Page 44 of Go Deep

He slides a black t-shirt over his head. The soft fabric clings to his broad chest, the sleeves tight around his arms. “Good. Meet you outside in ten?”

I nod because I can’t form words. Jesus, what the hell is it about Gabe Kelly that has me turned inside out? Yeah, I’ve seen hot guys before, fantasized about them, jerked off to pictures of them, but Gabe…he’s dangerous because he makes me feel something, something I’ve been too afraid to allow, something that can destroy me.

But fuck all that. I’ve already made my decision. I don’t give a damn. And all the flashing red warning signs fade into my periphery.

He slings his bag over his shoulder and winks. “I’ll be waiting.”

I’ve never showered so fast in my life. Within minutes, I’m soaped up, rinsed off, and dressed…for what, I have no idea. But I sure as shit need to find out.

When I get to the front of the gym, Gabe is in deep conversation with the manager. The guy stares at Gabe like he’s God. A twinge of jealousy makes me clench my fists.

How fucked up am I?

He could be talking to the guy about the weather for all I know.

My eyes narrow as I watch the manager hang on Gabe’s every word like he’ll die if he misses one. The sudden urge to grab Gabe and pull him close crashes over me. That fierce need to dominate and control consumes my body and mind every time I’m around him…and more so when others take interest.

I can’t explain it.

And I’ve sure as hell never felt anything like it.

A few seconds later, Gabe backs away from the reception desk after shaking the guy’s hand. When he turns, a sexy smirk tugs at his lips.

“You ready?”

That’s a loaded question. We’re going for a drink, and my head and cock are all twisted with lust and need. Am I ready for this?

Fuck no.

But in answer to the question “Do I want this?”

Yes. So much yes.

I nod, the lump in my throat blocking my ability to speak.

“I know a place not too far from here. I’ve never been there before, but I’ve heard good things.”

I swallow hard past the lump. “Why don’t we just go to a place you like?”

He pushes open the glass gym doors and steps onto the sidewalk. The night air is warm, and my skin immediately prickles with sweat and anticipation. When he looks at me, my heart does a complete trapeze act in my chest.

“I didn’t think you’d want to go to a gay bar. They’re fun as hell, but not exactly your scene. I figured we could go to?—”

Blood rushes between my temples.

He has no idea what he does to me, what he’s done to me every time I’ve seen him, spoken to him, watched him from across a room since we met. He rattles off some bar names, but they’re all lost on me.

“Or…we could go to my apartment.” His eyes glow, singing my insides. “It’s only a couple of blocks away.”

My heart stutters to a stop.

His apartment.

His apartment?!

His smile falters a little when I don’t respond. “Or we could stick to the original plan and go out.”

I take a deep breath. “Depends. You have anything for dessert?” A hot flush creeps up the sides of my neck when I realize my words are filled with innuendo. “I mean, I always go for sweets after a workout.”

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