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TASHA

“ I t’s okay, you got this Tasha. Just keep going.” I muttered under my breath. Well, more like wheezed out.

I was currently running on a treadmill, trying my hardest not to look like I was dying. I was pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes a few minutes ago, but with the Greek god beside me, I had no choice but to act like it was easy.

I went to the gym somewhat regularly. Okay, maybe like twice a week if I was feeling productive, so I wasn’t in the worst shape. Or so I thought. Working beside Trevor was like being on a whole different planet.

The dude was a machine. No wonder he had a six-pack and biceps the size of my head. Damn my competitive side for thinking I could keep up with him. Who the hell did I think I was? Chris Hemsworth?

I was fully regretting agreeing to workout with him this morning. I regretted it the moment he woke me up at six o’clock in the morning. On a Saturday! We didn’t go to bed until one in the morning having done…other things after we got home from our date. How he still had enough energy to come to the gym was beyond me .

It was like God was finally pitying me as Trevor slowed his treadmill down. Saying a silent thank you, I stopped mine and leaned over to catch my breath . Holy shit. That was the most cardio I'd done in forever.

“Doing good?” Trevor asked. I didn’t even lift my head to answer, I just gave him a thumbs-up. “Great. Onto abs then.”

“Abs?” I looked over at him with wide eyes. I thought we were done?

“Yeah, it's full body, remember?” The teasing look on his face proved I wasn’t doing a good enough job of hiding how out of breath I was. Trevor was just standing there, his breathing labored but still under control. Like he hadn’t just run five miles after doing legs and arms.

“Oh, right. Abs. Woohoo. My favorite.” Stepping off the treadmill, my legs trembled. I was going to be so sore tomorrow between skating last night and this. It was almost like Trevor was trying to kill me. Instead of murdering me like a normal assassin, he did it using a workout.

By the time I felt secure enough on my feet, Trevor was already waiting over on the mats.

“I’m gonna kill him. Get the girls to help me hide his body,” I muttered as I grabbed my water and made my way to him. “No one will know.”

At least with abs, we got to lay down. Although, I wasn’t sure that was a good thing either.

“Okay, let’s do ten moves, four times, a minute each,” Trevor rattled off. “Then we’ll call it a day.”

Okay, yeah, I could do that. Only a few more minutes to go.

Trevor showed me the moves before setting the timer on his phone. Thirty seconds into the first move, I was once again plotting Trevor’s death. I was dying. That was how well it was going. I always thought the grim reaper would come for me when I was old and asleep. Not while I did a damn ab routine.

Beside me, Trevor mumbled encouraging words, but they had the opposite effect. I was inwardly cursing and threatening him. If I wasn’t clenching my jaw so hard and trying to keep my breathing even, I probably would have said the things out loud.

As I struggled, Trevor repeated the moves like no big deal. The only plus side to all of it was a shirtless Trevor. He took it off a good hour ago when we were doing legs, so at least I had something glorious to look at as I slowly died.

More than once, I found myself looking over at him, enjoying the way his abs contracted and glistened with sweat. His entire upper body was slick, and in some weird, gross way, it was fucking attractive. I think I was delirious because there were quite a few times I caught myself thinking about wanting to lick his abs.

Just as I was about to call it quits, Trevor’s timer went off, letting us know we were done. I flopped onto my back with ragged breaths. I was soaked head to toe, and I knew I didn’t look half as good as Trevor did. I was pretty sure I could wring my sports bra out.

“You did so good,” Trevor praised. The only response I had to that was sending him the middle finger.

My arm flopped back to my side as I laid there utterly spent. I was never working out with him again. Nope. Never.

“I told you, you didn’t have to do what I did.” Trevor laughed beside me.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did, and you said, ‘This will be the easiest workout I’ve ever done.’”

Shit, I did say that.

“Potato, Patato.” I waved him off .

“Come on, let's get you up and showered.” Trevor chuckled, getting to his feet.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna hang here for a bit.”

“You’re going to lay on a sweaty gross mat for a while?”

I scrunched my nose up at that. On second thought, yeah, I didn’t want to lie there for longer than I had to.

“Fine. Help me up, you big goof.” I raised a shaky arm.

