Adrenaline Rush

Chapter Three

A/N: this is one of the original chapters that is actually proof-read!! hooray!!

Wiping the sweat from my forehead and neck, I stretch out the tense build-up in my neck as Jack continues to talk to his gym partner. The gym is allocated right next to the rink and shared by a few lanes of parked cars which makes for conveniency. Originally, the empty land was often used for an out-door ice rink during the Christmas period to increase promotions. After our first medals at Worlds, the ice rink immediately received endorsements and was able to expand and improve the facility to best suit our training, and the training of future olympians.

To that, co-owners Pete and Kat let us train in the rink or gym during closed hours whenever we wanted.

"Catch." I yell out before throwing my used towel to Jack.

"Thanks." Grabbing a new cloth to hide my smile as he begins wiping his face. After a few moments he pauses his conversation and tenses, lifting his eyes. "Why does this smell like you?"

Turning, I begin a brisk walk towards the locker room knowing that Jack is racing towards the male section attempting to out-run me. The female change rooms are relatively empty at 10pm but I still decide to shower at home.

Whether its all the creepy horror and thriller films Jack made us watch over the years, but a female washing at a public shower always ends up murdered or haunted.

Coach made us stay back another two hours to discuss certain ideas for our following programs whilst simultaneously preparing for the games too. Noticing my little freak out, Jack suggested we attend the gym and decidedly agreed to let out all my frustrations or tense feelings.

As I turn the corner, I glance around the open lounge area but fail to find a wild Jack seconds from pouncing like those animals on the Discovery Channel. Waiting for a beat, I practically run to the door and instantly feel his presence behind me as my fingers grasp the metal bar. Glancing around the almost-empty parking lot, I bolt to our car and make five steps before warm fingers wrap around my wast and hauls me up on his shoulder.

"Let me down! I'm sorry!" I yell as he continues his walk to the car, my face inches from his ass.

"I'm not letting you get away with giving me a towel filled with your disgusting sweat." He slaps my thigh and I suppress my yelp.

"Compared to your stink, my sweat is nowhere near disgusting." I repeat his movements, but slap his ass. Though the dark sky makes it hard to see, the clench of his ass cheeks can be seen and earns a laugh.

"Stop clenching your ass, there isn't any body to show off your incredible ass-muscles." Rolling my eyes again, I poke both cheeks again as his hold on my legs tighten.

"Its been a bit since you've seen my bare ass. Starting to think maybe you're missing it." My face reddens and I scoff. Yeah, right.

"As if, Mr. My-ass-is-my-best-asset."

Placing me down in front of his car, he walks to the drivers seat with a smirk. "It's Canada's ass."

I grimace before remembering all those comments flooding his DMs and social media posts. The near-harassment of thirsty teenagers to thirsty older women was somewhat creepy. Humming an agreement, I close the car door before turning and saying, "to a bunch of fourteen year olds, it sure is."

He shoots me a glare before throwing his and my duffle bag in the backseat and turning to me, a menacing grin suddenly replacing that glare. Anticipation grows in my belly as his eyes begin to glint with mischief as his head moves closer. Stuttering, I ask, "what are you doing?"