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It only spurs Heath on.
They take a break, absolutely drenched in sweat as they glug some water on the bench with me. Fuck, I’d love some action with them like this, but the testosterone is nowhere near my pussy when they towel the sweat from their brows. They get set to jump right back in there.
“You’re really fucking good,” Josh says to Heath.
“You sound really fucking surprised.”
Josh shrugs. “Maybe I am.”
“Maybe I’ll surprise you some more. First to ten?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
I’m surprised they make it to ten, honestly. Their muscles are going to be aching like fucking hell tomorrow after the workout they’ve been doing in there.
You couldn’t make it up when they get to nine all and it comes down to the final play.
I can barely look, because it’s too intense for fucking words. Whoever comes out on top is going to be singing it from the rooftops.
I’m open mouthed when it’s Heath that steals the victory, because WTF?? Something subconscious in me always assumes Josh is going to win, I guess. He’s built to be a winner in any circumstance, and with sport he takes it so seriously.
My boyfriend is shaking his head when they step out of there, but there is no animosity, just admiration on his face as he stares at the man before him.
“You slayed it,” he says. “Fucking hell, Heath, if Nighttime Whispers dries up, take up squash. You’re like a bloody pro.”
“Thanks.”
That one simple word is all Heath has to say about his glory. No gloating, like I figured there would be. No yelling to the rafters and claiming to be the dog’s bollocks. Just a handshake and areally enjoyed that, honestly, you rocked it.
From an outsider’s point of view, you’d think this was Heath’s reward, not Josh’s.
That makes me feel kinda sad.
Heath Mason enjoying a squash game this much – as though it’s an anomaly of daily life.
Guess it is, though, for a man like him.
We’re back up in the kitchen when Heath presents the next proposal envelope. He looks almost sheepish as I take it from him, holding up his hands.
“This is a weird one, ok? Just something I wanted. Something I’ve been missing, for a long, long time.” He looks between me and Josh. “I figured that today might only reinforce it, and I was right. It did.”
Once again, I’m full speed as I tear the proposal from the envelope.
Whatever Heath has been missing, we’re going to give it to him.
CHAPTERELEVEN
WEDNESDAY
I’ve always been a loner, and one of my regrets in life is not indulging in the reckless, freestyle fun of university students trashed on wine. Indulging in fun and flirting, and drunken games.
I would like you to indulge me, and help me gain a taste of what it would have been like.
Truth or dare, spin the bottle, strip poker, and would-you-rather games. Dirty, and fun. Who will win some of those, Joshua? I hope you are still in competition mode.
Be my college buddies tonight, sweet curvas. Reveal your secrets, and share in mine.
Let’s crack open the wine and have some fun.
