Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 43

The gym looked empty and I wondered if no one was ever around. I remember seeing the torn up

open sign at the front so the gym is definitely open.

But where was everyone? Where’s Blake? He told me he was here and he’ll wait for me. Dad had just dropped me off a few seconds ago. He had given me quite a few lectures before leaving.

I dump my gym bag on the wooden bench on the far corner and sighed. I had chosen to wear a matching pink sports bra and comfortable yoga pants, finishing it off with sneakers. I also pulled my loose curly lengthy hair in a ponytail to keep it away from my face.

I looked at the clock on the far wall opposite to me. It reads three forty. As soon as I had gotten home from school today, I went straight to shower and got dressed. But now I was wondering why I had showered when I’d eventually sweat.

The door where Blake first fingered me cracks open. Blake walks out in confident strides. He’s busy scrolling on the phone to notice me just yet. He was also shirtless and looked like he had already started exercising judging by the thin sweat coating his skin. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Why is this gym always empty when I come here?” I voiced out my thoughts. From what I

heard this gym was really popular especially with a top boxer like Blake.

He finally notices my presence and smiles, pushing the phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Because Austin doesn’t want anyone to see how I train for my matches. So when the clock hits three thirty the gym is mine alone until five. It’s always been that way from the first time I won my match.” He answers and strides towards me.

“I guess my boyfriend’s a badas boxer.” I joked and wrap my arms around his head. He smirks down at me, trailing his hands down until he grasps the soft mounds of my as. He squeezes it before hoisting me up.

I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You guess? Baby I am.” He winks and pulls me in for a kiss. It quickly turns heated and I resist the urge to moan out loud.

Pulling away a bit, I smile on his parted lips. “You’re cocky.” I teased. “Ew.” I laugh when his tongue darts out to lick from my chin to my lips in a playful manner.