I gripped her hips and hoisted her up so she could grab the bar, then I released her. Her butt was at eye level now and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would be to eat her out like this. It would be a fun challenge to see how long she could hang from the bar while I did.
I took a step back when she began doing pull-ups. Her upper body strength wasn’t as good as her leg strength, but she managed eight strict pull-ups which wasn’t bad for a woman. She dropped to the ground, panting. With a grin, I jumped up and gripped the bar, then started doing muscle-ups. They were more effective than pull-ups but also far more advanced.
“I wish I could do those,” Gemma said.
I landed beside her. “We’ll work on it. You can do it if you stay focused.”
“I love it that we can work out together,” she admitted.
We switched to legs after that, working out in comfortable silence, me enjoying the sight of Gemma doing deadlifts. It was a magnificent view.
I watched her do another deadlift, my mind wandering to how it would be to have her bend over like that and bury my face in her pussy, really eat her out until my face was covered in her juices, make her come good and hard before I’d fuck her.
Gemma narrowed her eyes at me in the mirror then her gaze slipped lower and she dropped the barbell with a clang. My wandering thought had had a visible effect on my groin area. Even my workout shorts couldn’t hide my dick.
Gemma’s face turned red then she straightened with a huff. I shrugged and went over to her. “Come on, Gem,” I said in a low voice. “Is it really so bad that the sight of you bending over gives me a hard-on?”
She pursed her lips, too stubborn to tell the truth.
I’d never admit that it gave me a thrill to know that I turned on Savio like that. Of course, his smirk said he knew exactly what I was thinking. He cupped my face and kissed me possessively. I stood on my tiptoes, my palms pressing against his sweaty, muscled chest.
Savio’s kisses were addicting and I was the junkie that couldn’t resist its favorite drug. Slowly his lips traveled south, licking and nibbling my throat in a tantalizing way that sent spears of desire through my entire body.
He sucked at my skin until the teasing prickling turned into a dull pain. I gasped from the mix of pain and pleasure. He pulled back with a satisfied grin and my hand flew up to touch the throbbing spot. “Did you give me a hickey?” I whispered in a voice I hardly recognized.
“You are mine, and I like seeing proof of it on your body.”
I was torn between shoving him away and pulling him in for another kiss. The decision was taken from me when Nino stepped in, followed by Fabiano. I quickly took a step back from Savio, heat shooting into my head at what they might have seen or heard.
Nino’s cold gray eyes flitted from his brother to me and he tilted his head in greeting, “If we’re interrupting anything, we can work out somewhere else.”
“No,” I blurted.
Fabiano’s eyes lingered on my throat and I pressed my fingers to the spot. “Good morning, Gemma.” His voice was restrained politeness. He was like a brother to Savio, but I knew even less about him than about Nino, Remo, and Adamo—except for the fact that he was Enforcer like my brother and had beaten up Toni’s dad.
I gave him a tense smile. He exchanged a look with Savio before he headed for the bench press while Nino began to do muscle-ups. None of them wore shirts, unabashed about their bodies like Savio.
Savio picked up his barbell and did a round of deadlifts, then motioned for me to finish my last round.
Neither Fabiano nor Nino were paying any attention to me, at least not outwardly, focused on their workout, but I still felt under scrutiny. I was an intruder in their tight-knit family. It would take time for me to prove myself, not just to them, but also to Savio.
After our workout, all four of us headed to the kitchen. Savio, Fabiano and Nino talked about a few clubs and their rentability. I was too nervous about my first day in the Falcone mansion to focus on it though.