Eventually, she reaches out and readjusts the seat. Up. Down. And then settles on the exact same spot I had it in the first place.
Stubborn.
“Ah, yes. That looks so much better,” I huff out while keeping my eyes trained on the road out front. I don’t need to turn my gaze on her to know she’s scowling at me.
“Like I said, I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself. Especially if you’re going to be a snarky prick about helping me. What if I’d been injured?”
I shake my head and bite back a smile. “Are you injured, Princess?”
“No,” she grumbles as she hops back on and pedals. “But you are.”
“I’m not. I’m fine.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” Now it’s her turn to shake her head at me, but she doesn’t push it any further. Instead, she pops her buds into her ears and blocks me out as she drops her head and gets to work.
And she works hard. Harder than me. Because I’m too busy stealing glances at her and trying not to get caught. There are enough locals in here already who’ll be talking about the fact I was here with some girl. I don’t need to give them more gossip fodder than that.
But the way sweat shimmers on her skin is fucking distracting. The way her chest heaves and the pulse point in her neck flutters.
It’s almost annoying. That I can’t stop stealing glances. That I’m so painfully aware of her right next to me.
But the most annoying thing of all is that she doesn’t pay me any attention at all. And after twenty minutes, she hops off her bike, wipes it down, and walks away—giving me the most glorious view of her pert ass—without saying a goddamn word to me.
I’m fairly certain Shirley at the front desk sees me staring at Summer’s ass while she walks across the gym toward a squat rack. She raises her eyebrows at me and smiles knowingly, erasing any questions about whether she saw me.
I drop my head back down and try to focus on my own workout, my own body. Taking physical inventory of every ache and pain. The more I move, the better my hip feels. I knew a few days of rest would help that. But my shoulder still isn’t right, and it isn’t getting better very quickly either.
Deep down, I suspect there’s something more going on than a simple strain that will take a few days off to heal. You beat your body up for this many years, and you know the difference.
But I don’t want to admit it. Because if I let myself accept it, I’ll just feel worse. I’ll start second-guessing myself. And I can’t afford to do that.
I peek over at Summer again. She’s seated on the ground with her back pressed against a bench and a long barbell resting across her waist. When my gaze traces down to the end of it, my eyes bulge. The number of plates she has stacked there seems, well, almost impossible for a woman her size.
But then her hips thrust up, and she lifts the bar with the strength of her . . . I don’t even know. Her ass? The way it’s clenching, the way her lips part on a heavy breath.
It’s all just confirmation that I’m a fucking pervert.
Just perverted enough to ditch my bike and wander over for a closer look. I don’t have to like Summer to be impressed by her, right?
“What’s this one called?” I ask as I approach.
“Hip thrust. Want to try?”
Do I ever.
The way she’s staring up at me right now makes my dick twitch.
She points down at the bar, though, and my hip spasms just looking at it. “No, thanks.”
“Is it because you’re injured?” She gives me a flat, snarky little smile. I don’t think I’m fooling her at all.
“I’m not injured,” I reply, feeling her gaze coast over me, mimicking the sweat trailing down my spine.
She just sighs. “Okay. You’re not injured. But . . .” She rolls the bar off herself and pushes to stand before me. I watch a bead of perspiration roll down her chest, through the valley between her breasts, and straight into her hot pink sports bra. “Pretend a bull rider was injured.”
Summer flips a palm in my direction and widens her eyes slightly. “What would be a common injury for him to deal with?”
I regard her, seeing what she’s doing here and trying to decide if I want to trust her enough to go with it.
“Hands and shoulders,” I blurt. She nods as my eyes drop to the bar she was hip thrusting. “And sometimes hips.”
Her finger taps against her lips, and she hums thoughtfully. “So, this pretend bull rider would probably benefit from a specialized workout that includes core exercises? And maybe some stretching?”