With a sigh, Trevor hauled me up in one quick motion. Grabbing our stuff, we headed out of the gym and toward the elevators. Instead of going to the arena Trevor always used, where most of the hockey team trained, we decided to use the one in my apartment building. I was thankful for that decision so I didn’t have to sit in my sweaty clothes for longer than necessary.

I clung to Trevor’s arm as we got in the elevator. My legs shook, my arms shook, my whole body was exhausted. As it should be since we worked out for almost two hours straight. I leaned my weight against him, my fingers itching to touch the hard muscle I was pressed against. He had that post workout pump going on that made his muscles pop even more than usual.

The moment we stepped into my apartment, I wanted to lie down, but I knew I had to shower. Watching Trevor walk in front of me as he headed to the kitchen, his bare back on full display, I bit my lip, an idea forming.

“Trevorrrr.”

“Yeah, baby?” He didn’t turn around as he reached into the fridge for a cold water bottle.

“I need to shower.”

“Okay, you can go first.” Again, he didn’t turn around. Making my voice honey sweet, I leaned against the counter.

“My arms and legs are too shaky. I could use some help.” I tried not to snort at the way he whirled around, the water bottle halfway to his mouth.

When he didn’t say anything, I grabbed the bottom of my sports bra and pulled it off. Trevor stared at my breasts, his jaw somewhere forgotten on the floor. I didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment standing topless in front of him. Any insecurities I had before Trevor were long gone. Especially when he made it well-known how he enjoyed every part of my body.

Keeping my eyes locked onto his, I hooked my fingers in the band of my workout shorts and tugged them off, kicking them to the side. This morning, I was half awake getting dressed, so I didn’t bother putting on a pair of underwear.

Standing there completely naked, I watched as Trevor drank me in. His eyes lingered on my breasts before finding the spot between my legs. With a teasing smirk, I took a step backward.

“I’ll be waiting.” With that, I turned and started for my bathroom, adding a little extra sway to my step. I was almost certain his eyes were stuck on my ass.

I barely turned on the water and stepped under the stream before I felt Trevor behind me. Something silky smooth and hard pressed against the top of my ass, making me grin. That didn’t take him long.

As his arms came around my waist, I arched my back, pressing my behind into his crotch and bringing my arms back and around his head. His mouth came down and pressed soft kisses along my shoulder.

The water warmed, spraying down on us as we stood there pressed against one another. His hand was light as a feather as he ran it up and down my stomach and under my breasts before moving back down.

“Hold still for me,” he whispered against my neck.

I stayed where I was, halfway under the water, as Trevor reached around me to grab my loofah. He poured a generous amount of body wash on it before coming back to me .

He stepped back just a little as the loofah grazed my shoulder blades. My eyes closed as he gently washed my back.

I couldn’t help but sigh when he took his sweet time washing my ass. Paying it extra attention. He even made sure to get the back of my calves before moving back up my body.

“Hands on the wall, baby.” Using his knees, he nudged my legs apart. With my hands on the wall, my ass arched out.

I waited eagerly to see what he was going to do next but when the roughness of the loofah rubbed against my pussy, I let out a gasp. I was not expecting that.

Gently, but firmly, he rubbed the soapy loofah between my legs. Each pass over my clit made me moan. Putting one of his hands on my ass, Trevor leaned over my back.

“Maybe we should see if you can come without me touching you.” As he spoke, he rubbed in between my legs just a tad bit harder, making my toes curl at the sensation. I never would have thought the roughness of a loofah could feel so damn good.

“You have two minutes to come or I’ll stop.” The threat behind his words told me he wasn’t joking. I knew from experience he would leave me on edge until he was good and ready for me to finish.

My moans echoed through the shower as I used my hands to steady myself, moving my hips back to meet his hand. My eyes squeezed shut as I quite literally humped the loofah. The rough texture of the loofah was unlike anything I’ve felt before. Twisting my hips to hit it directly on my clit. The friction made me whimper low in my throat.

“Come on, baby. One minute left.”

Gritting my teeth, my hips moved faster and faster. I had to come. No, I needed to come. Groans mixed with high pitched whimpers left my mouth as I climbed closer to my peak. I was right there .

“Thirty seconds.” Trevor’s voice was unrelenting. “You better come.”

