Page 110 of Interference

I laughed, dizzy with all these happy feelings. “I don’t think we’ll blow through the entire pack tonight.”

“No, probably not. And I do have to skate tomorrow, so…” He grimaced.

I carded my fingers through his hair. “We won’t overdo it. I haven’t done anything in so long and I’m so out of shape, I can’t guarantee I have the stamina anyway.”

He shrugged. “We can pace ourselves.”

“Good. Because otherwise you might kill me.”

Anthony laughed, and my God, his smile was so damn beautiful.

I shifted a little, inching closer to him just because I loved how his body felt against mine. “Maybe I’ll have to work on my stamina. Get in some better shape now that I’m eating well enough to exercise.” I pursed my lips. “I could probably use some of my VA money for a gym membership…”

“You don’t have to do any of that for me,” he said. “Just so we’re clear. But if you do want to, you’re welcome to use my home gym.”

“You have a home gym?”

He nodded. “I mostly use it during the off season, since I’m not training with the team. But yeah, downstairs, the door across from the laundry room.” He gestured vaguely in that direction. “Feel free to use anything in there.”

Oh hell. The thought of getting back on my fitness regimen—or even something in its ballpark—sounded amazing. It would be painful for a while, but once I broke through that initial start, I could tone some of the muscles that had gotten weak over the last year.

“That would be great,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Just don’t let the cats in there. They’ll throw tantrums and act like you’re being the worst person ever, but it’s off limits for them.”

“Noted. Is it okay if Lily is in there?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He waved a hand before letting it rest on my waist. “They just get into things and I’m worried they’ll get hurt. She’s well-trained enough, she’s not going to stick her paw where it doesn’t belong.”

I chuckled. “Why do I feel like this rule is more because of Bear than Moose?”

Anthony rolled his eyes and nodded. “That cat has zero survival instincts, I swear.”

“You don’t say. And yes, I’ll keep them out of there.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation fell into a comfortable lull, and we just lay there for a while, cuddling close but not talking or trying to wind each other up. My mind again went back to wondering how in the world we’d ended up here—I still couldn’t believe it—and this time, lingered on what we’d been doing before we’d started fooling around.

Meeting his eyes again, I cleared my throat. “So, I noticed on your profile you’re a vers bottom.”

Anthony nodded.

I shifted a little. “For the record, I don’t bottom. At all.” I lifted my eyebrows. “Are you good with that?”

“Oh yeah,” he said with no hesitation. “Definitely.”

“Are you sure?” I stroked my fingertips down his arm. “I don’t want you to be missing something you really like, you know?”

His soft smile made my spine tingle. “I’ll be fine.” He must’ve seen the uncertainty in my eyes, because he continued. “Listen, when I said it’s been over a year since I bottomed, I didn’t just mean the year since Simon and I stopped having sex at all.” Anthony half-shrugged. “He didn’t like anal.”

I blinked. “Oh. So you… You haven’t done it at all since you two got together?”

He nodded. “Yeah. And it was fine, you know? It wasn’t his thing, and I wanted to be with him, so…”

“Were you still satisfied without it?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Anthony made a dismissive gesture. “I love anal, but if my partner’s not into it, there’s still plenty we can do.” He paused, then added with a self-conscious chuckle, “Though admittedly, I’ve been wanting it so bad ever since he and I broke up.”

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