same.

Dell: I can do that. Maybe let’s keep it a little quieter so Isaiah doesn’t suspect anything?

Yes!

Robyn: Sure! I don’t see why he would care tho. He’s my coach and not interested… but that’s fine with me! three smiley face emojis

Dell: I’ll come up with a game plan for us when you get back. Now go get some sleep!!

Robyn: salute emoji

Finally setting my phone down, I step into the shower. The mirror and glass door are already fogged up as I inhale deeply. Hot water cascades down my body and drenches my long hair. Taking a washcloth, I pump body wash and lather up, gently scrubbing off the long day of travel. I give my trap a good squeeze, wishing someone was here to massage away the stiffness, and I sink into the idea of Dell doing it. Or maybe my sexy coach enters my room unannounced, slipping into the shower behind me and digging his thumbs into my shoulders until my chest heaves.

My thoughts are crowded with both Isaiah and Dell washing me. Roaming hands brush against my aching breasts and between my legs—constantly moving, never lingering long enough. Their imposing bodies cage me between them as they kiss and nip down my neck.

Yes. More.

My fingers find the apex of my thighs, and I regretfully wish that damn blue team dildo was in here with me. Not that I’ve used Roger. Oh god, have other people used it? No. There’s no way the whole team is sharing a sex toy. This is not The Sisterhood of the Traveling Dildo.

Focus, sexy dream Dell whispers in a husky voice.

Ope. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Yes sir.

Leaning against the shower wall, I imagine Isaiah is behind me, his brawny arm wrapped under my chest as he applies pressure to my clit. Dell cups my breast and the other is engulfed by his mouth, pulling and sucking, like he’s taking his own pleasure from it. His other hand finds my pussy and he sinks two fingers deep inside.

The need to wrap my legs around him and grind overpowers me, but I stay planted—my arousal building like a storm with every convulsion of my inner walls. Frenzied fingers take control and I’m only seconds away.

Come for us, Robyn, Isaiah rumbles in my ear. Come on our fingers.

With one more delicious tweak to my nipple, my body releases the impending wave as my fingers sweep me over the crest.

Falling into a heap on the shower floor, I succumb to the high and relish in it.

Fuck.

I wonder how many more of those I can get in before Serwaa comes back?