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I wander back into the changing area. Maybe my head is wrapped so tight around Vince and the impossibility of it all because there’s too much bad shit lurking in the wings that can creep in if I don’t have a constant diversion, shit I can’t seem to let go of since my dad died. Maybe I just don’t want to be reminded that my years may be numbered.

So, yeah, Vince is a crazy, fucked-up obsession, but he’s got my attention. And somehow, I guess that’s therapeutic.

The changing room is brightly lit and lined with tall, orange lockers. It’s also practically empty, which is why it’s become my fitness safe haven. Nobody bothers me at this gym, other than stalker Shane earlier tonight.

I don’t have to deal with Jase Maxwell and his asshole cronies at the team facility. The only dickhead I have to deal with is my maniacal trainer, Zack. But I pay him, so that’s my bad. Sometimes, privacy comes with a high price and intense pain.

I open my locker, my gaze wandering to a perfect ass in black basketball shorts bent over a gym bag. My cock twitches,reminding me that I didn’t finish what I’d started in the shower.

Adjusting my towel, I reach into my bag and pull out my boxer briefs, watching the guy’s shorts slide down his body out of the corner of my eye. My breath hitches.

Smooth, tanned skin, bulging biceps, taut back covered in black ink.

Fuck me.

The guy grabs a towel and twists in my direction, obviously headed toward the showers. Dragging my eyes away is not a possibility at this point, not when he’s stripped down to nothing, and I’m caught staring at the massive cock hanging between his tight, muscled thighs.

I honestly don’t give a good goddamn, especially when the owner’s bitable lips curl into a smirk. And just like that, my raging groin is alive, awake, and begging for attention.

Because I know those lips…

Chapter 18

Vince

Dead cats, old people fucking, hair in my food…anything to keep my dick limp as a spaghetti noodle. Although that’s more than I can say for Gabe, who’s clearly pitching a tent under his towel.

Oh, Christ, he just licked his lips.

My gut clenches. The guy’s not even naked, and already I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my damn life. But I’m not the only one. The realization that he’s as aroused as I am hits me with the force of a Louisville Slugger, and my cock threatens to revolt against my mind.

I grab my own towel and wrap it tight around my waist. Maybe cutting off circulation will keep the blood from racing to my groin.

“I didn’t realize anyone was in here. It’s pretty late.”

Gabe leans his back against the gym locker, a teasing smile on his face. “Oh, so you wouldn’t normally just drop your shorts out in the open?”

My skin prickles under his stare. “Um, not typically.”

“Too bad. It’d be a shame to hide all that.” Gabe pulls offhis towel and my mouth actually starts watering. Holy shit. I’ve never seen a dick I wanted so badly to suck.

My pulse slams hard against the side of my throat.

Licking a subway pole, two girls, one cup, Betty White in a G-string…

Is it my imagination, or is he taking his sweet ass time putting on those boxer briefs? Not that I mind. It’s just hard to concentrate on anything other than his muscles flexing with each stretch and pull. Christ, I’m going to need to take an ice bath after this show.

“So, uh, I guess I’ll see you at the game on Saturday?”

I’m waging an inward battle — part of me wants to run, the other part wants me to rub one out with him watching. If I stick around much longer, the choice will be made for me. My cock jerks under the towel.

“You don’t have to wait until then.” He grabs his jeans and steps into them. They’re low slung, highlighting that perfect vee, the one that has my tongue tingling.

I blink fast, too busy watching him to register the words spoken. Before my mind has a chance to catch up, his heated gaze returns to me.

“I was just going to grab a drink before heading home. You up for it?”

I know one part of my body that is definitely in the affirmative. “Um, yeah. Sure. Sounds good.”

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