orgasm hit me like a punch in the gut, intense, but short, making my toes curl in my trainers as I came over my hand and the inside of my sweatpants like a teenager.
Tex just had that effect on me.
I sat there for a moment, on the bench, breath heaving and blood pounding in my ears as I rode out the trembling aftershocks of my orgasm with my hand still down the front of my pants. So I didn’t hear the treadmill stop.
The door knocked open. “Jazz?”
Only by pure luck was my back to the door. I ripped my hands out of my pants and rubbed my sticky palm frantically on my thigh, and then kept my hand there to cover the extremely obvious wet spot.
“Jazz? You all right?” Tex sounded suddenly concerned as he stepped closer.
I curled myself further forward in a desperate bid to keep myself hidden from Tex’s eyes. I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just gimme a second.”
“What happened?”
Oh, come on—he shifted on his feet like he was about to put his hand on my shoulder, and I scooted awkwardly down the bench to get out of reach. His brow furrowed.
“Just a cramp,” I said. “Seriously, I’m fine.”
For a moment, Tex looked genuinely concerned, like he thought I was underplaying my supposed injury. Crazily, I considered telling the truth just so he wouldn’t look so worried. No, Tex, I’m fine, just jerking off to you while you’re twenty feet away in the other room. No biggie.
Something in my expression must’ve convinced him, though, because he shrugged a little bit and stepped back. “You should eat a banana,” he said. “Cramps mean you’re not getting enough potassium.”
“Why do you know that?” I grumbled. The last thing I needed now was the mental image of Tex and phallic foods. I ground my palm into the wet spot on my thigh, pretending I was massaging out a cramp there.
“You need a hand?” Tex asked.
Fuck. I mean, I did, but not like that. “No, I’m good. Just gimme a second.”
Tex didn’t look convinced, but he nodded and stepped out of the locker room. Luckily for me I had a clean pair of workout shorts with me, and I changed into them briskly, and then stuffed my sweatpants into my gym bag. I glanced in the mirror above the sink and couldn’t help but laugh at my reflection. There was still a bit of a flush in my face, but I could easily pass that off as the post-workout high—I definitely looked a little riled up, though, from such a close call.
I stepped out of the locker room, heart still pounding; Tex was waiting for me, even though we were only going upstairs. I’d told Heath to meet me at my room—I preferred to train him in the backyard when the weather was nice, so I didn’t have to deal with the hassle of rearranging the gym to fit the grappling mats. Tex had his hat back on, and the sight sent a fresh rush of arousal through me. I cleared my throat and hurried past him, up the stairs.
“Hey,” Tex as he followed. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Cramp’s gone. All good.”
“No, I mean…” Tex sighed, and even though he was behind me, I knew he was rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know. You just seem on edge.”
We went up the next flight of stairs, too, to the hallway where the clubhouse bedrooms were. I needed a shower. But Tex looked so concerned, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him hanging. We lingered in the hallway between our two bedrooms.
“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping,” I admitted, both telling him the truth and avoiding why I was so on edge right at this moment. “And I’m still getting used to having free time, you know? Everything in San Quentin was so regimented.”
Now that I had started talking about it, everything started to bubble up, threatening to pour over. “If I’m not busy, my mind starts to wander a little. To the bad parts. You know, the fights, the gangs… Being in solitary. So. That’s why I fixed up the weight room. Lifting fills the time, and it helps me sleep. But it’s not perfect, so I might be a little...worked up.”
“Fights?” Tex echoed. He stepped a little closer. But being boxed in between Tex’s body and the door behind me was comforting, in a way. Made it feel safer to say these things. “Solitary?”
“Yeah. There