Alpha's Mate And Desire

5...Mate exercise...

I craved the excitement and mischief that came with Barry, so I dived right into the danger.

[Flashback continues]
Barry's hands still maintained contact with my hand, and compared to his rough personality, there was gentleness in the way he held my hand, like I was a princess.

He parted his lips to talk, bringing out a soft, minty breath that mildly fanned my face. His lips are so close to my face, and with just one stupid mistake in the movement of his head, his lips will be touching mine.

"Are you sure you didn't report me to the trainer just because you got used to my attitudes? Or..." He took a step closer to close the very tiny gap between us. He brought his lips very close to my ear. "Or you just want me around" His voice is hushed, husky and could literally seduce me. I could literally feel the growing heat between us, as well as his hard, built body making contact with my soft one.

"Touching you gently..." He slid his hands up to my arms slowly, then stretched them straight sideways, increasing my heartbeat and body temperature in the process.

I don't know if the 'gentle' touch he was talking about was something sexual or just a normal physical contact.

"Touching you so slowly," he whispered softly, his lips and tongue dangerously close to making contact with my ear. "Because you want to make Pete jealous for not giving you his attention."

I blinked.

Make Pete jealous? I blinked again.

Make Pete jealous. Geez.....Barry got it all wrong-totally wrong.

"You got it wrong" I whispered to him, my arms still stretched straight.

He looked into my eyes the way he does with intensity. "I know." He took a step back, "I know"
He was confusing me.

"Though I'm not totally wrong" He said with a smirk.sa"You are still hoping that one day he will notice you and see the sexiness growth has given you." He analysed, giving me a once-over, then he averted his gaze and directed it to Pete, who now had his attention on an older girl with moderate hips and a round, attractive breast that spilled out of her tank top.

I felt sad as I watched Pete's eyes slide the girl's body shape when he did not do the same with me. He compliments my body, but not in a way that hints that he desires it, while I lust after his masculine body.

"Aw. Don't get sad" Barry teased. "You should make him sad instead. You are the girl here. You have that power" Barry said with a low voice "You know, I was quite surprised a guy would make you feel this bad when it should be the other way around."

My arms stretched sideways wasn't in a straight line anymore; it was bending sideways, and Barry helped to straighten it back again. The way his hand slides over my arm makes it look like he wants to do more than straighten. I swallowed slowly.

"Pixie?" I heard the trainer call my name, making me drop my hands to my side and quickly take a step backwards from Barry. I looked back at him to find him narrowing his eyes at Barry and me.

"Is everything okay there?" He asked, his eyes still trying to study us.

I glanced at Barry, whose back was facing the trainer. He was staring at me with intensity in a daring way. I looked at the trainer and answered with a small smile.

"Yeah. Everything is fine, sir"

"Are you sure? I can change your trainer if you want."

"That won't be necessary, sir," I quickly said, and I got tempted to glance at Barry again. He had a smirk on his face.

The trainer sighed, not satisfied with my answer. "You can change the training style so he does not have to stand this close to you."

I nodded and smiled. When I looked back at Barry, his smirk had become more mischievous than it had been seconds ago.

He licked his red lips, making them redder and moist. "You don't want to stay away from me, huh?" He teased, and I rolled my eyes. He glanced at Pete, bringing my attention back to my crush, who was still flirting with the hot girl.

"You are really bent on making him jealous," Barry said with that mischief in his tone and eyes. "The trainer suggested a change of training, and that makes this thing a whole lot better; that's if you still want to get to Pete."

The way he talked told me I couldn't trust him and I shouldn't agree to this, but I still gave him a nod. I love troubles, don't I?

He gave me a lopsided smile and threw Pete one last glance before he confidently walked over to a mat with a hand in his joggers, then he gestured me over with a wave of his hand.

"Lie down," he ordered, gesturing towards the gym mat and putting his other hand in the pocket of his pants.

I gave him a fierce look. He sighed softly and looked around. "Don't look at me like I wanna fuck you on the mat."

With a bite of my lip, I hesitantly laid flat on the mat like every other person having a training session on the mat.

Barry folded his arms across his large chest, which he got as a natural gift and built artificially. He assessed me and licked his lips, then held a little portion of his pants with his fingers to draw them up a little before squatting beside me.

"Place your hands behind your ear."

He commanded calmly, the deepness of his voice ringing into my ear. I exhaled before obeying, my eyes set straight forward. He came closer and adjusted my arms in the right position, his touch on my skin almost setting it on fire.

I let my eyes go up to his face, studying him. His eyes were serious, and his lips were forming a sexy shape due to the look of concentration his face was set in.

He kneeled in front of me and pressed his hands on each of my feet. "Sit up"

I obeyed his second command. As I sat up, his eyes went into mine, making me slightly part my lips at the unexpected deep eye contact before laying back and repeating the sit-up action with my hands behind my head.

Anytime our eyes connected, something in my stomach would drop. His gaze was fixated on my face only, and the glint of tease usually in his eyes soon disappeared to be replaced with another type of glint.

The workout continued, sometimes allowing my face to come so close to his own and our eyes to not leave each other. With each sit-up, the eye contact became more intense that it soon felt like I was on fire.

"I think we should stop" he said in a whisper, and I landed on my back, breathing softly and my heart racing.

"Yeah" I agreed in a breath.

He was still in front of me, studying me. I sat up, but not for exercise this time. "I don't think a sit-up exercise would make Pete jealous. He is much more mature than that" I said, glancing at Pete, who still had not even cast a glance at me.

Barry bit his lip playfully, a grin on his face. "Who said we were stopping at just a sit-up exercise?"

I blinked, and he chuckled. A short laugh lit up his face, made him look more playful, and almost made me forget I had a crush standing just a few feet away.

"We are just getting started, P." Barry spelled out with a tone and look that practically screamed 'Bad. Bad. Bad'

I'm fucked.

He traced his finger from my left cheek down to my chin, right below my lips. "Let's get started, shall we?" His voice was low, and his green eyes bore deep into mine.

The sane part of me wants to tell Barry 'no', but the insane part of me was totally agreeing to everything he says, anticipating the naughty things he would do to me.