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Page 44 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

Ryan’s high school stories are very different from Samuel’s.

Ryan’s are the kind that make me incredibly grateful I never went.

I don’t think I would have held up well in that environment, not the way I look.

As much as I think my mom is a money-grubbing grifter, she probably did me a favor by pimping out my childhood to anyone who wanted to photograph me anywhere in the world.

“Speaking of assholes,” I say, “We need to get Deacon laid. Who do I need to talk to about that?”

Ryan bursts into a laugh. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“What do we think his type is, though? Besides you, since you’re taken.”

“I dispute this theory that he was ever into me.”

“Well, you were straight for too long. He was pining. Do we see anything happening with Evan?” I ask because I need Evan occupied with someone other than Samuel.

“I’m not sure,” Ryan says. “Evan’s going about it all wrong. Doing the friends thing.”

“Oh, God,” I say. “Well, at least that means he’s not just looking to hook up, right?”

“Fuck, I hope not. Can you imagine having a one night stand with your roommate and then bringing some guy home from a bar? ”

“Did Deacon ever bring anyone home when you lived there?” I ask.

“No, but he went out most weekends. Stayed out.”

“Hm. What do you think he’s into? Twinks? Twunks? Daddies?”

“Not a clue.”

“I’d guess twunks. Otherwise why would he work out so much?”

“Then I’m not sure why he’s not all over Evan.”

“True,” I say. “Evan’s got a nice body.”

“Not that I’ve noticed,” Ryan says, “but…”

“That ass.”

He raises his brows and nods.

Arms wrap around my waist from behind, and a too familiar black eye appears in my periphery. “What are we talking about?”

I slide my fingers between Samuel’s and squeeze his hand. “Deacon’s type.”

“Super hung gym bro,” Samuel says.

I laugh.

“What? He was checking me out earlier.”

“Excuse me?” I say, more hackles I didn’t know I possessed rising.

“Not like he wanted to do me, just like—appreciative.”

“Um, no. Unacceptable. Did you tell him you were taken?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious who’s holding my leash,” he says.

Ryan chuckles. “He’s not wrong.”

“Am I giving off a vibe I’m not aware of?” I ask them both.

“Touch him and die?” Ryan says. “You both are.”

Samuel huffs.

Malcolm joins Ryan on his other side and puts his own possessive hand on Ryan’s lower back. “Watching you guys kiss out there was pretty hot,” Mal says.

I blush, and Sam laughs .

Ryan gives Mal a look I can’t see.

Mal just smiles at his stepbrother/lover/boyfriend, whatever. “I was just saying it made me wanna dance. Care to join?”

“In a dark corner,” Ryan says. “Maybe.”

They walk off together, and Rachel’s long gone, so I squirm until Samuel lets me turn around and look up at him. “Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

“They haven’t brought out the cake yet,” I say.

“I have to be up early, and I can’t eat cake.”

“What did you weigh today?” I ask because he weighs himself every day, multiple times a day now.

“One ninety-nine.”

“You lost two pounds in a day?”

“I’m not counting it unless it’s the same or less tomorrow. You wanna help me cut some weight tonight? I had an idea while I was dancing with Pri.”

“Why? What did she do with you? You’re all sweaty.”

“That’s what gave me the idea.”

“Do I get a hint?”

“It’s gonna be really hot.”

It turns out, Samuel wasn’t joking. Once we’re back at his place, he takes a shower while the heater cranks up, and I nearly perish on the bed. Beauty is lolling on the hardwood part of the floor, panting in front of a fan Sam put down for her, and I’ve had to take off my outer garments.

I was hoping to do more of a reveal, because I’ve never worn anything remotely like this body stocking, but I’m literally dribbling ice cubes on my chest by the time Samuel steps out of the overly steamy bathroom. “Jesus fuck,” he says upon seeing me.

“I couldn’t wait. You better lose five pounds in this heat. ”

“From what you told me, hot yoga is worse. I only set it at eighty-five.”

“Eighty-five, huh? Wow. Feels like one-twenty.”

“Is that ice?” he asks, tossing aside his towel and climbing onto the bed.

“It was,” I tell him.

“Did I ever tell you you’re the best workout buddy ever?”

“No.”

“Well, you are. My sexy little gym bro.” He grabs my white fishnet covered calves and starts pressing searing hot kisses to them.

The garment covers my chest, which I don’t usually do, but felt like it was worth a try when I came across this thing on the internet.

“I’m not the only one getting creative,” he says.

“Gotta keep your eyes on me at all times. Didn’t work tonight, though.”

“If you’d been walking around in this, I promise I’d have been paying a lot more attention.”

