Workout Unscramble Novels & Stories

I whispered when I turned back. Terrance gave one small nod. Good. We were officially not crazy. “So,” I continued, raising my voice slightly. “A split is just how you divide your workout routine during the week. Like today is Sunday—well, technically Monday now. So what muscle groups did you work out?” Terrance stepped back and threw himself into the most ridiculous stick-man pose I had ever seen, flailing his arms and legs dramatically while his curls bounced everywhere. “Like ALL OF THIIIIIS.”

Warren I fucked up. Well and truly. And I didn’t know how to fix it, which wasn’t like me, I knew how to fix issues, it was a simple call, pull of strings, words whispered to the right people and everything I needed to be done would be. But with Heron, there were no strings to pull, the irony of her being a seamstress was not lost on me. I stood a moment, the cold night air mocking me as I gripped tightly on the drink between my fingers. The smooth crystal glass, warping my features as I stared down at it. Not able to stomach the liquid for the first time.

"Mr. Brewer, hurry up and put it inside. I can't wait any longer." I swallowed hard and excitedly unzipped my pants. Pulling my manhood free, I pressed it against Hazel's skin. Hazel flinched, and she looked even more eager. "Ah! It's so hot." She wiggled her backside wildly, testing the contact, and trying to lower herself onto me. I glanced around. Everyone else was busy copying my workout style, so no one noticed me. I quickly positioned myself and pressed my manhood against her body.