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He rolls his eyes. ‘I’m always up this early. Thom said it would be a good class. I didn’t realize it would be half-hearing.’
Meh, this guy. He’s beingsucha baby about all of it.
‘Hey, I’m hearing.’
‘Yeah, you don’t count. Not really.’
He glowers, peering over his shoulder at Thom’s brother, Dex. He’s been doing that a lot. Way more than is normal.
And don’t think I missed the way his eyes trail down his body, landing on the dick imprint on the front of his shorts.
But I say nothing. Now is not the time.
I let him carry on with his not-so-secret perusal.
Dex has obviously noticed Roman’s attention because he lifts his shirt to scratch at his flexed abs. Not sure if this is some kind of power move, but I admire him for it.
Roman must admire it, too, because he swallows so thickly I can hear it catch in his throat, and he makes a low, unconscious noise.
Thom, luckily, is oblivious to it all as he jogs over to his iPod dock. Really, he has way too much energy and enthusiasm this early. It should be illegal. He should go to jail for emotional torture.
He pushes a few buttons, and music bursts out of the speakers. It’s not very loud, but it does rumble under my feet, so clearly, he’s installed some floor bass to accommodate his boyfriend.
“Alright,” Thom calls out. Rhett is doing his best to seem professional, even trying to convey the enthusiasm in Thom’s voice, but he doesn’t quite manage it this early in the morning. I can’t blame him. I’ve been there, done that. Luckily, he’s with friends, so you know, it’s a vibe.
“Let’s get started with the warm-ups,” Thom adds. “Today’s workout is going to make you sweat and hate life, but thank me later when you look like Adonis himself!”
“Fuck off!” I shout and sign at the same time.
Thom just gives me a big thumbs-up while Robbie bursts into exhausted laughter.
Oh hell. I’m going to absolutely regret this.
‘Leave me to die,’ I sign when Roman squats over me, his hair mussed, his cheeks slightly red from working out. He looks very good for just having endured forty-five minutes of torture.
We’re meant to be doing squats, but my body has given out. It just collapsed like a cheap lawn chair after the fourth rep. I’ve been mostly active since taking over my aunt’s farm, but I’m not built for this.
I’m really not built for much besides giving head, taking cock, and interpreting.
‘You need water?’ he asks. ‘You haven’t had any since we started.’
I wave him off, my hands floppy. ‘Dead don’t drink.’
He snorts and rolls his eyes, going back to working out that ass. It really is a nice one too. Bouncy and round like a peach. Ialso notice from my spot on the floor that Roman’s positioned himself right behind Dex.
Probably to look at Dex’s ass as he bends down over and over.
Thom shouts at everyone happily as he continues his reps, and I watch as Dex keeps up with it all. The man owns a gym though, so I refuse to be impressed by the fact that not only can he keep up with his brother, but he can also outpace him at times.
God, what must that life be like? Going to the gym every day. Getting ripped. Drinking protein and whatever the fuck that green powder mix is they’re always trying to get me to try.
None of them has a crumbling farm with no idea how to put it back together. Or a groundhog determined to make their lives a living hell.
Or some random but obscenely hot dark web, possible arms dealer, possible stalker haunting their shadows.
Okay, that part isn’t half-bad, considering Thorne has been incredibly helpful and very generous when it comes to letting methankhim for said help. I sit up halfway and am grateful I’m too exhausted to get hard. Everything is already aching, including my dick muscles.
“Time for the cooldown. Yes, that means you, Leaf,” Thom says.
