Page 42 of Boys Who Taint

“Of course. And we can chat while you’re working out those fantastic buns,” I reply.

Her scrunched-up face is magnificent.

“Did you forget your family is not supposed to talk to mine?” she asks.

“Why?”

“Levi?” she hisses like I don’t already know. I just enjoy seeing her get riled up.

I chuckle. “Freckles, I may be a Torres, but I am technically not his family. We’re only cousins.”

“Are you dense? Or just willfully obtuse?”

“The latter. But my side of the family did nothing wrong. We’re not involved with any of that mess, and I don’t take responsibility for anything Levi does,” I reply, leaning on her machine. “And as far as I know,nothingabout you is forbidden to me.”

Her eyes widen, and she swiftly rubs her own face with the towel to hide the blush. But I noticed.

Someone knocks on the window, and I glance sideways to the three girls waving at me while excitedly hopping.

Haven’t they had their fill yet? How many times are they going to beg me to twiddle their clitties before they finally have enough and leave me alone? I have other priorities now.

“Don’t you have a harem to entertain?” she says, glancing at them too.

Damn.

“You want me to entertain you? You got it.”

Her jaw drops. “Hello, I did not say I was part of your little gang of admirers.”

But I’ve already moved back to my spot again, and am thoroughly enjoying the hateful darts she’s sending me as I begin doing pull-ups on the bar. All the way to the top with my chest and back again, losing one finger at a time, until all that’s left are my two middle fingers and her wide-open mouth.

Good girl.

Keep that mouth wide open for me, and I will make you drop to your knees while you’re at it.

All in due time.

Aspen

“See something you like?”Apollo asks.

Oh my God, does he ever stop?

I just want to get into shape so I can fight off whoever comes at me next, but Apollo just can’t stop budging in, and it’s pissing me off.

It doesn’t help that it’s hard to look away as he attempts another stunt while doing his calisthenics routine. His perfectly toned body is to die for, and he knows it.

But I’m here for a workout, to get strong so I can fight off whoever it is that snuck into my room, because I know he’ll come for me.

I grab my phone and force myself to avert my eyes and focus. It’s time I switched from burning calories to building muscle.

Wiping my face with the same towel I smacked him with, I jump off the bike and walk to the kettlebell area. I glance over my shoulder and watch him drop down the bar, patting down his hands. He looks around, and I swiftly turn my head back again so I don’t lure him.

“Lifting weights? Unnecessary.” His voice alone signals his arrival.

Goddammit.

“Not if you want to get stronger,” I reply. “You should know. You do it every day, ’Roid.”