“Technically, I was walking around in this.”

“That’s what you get for keeping secrets, then,” he says, moving his mouth up my inner thighs.

Ouch . I don’t want to think about my conversation with Rachel, so I find my dick and start stroking it. This body stocking has cutouts everywhere. The sides, the crotch, a keyhole opening at the chest. It’s the sluttiest thing I’ve ever seen, which is why I had to get one.

Samuel is both wet from the shower, and sweat is already beading on his shorn scalp. “I’m assuming we can’t open a window…” I say.

“Defeats the whole purpose. I need a good workout, so this might require some edging.”

I laugh. “Do you even know how to do that?”

“Just be a good partner and tell me when you’re getting close. I’m gonna need you to flip over. ”

“Is that my only job?”

“Your primary job is to be a good little hole for me.”

I bite my lip and try not to laugh because that shouldn’t be funny, and it shouldn’t turn me on, but fuck, I love him.

“You’re gonna miss my face,” I warn him.

“I know where to find it,” he says and sits back.

I do as I’m told and turn over.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” he says, seeing the cut out between my cheeks. “I was prepared to start ripping.”

“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t rip it a little.”

“Mm…baby,” he says, taking my ass in his hands and spreading it open. “You’re killing me.”

“Yeah?”

“Like—” He spits on my ass. “I feel like I must really mean something to you for you to dress up for me and give me this perfect hole. Putting yourself through all the rigors of training just for me.”

“It’s actually easier for me this way because I don’t have to see all the bruises.”

“Oh, that’s it, huh?” I hear the lube open, but he doesn’t give any to me. Over my shoulder I watch him push his cock through his fist.

“Not too much,” I tell him.

“It’s barely any,” he assures me.

Our eyes meet, and he tests my opening with a few nudges of his dick. I guess foreplay is over. Maybe I deserve it. I should probably stop giving him shit about his training injuries. He’s bound to have a limit somewhere.

Bearing down, I let him in, and we both make a noise. His sounds like relief, and mine is more like I’ve been struck. “Mm, you feel bigger.”

“You feel tighter,” he says, drawing his length slowly back and forth like he’s relishing every inch. “I’m gonna do some of that lower back work,” he tells me before planting his hands on the bed, bending over me and isolating his hips to thrust.

I make a non-sensical noise consisting of p’s and h’s, unable to keep myself from matching his rhythm. I get that he’s supposed to be doing the work here, but goddamn this feels good.

“Baby?” he asks.

I respond with a whining, “Uh-huh?”

“Remember to tell me if you get close.”

“Okay, babe. I will.”

“Grab the headboard, angel,” he says.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I mewl.

Sam lets out a satisfied growl and punches into me with more purpose. I reach for the headboard and hang on. “That’s it, gorgeous. We’re gonna find out how long this gorgeous pussy can take this thick cock tonight.”

I moan at the words. I want to tell him it’s not a fair playing field with the heater on, but I don’t have it in me. Anyway, if I pass out, I’ll just be able to do my part longer.

“Bear with me,” he says. “I’m gonna try something different.”

His cock slides out of me, and his hands appear on either side of my face. I look back to see him moving from his knees to his feet. Oh, wow. I arch my back a little more, seeing where this is headed.

“Gotta incorporate the big muscle groups,” he says.

“Right,” I whisper, just before he plunges back inside. I’ve only ever seen this position in porn, but I instantly love it. The angle is a direct hit to my prostate, and it makes my entire body destabilize. “Close, babe.” I cry out. “Fuck.”

“Just don’t collapse on me,” he says.

“Mmph…’kay.”

I scramble into a more stable position with my elbows on the mattress and tighten my core.

He drills my prostate, the bed bouncing like crazy, and it’s all insanely stimulating.

Almost immediately my body detonates with one of those terrible, awful, mind-melting, body blazing prostate orgasms that feels like it’s remaking my insides.

“Hang in there, baby,” he says. “Just a few more sets. That feels fucking incredible by the way. When you come on my cock.”

“Okay,” I whimper, or maybe sob.

I might be going crazy, but I think he’s counting down. From some really high number. I catch twenty-seven and then twelve before a second orgasm rips up my legs and spine and causes me to gush cum. It’s not a big load or a spray, but what it does to my body is intense as fuck.

Everything is wet. His sweat is dripping onto my back, and my hair is drenched. My face is too hot to keep planting it into the pillows, so I turn to the side and try to breathe.

It’s so stuffy. I’m gasping.

“Two minute time out,” he calls. When he slides out of me this time, I do collapse. His strong hands rub my splayed thighs, giving me a good massage. He’s breathing heavy, too, which I guess means this is working.

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