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Uri-??
Rami-I key smashed you!
Uri-So rudely lame
I’ve had enough of this.
Me-Rami, where are you at? I’m five minutes from Lenny’s gym
Rami-Be there in fifteen. Damn Chicago traffic
I toss my phone back on the passenger seat and wait for the next car to pass by before pulling back on the street. The phone keeps vibrating, but I ignore it.
My fingers tapping against the wheel gives away my impatience. I’m finally about to get inside Lenny’s gym, maybe even his office, and closer to ending the guy himself. But that’s not why I’m feeling restless.
I brush the tip of my thumb over my lower lip, remembering the kiss once again. The damn kiss that awakened a feral craving, a possessiveness I’ve never felt before. I’ve been fighting to recover from it, from Ollie’s velvety mouth and the feisty way he bit my lower lip, turning the kiss from not nearly enough to a blazing hot fire.
I lost it. I went at Ollie like a fucking animal. But instead of screaming in fear, he pleaded for more. More of me. But can he actually take me? I’m starting to think he can. Doesn’t matter though because he will get it. All of it.
I’m too obsessed now to go back.
Two days have passed, and I’ve kept my distance—forcedmyself is more like it, my busy job helped with that. I’ve asked Rami for more information on Ollie though, shutting down my brother’s nosy questions. For the time being. We know his father knows Lenny, Uri took some pictures of them talking. We need to know more.
And I need to see Ollie again. Stalking him in return seems like a good idea right at this moment. He disappeared that night, but he didn’t look upset about what had happened. He came in his pants for God’s sake, while my aching dick remained hard till I jerked off at home.
I don’t scare him. That’s not why he left. His blatant careless and reckless attitude around me is what captivated me in the first place. But now, there’s a ball of need pressing heavily on my chest. The frustration and dissatisfaction around it are growing the more time I spend away from Ollie, turning me into a cranky bastard.
I’m not used to waiting for sex. I get what I want when I want with a quick text. I’ve never felt this powerful addiction toward anyone else. It urges me to satisfy my needs, just like my revenge on donors does. But I surely can’t go about dealing with Ollie like I do donors, drugging him and tying him to a chair. Can I? The tying up part makes my cock tingle, though.
I park my car near the nondescript, two-story building made of grey bricks. The plain sign over the door reads Gym. It looks unremarkable and forgettable. If I didn’t know it was intentionally done to keep curious people away, I’d have chalked it up to a bad marketing move. Lenny uses the gym to launder his illicit activities and to conductmeetings.Those are other reasons why his clientele is meticulously selected.
I get out of my pickup, grab the duffle bag from the passenger seat, and close the door.
Near the front entrance, on the wall, I notice the video intercom. After pushing the button and waiting a couple of seconds, I hear a click coming from the door. I push it and it opens. As I step inside, the smell of sweat, stagnant air, and leather hits my senses. The room is wide and shaped like an L. There’s a boxing ring at the very end, and the rest of the space is filled with machines and equipment. It looks like an ordinary gym.
On the far right, a narrow metal staircase leads up to a black door flanked by two guards. That must be the office.
I see Lenny coming my way after patting another fighter on the back. “Hulk, it’s a pleasure to have you here. Where’s Carl?” Lenny’s asking about Rami, who’s pretending to be my manager. My hacker of a brother created new identities for both of us, just in case Lenny decided to check us out.
I accept Lenny’s extended hand and grip it tighter than I should, enjoying the way his shoulder slightly lowers under the pain.
“Traffic,” I succinctly reply, letting go of his sweaty palm and pretending not to see him flexing his fingers.
“That hand of yours is a damn weapon!” I can see the wheels turning inside his cunning head. “I have some things that need my attention, but Carl told me you’d be interested in something…different.” He raises a questioning brow at me. Is he talking about beating boys to death?
I grunt, keeping my dumb fighter facade, while inside, I’m fucking seething. “I’m interested in money.”
My reply seems to satisfy him. “I have a proposition that would interest you greatly.”
His wily smile is back. “Find me when Carl arrives, okay? We have much to discuss.” He looks slightly excited. I simply nod. My eyes are on him for a couple of minutes, but then I force myself to find the locker room.
When I walk inside, the room smells like dirty socks and lemony cleaners. My gaze flickers around the lines of grey metal lockers and farther down to the shower stalls at the end of the room. I move deeper inside when I hear voices. I round the next row of lockers and my eyes fall on long, brown wavy hair tied in a half-ponytail, a lean muscular back clad in pink, and a firm, high, round ass. I stifle an inner groan and my cock thickens as I remember how soft and meaty those butt cheeks had felt in my hands while I was wildly going at Ollie’s dick.
I realize he’s talking to someone. The tall guy is crowding his personal space, smiling at him with leery eyes. Ollie’s back is to me, so I can’t see his face, but he sure as fuck doesn’t seem annoyed by the other guy’s proximity. When the guy lifts his hand and places it on Ollie’s arm, all I can think about is how that sweet ass has had some other man’s fingers on it at some point.
The simple thought of someone else touching Ollie’s naked buttcheeks creates an odd mix of raw lust and extreme jealousy, and my blood boils with it. It’s obvious that I don’t want anyone else’s hands on him. The idea of going in there and sucker punching the motherfucker’s face before hauling Ollie over my shoulder to get a bruising grip on his sweet ass feels damn right to me. But I force myself to remember the reason why I’m here, and also the fact that I don’t know how Ollie would react to my possessiveness. Do I really care though?
