Page 52 of Fierce-Michael

It was said tenderly and she might have felt like the most special person in the world.

She wasn’t sure anyone had ever made her feel special in her life.

She’d tried so hard to make Brian feel that way and didn’t hold it against him that she didn’t feel the same.

That her first wedding was at his house while he struggled to get dressed and move to the couch for the ceremony. No nice dress or flowers for her. Just a few selfies for their pictures and one that the judge took.

She didn’t know why her mind was going down a road that had been closed for years.

When they were done working out, she wiped her forehead and guzzled more water.

“I think I sweat more lifting weights than cardio. I know my heart is pumping harder.”

“That’s a good thing,” he said. “You can spend less time doing it too and get as good of or better of a workout.”

“Did you used to run?” she asked. “You’ve got some form on you.”

“Just form in running?” he asked. “And yes, I did in high school.”

“We’ll see what form you’ve got in the shower,” she said. “I know I need one after this.” She ran her hand over his back where his shirt was damp. “So do you.”

“How big is your shower?” he asked when they were out of the building and walking back to her place.

“Tub-sized. I think it will be a tight fit for us together, but I’m game for it if you are.”

“I can make anything work,” he said. “Sometimes I do my best work in small spaces.”

It took her a second when she saw the smirk on his face to realize he meant about her being tight a few days ago when they had sex.

“I’d say you do,” she said. “Now I need to see it again.”

They all but speed walked to her place, ran up the stairs and got behind her door fast with him pulling her into his arms.

She jumped up and put her legs around his waist. “I’m going to fuck you just like this.”

“Yes, please,” she said.

He moved to her bathroom and let her down to get in. It wasn’t that big of a space, but she moved past him to turn the water on.

When she turned, he was gone, but then came back and put a condom on the sink.

“Wasn’t sure if you had any in here.”

“I do,” she said. “But not sure of the size of you.” She’d gotten a good look at him the other night when they were done having sex and he was still huge. “Yep, need to get some bigger ones.”

“Stop,” he said.

“I’m not kidding,” she said. “I’ve got regulars. You’re an X-large and not just wishful thinking like most men. I’ve seen it on you. It’s a tight fit. Good work there, huh?”

He rolled his eyes and started to undress.

“Stop talking,” he said.

“Fine,” she said. “Strip for me, big boy.”

Her shirt and leggings were peeled off. She didn’t have underwear on so they pulled off easy enough, but her damp sports bra wasn’t coming off quite as well and she needed his help to lift it over her head.

She pushed the curtain back and climbed in and waited for him. He opened his condom and covered himself first.