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Pascal’s smile lit up.

Tor sniffed. “That’s okay, Supergal. They don’t appreciate monster dick like you and me. We’ll make a great team.”

“Team monster dick.” Astra raised a fist and bumped it with Tor’s.

I rubbed my forehead and laughed. “God, how old are we?”

“Old enough to read about monster dick,” Tor quipped, taking the hint and returning to eating.

I laughed and ate the rest of my meal. This past week, I worked out in the gym like mad to expend restless energy for not being in training, out on a mission, and to harness the burn of my muscles to ward off thoughts of Sunset. All that exercise worked up an appetite.

For the time ever, I began to imagine our future as contractor superheroes saving the world from villains, and the idea didn’t seem as childish or stupid when we kind of already did that. I never got lost in fantasy because of the pressure my father used to put on me, but now I found the appeal in it, and finally came around to my girlfriend and two buddies’ viewpoint. These three changed me for the better, and I couldn’t imagine a future without them.

CHAPTER 22 - ASTRA

“Go on, go train.” I patted Knoxe on the chest. His shoulders hadn’t stopped twitching during our entire stroll out in the yard for some sunlight and fresh air after days spent lounging inside.

None of my men left my side the past two forty-eight-hours to complete their usual gym routine. They didn’t have to babysit me twenty-four-seven.

He curled his fingers harder over mine. “No, I’m staying with you.”

“So am I.” Pascal slid up behind me to keep my back warm.

“Make that three.” Tor closed me in on the left in his wheelchair.

The space opposite him felt cold without Raze to lock my quadrant of men. I didn’t let my mind drift to any more of those dark, lonely thoughts. I held tight to the belief we’d be reunited soon.

“I can tell you’re getting twitchy without a workout,” I said to them. “Go do some chin-ups or something while I fangirl over your arms.” An exercise I could one hundred percent get behind.

Knoxe squeezed my ass and cracked a gorgeous smile. “A typical response from you, Miss Romance Queen.”

Tor spanked me on the opposite cheek. “Objectify me all you want, Supergal. I enjoy it.”

Yeah, he did. Show off.

“I’m with Tor on that one.” Pascal surprised me with a flash of his bicep in the air, and my heart skipped to a faster beat that my shy man came out of his shell more each day, and I loved his shining confidence.

We arrived at the outdoor fitness equipment, and Knoxe stretched his body and removed his shirt before commencing his set. The flex of his delicious muscles mesmerized me for a few seconds before I realized I had to scout for danger while my men expelled restless energy. It paid to be wary of gang members sneaking up on us for a surprise ambush. Most of those assholes escaped, and we didn’t have to worry about our personal safety as much, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

Pascal came up beside me, sliding his arm over my shoulder, keeping guard with me, when he and Raze used to scout for Knoxe, me, and Tor while we exercised and swapped spots and vice versa.

Tor freed himself from his shirt to avoid sweating in his uniform and completed his upper body stretches. All warmed up, he positioned himself at the lower bar the prison installed for him to perform upper body strengthening exercises.

“Give me a boost, Supergal.” He gave me an equally impressive view of his sexy body.

“You don’t need one.” I slapped his behind as he elevated himself from his chair and completed one chin-up.

“No, but I want your hands on me to make Knoxe jealous.” I gave him a harder crack for that.

Knoxe grunted and lifted himself into the air. “I’ve got better arms, and she’ll watch me for the whole spot.”

“Touché!” Tor chuckled.

“I’ve got the best ass.” Pascal wiggled his hips from side to side.

I laughed, groping his behind and humming. “He’s right, you know.”

“Don’t forget us,” Tor reminded. “Our asses will get cold if you spend the whole set with P-Man.”

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