Page 31 of Fighting for Foster


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Good. She's taking it like a trooper so far.

I get on my bike behind her and my eyes are drawn to her ass. Shit. Today is gonna be a challenge watching her booty on that seat and not touching her. Promised myself I'd wait till her bruises are gone. They may fade but my fury at who put them there never will.

"You want to start fast or slow?" I ask her.

She squints into the sun. "Let's start with fast."

"My fast is pretty fast."

"Good. Go ahead. I like a challenge."

We take off and I lead the way onto the bike path. "How's it feel on a real bike instead of a stationary one?" I say to her over my shoulder.

She rides up next to me. "I love it! Totally different."

"Exactly."

I take off and work up to a faster speed. She's keeping up with me without breaking a sweat. This girl was meant for me if she likes a good hard workout.

She said she wanted a challenge, so I kick it up a notch and take off ahead of her. I hear her weak "hey" fading behind me. I make it to the top of an incline ahead of her and stop and wait. She's huffing up the hill and sweating now. It's fun to see the Bianchi princess all sweaty and working hard on a real bike.

"You still good?" I ask her.

"Wait." She holds up a hand and takes some deep heavy breaths.

"We can slow down."

She shakes her head and takes a sip of water from the water bottle attached to her bike. "No. No. I can do it. Don't go easy on me."

Awesome. I'm going to push her.

"Next time I'm gonna bring a backpack of bricks and make you wear it to slow you down."

That makes me chuckle. I like that she's thinking about doing this again. "You first." I motion for her to head down the incline.

She takes the lead and I get to watch her butt in the air, the wind in her hair. This is the best first date ever.

Of course I'm not gonna let her win, so I catch up and pass her again.

I hear another offended "hey" as I zoom past her.

Now I'm laughing because cycling with Mila is much more fun than I thought it would be.

***

After an hour of cycling, we make it back to our cars. Excellent workout. She's tough. As I'm putting the bikes back on the truck, I say, "Now we run."

She sighs and slumps her shoulders. "Really?"

"Unless you can't handle it? We can run another time."

She pulls her shoulders back and wipes the sweat from her chest. "No. I can do it. Let's run. I'm a good runner."

"Now you can do your yoga stretches."

"Okay." She busts into warrior pose again and looks up at me. "Do it with me."

Fine. I lunge down into warrior pose next to her. Her eyes follow my arm as I raise it up. She's checking me out just like I'm checking her out.

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