Page 92 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“To infinity and beyond…” Rhys cackled.

“OK, but why?” I looked at each one of them in turn. “What makes someone look at poor old Buzz and think yes, he belongs up my Emperor Zurg?”

“Usually it’s ‘I slipped in the shower,’” Garrett replied. “Always suspiciously slippery showers.” He shrugged. “Honestly, I think it’s just dudes not feeling safe and secure enough to buy something purpose built. I just wish they’d use something with a flared base.”

“You seem well informed about this sort of thing.” The mood was pretty playful, so I figured I could join in. “Anything I need to know?”

And just like that, the vibe changed. The three of them weren’t men anymore, not with that hungry look in their eyes. They looked like wolves on the hunt. Garrett met my gaze, staring all the while as his lips twitched into a smile.

“Is that something that turns you on?”

My brain couldn’t help but conjure a scenario, one where we were back on Garrett’s bed. He was naked, golden and gleaming in the half light, and bent over… It wasn’t something I’d ever done, pegging a guy, but?—

“My mum always said you shouldn’t answer a question with a question.”

Where the hell had that prim little retort come from? What was I, twelve?

“So answer his, and we’ll answer yours.”

Rhys’ eyes danced with amusement, but it was more than that. He was leaning closer, edging into my space. That little movement had me seeing other things. Him prowling across the bed, the others doing the same, right before?—

“I…”

My heart beat fast in my chest as I felt a sudden pressure. To answer them, to say the right thing. I blinked and then watched my fingers toy with the stem of my glass. This wasn’t a test I needed to pass. It was then I remembered what Mandie had said to me. Treat this like a real date. Spend some time getting to know them. Make them prove they’d be good for me. My jaw flexed and I looked up with a smile.

“I just find it educational. And I’m suddenlyveryglad none of you own action figures.”

“Yeah, no plastic toys here,” Rhys said with a grin. “Just the real thing.”

“You won’t need toys around us.”

When I glanced across the table, Rhett looked suddenly serious.

“Not unless you want them,” Garrett added.

It was now that I realised why I sucked so hard at dating. I didn’t want to test anyone on anything, except their stamina in bed tonight. Instead I got to my feet, feeling the rush of the wine go to my head.

“What I want right now is to find the little girl’s room,” I said.

“I’ll come with.” My eyebrows jerked up as Rhys moved to join me. “Inside. I’ll escort you inside. We all need another drink and…” He shook his head and then held out his elbow. “Milady.”

Bronson barked, ready to come with us, forcing Rhett to grab his lead.

“I’ll be back in a sec, boy.”

Rhys took my hand once we got inside the busy pub, and we wound our way through the crowd until we finally found the toilets. Of course there was a long line of women waiting.

“I can hang out here,” he offered when I let out a little groan. “We can talk about work, or action figures, or?—”

“It’s fine.” It was when he pushed me backwards slightly, forcing my back to rest against the wall, and then leaned over. The noise, the other women, they all fell away when he was like this. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a woman, and lining up for the toilets is one of those moments.”

“Well, I for one…” His eyes slid down to the ridiculously revealing neckline of the dress. “Am very glad you’re a woman.” That mouth drew closer, hovering over mine. “That way I’m safe from having action figures shoved up my butt.”

I giggled, snorted, then went to clap my hand over my mouth in horror at the sound I made, but his lips were already there. They brushed over mine, sweet but also promising so much more. I sighed, wanting to deepen the kiss, when he pulled away.

“So, wine or a rum?”

What? My brain took a few moments to come back online.

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