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In a few harsh thrusts, Chase’s body goes rigid. One hand clamps my shoulder in a bruising hold, forcing me onto his thick cock over and over. I spiral into yet another smaller but equally satisfying orgasm.

His hot semen coats my insides warming me from the inside out as I collapse against his chest. We didn’t even take our clothes off, too hurried to connect with one another.

Chase’s arms soothe up and down my back, his length softening, but still deep inside. “Feel better?” He asks. “I know I do.” He punctuates the question with a little thrust that sends aftershocks to tingle and flex at my core.

“Actually, I do.” I snuggle into his neck. “You know sex isn’t going to be the answer to everything right?”

“And why not?” He digs his hand into the hair at my nape, and I pull back to stare deep into his eyes, still filled with lust but softer now and more blue.

“Because, well,”—I think about it for a few seconds—“I can’t really come up with anything.” I smile.

“Oh, I cancomeupwith something.” He punctuates with a lift of his hips.

“You’re a nut,” I nuzzle his neck and lick the salty skin there.

“But you love me,” he chuckles. It’s such a beautiful sound.

“Yes, yes I do.”

Chapter 7

X

It’s time. The locker room is empty, devoid of testosterone junkies, and people so fat they’ll never lose that elusive twenty pounds they think will free them. I find the locker I want. I’d spied on him enough this past week to figure him out. He’s so fucking predictable. His locker combination is his daughter’s birthday. If it was Gillian’s I’d have to figure out a more tortuous plan. I set the cylinder into the square space and connect the cord to the hinge of the locker. When it opens again…BOOM! No more Phillip.

Chills of excitement mingle with the unstoppable anticipation, and vision of seeing my girl at his funeral. Clad all in black, her beautiful face mourning the loss of a man that will one day be a lousy memory. I’ll make sure of that. My dick hardens as I think about what her face will look like when she finds out her best friend for the last decade, her first fuck, is gone in the blink of an eye. Poof!

It’s almost too fucking easy. Footsteps approach and I turn around and pretend to just be putting my sweatshirt on. I have a beanie slung low, covering my hair color. Another patron sits down and proceeds to change into his workout gear. Ignoring him, I keep a low profile by tying my shoes, never making eye contact. It wouldn’t do for a witness to be able to remember me. Doesn’t matter though. I frequent this gym all the time. Today, I came in through the back with a trainer buddy of mine, so there’s no record I was here. Now it’s time to solidify my alibi.

Once alone, I creep to the back of the gym and slip out the door. I pull off the sweatshirt leaving me in a bright red t-shirt. Very noticeable. I rip off the beanie and throw both items in my car then make my way around to the front. As I walk in, the girl at the counter flirts with me, and I make a point to talk her up for a few minutes while logging in.

“Have a nice workout,” she says seductively.

“Oh, I think today is going to be a real blast,” I chuckle at my own joke.

“Yeah, a blast. Totally!” she winks.

I turn and roll my eyes. Stupid bimbo. Like I’d bed a plastic woman when I can have someone as precious as my Gillian. A woman who doesn’t need any surgical alterations. Her body was crafted by the angels. When I close my eyes, I can still remember her creamy skin, the rose-tipped nipples, the small strip of red, nestled at the apex of her thighs. Even her scent calls to me. She always smelled of vanilla. I can’t enter Starbucks without salivating with thoughts of her.

Setting up on a machine far away from the locker rooms, I hop on an elliptical and wait. Twenty minutes into my workout he comes walking through the doors. His tall frame is wrapped from head to toe in Nike. Could the asshole be any more pathetic? A sadistic grin slips across my face as I watch my reflection in the mirror. All hell is about to break loose.

A few minutes later, the beautiful music of blood curdling screams, coupled with pandemonium, breaks out near the locker room. That grimy prick is yelling for people to get back and get out. That’s when the roar of the blast knocks me on my ass. The earplugs I put into my ears barely dull the roar as the entire building shakes. The lights of the gym flicker out. Smoke fills the main level as people cry and struggle to their feet to help one another out. I run over to the locker room area to assess the damage. There is a huge hole where the locker room used to be. Bodies are everywhere. Some are gasping in pain, others are not moving. Including one brown-haired shmuck. He is under a large chunk of debris. I can’t tell if he’s alive or dead. My hope is the latter, but I’m pissed that the bomb had a delay in going off. He must have barely opened the locker at first, or maybe the wire didn’t shift enough when he opened it. Either way, it eventually went off, destroying this corner of the building but not his face like it should have. Dammit all to hell.

“Buddy, a hand…” says a hoarse voice to my right. I look down and see the man that I’d sat next to earlier in the locker room.

Realizing that standing here was making a scene, I jump into action, helping others remove large pieces of plaster off of patrons. Blood pools on the ground near a few peoples’ heads. They aren’t breathing. Casualties of war. I’d seen a lot of it when I served time in Afghanistan. Sometimes you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I should feel bad, but I don’t. Death doesn’t sadden me. It’s a part of life.

The first responders arrive in a flurry of activity. As I’m carrying a woman whose leg would probably need to be amputated, I see a paramedic put his fingers to Phillip’s lifeless body. A beat later, the words that he says fill me with a rage so deep, I’m not sure I can contain it.

“Hey, stretcher over here. Got a pulse!” The paramedic yells for others to pull the rubble off Phillip’s body as he works on keeping him alive.

“Mother fucker” I say under my breath as I make it outside into the fresh air. A fireman rushes over to me to carry the woman in my arms over to another ambulance.

The pretty bimbo I saw earlier runs over to me and flings herself into my arms. It is with extreme effort that I don’t shove her off me and onto the ground. “Oh my God. I’m so glad you’re okay!” she cries into my neck. I grit my teeth so hard I can hear the grinding sound deep within my skull.

“I’m fine. You should get checked out though.”

She sniffs into my neck and nods. Disgusting. “Okay, yeah. I’ll see you soon?” she worries her lip.

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