His words were my undoing. With a cry, my orgasm rippled through me. My legs trembled, and my hands struggled to hold me upright. My moan was so loud, I was fairly certain the neighbor next door heard.

A warm, hard body pressed against me, keeping me up as I started to float my way back down to reality. I was a panting mess but that felt fucking incredible.

“Good girl,” Trevor hummed against my neck. The loofah passed over my core one last time making my body jerk. Setting it aside, Trevor gently turned me around to face him, pressing my back against the wall.

Placing his hands on the side of my face, he used his thumbs to tilt my head back to look at him.

“So fucking perfect.” His words made me melt. Placing his lips against mine, I sighed against him, my arms wrapping around his torso. I could kiss his mouth forever.

When he pulled away, I pouted. My disappointment was short-lived, though, as Trevor grinned down at me with a look in his eyes.

“Now to wash the front.”

“We can carve the pumpkins tomorrow if you want.” Trevor said.

“Oh yes! But let’s do it at your place since you have front steps to put them on.” I suggested.

It was now nearing noon and the two of us were in the kitchen making lunch. Well, Trevor was cooking. I was sitting at the bar watching him, trying not to drool over the way his muscles flinched and contracted as he cut vegetables and lifted the frying pan to sauté them. The same back that had red lines running down them, thanks to me.

I felt a swell of pride at that. Those were from me. No one else. It was kind of like I staked my claim on him.

“Sounds good.”

After our shower, the two of us ended up in bed. Well, after Trevor bent me over the bathroom counter and fucked me. And then we ended up in his bedroom doing some other things that didn’t include sleeping.

After such an eventful morning, I was starving. Trevor, ever so graciously, offered to make us something as I sat there enjoying the view.

“I wanted to ask. Why do you live in a house and not an apartment?” I was just curious because most people our age didn’t have the means to afford a house. And seeing as it was only Trevor, wouldn’t it have made more sense to rent an apartment?. Although, maybe that wasn’t what he wanted. And besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t rolling in cash.

Trevor was quiet for a moment before responding.

“Growing up wasn’t easy. Aside from my parents forgetting to buy food, they sometimes forgot to pay rent. There were a few occasions when we had to sleep in the car.” I could tell he wanted to come off like it wasn’t a big deal, but I heard the hurt in his voice. It may have happened years ago, but it was still hard to think and talk about.

“A couple of times I’d come home and find the door locked. My parents were too drugged out to open it for me. I’d sit outside for hours until they realized I was out there.” I stared at the back of his head as he continued. “When I got enough money, I bought the house. I wanted something that was all mine that couldn’t be taken away.”

I swallowed back the tears that gathered in my eyes. He didn’t need my pity, but I understood. Understood the need to have something that was yours. To make it the way you wanted it without fearing someone would take it away or criticize you.

“I get it,” I spoke softly.

Letting the conversation drop Trevor finished up lunch while I grabbed plates. He dished the homemade style hash onto a plate before the two of us headed for the living room. With no desire to sit at the table, the two of us got cozy on the couch.

I couldn’t stop the hum of satisfaction from leaving my mouth as I stuffed my mouth. The potatoes, the peppers and onions were incredible. I was going to make him cook for me from now on.

As we ate and watched TV, Trevor got quiet. I glanced over at him, finding his eyebrows drawn in as if he was deep in thought.

“Hey,” I nudged his shoulder. “What are you thinking so hard about over there?” There was definitely something on his mind.

“It’s nothing.” He brought a hand up to his neck, shaking his head.

“But…?” I prodded, knowing there was more than what he was saying.

He let out a sigh, looking over at me. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game on Monday.”

He looked at me in an unsure way, almost like he was expecting me to say I wouldn’t want to. My heart squeezed at the fact that he wanted me to attend. I was already planning on going. He just didn’t know that yet.

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Yeah?”

“Gotta root my man on for the first game of the season.” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. Trevor grinned widely at me. “Your man, huh?” My cheeks grew hot as I rolled my eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“Uh-huh,” Trevor teased. “I have a jersey you can wear too.”

“Oh, gonna make me an honorary Trevor Hall fangirl?”

“Can’t have my girl wearing someone else’s jersey.” Trevor winked. My insides warmed at his words.

My girl. I think I could get used to hearing that.