Page 58 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“Just so you know, I was a three-time Navy boxing champ,” a man says as he approaches Cam. “I could probably pick you up, little lady.”

“Let’s save that for another day,” LeeAnn says.

“I bet you can’t do it,” he challenges Cam.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. We are not allowing them to lure us into their weird games.

“Let’s just concentrate on you. We can do some bicep curls.” Cam demonstrates.

Another woman comes over to me. “I walk every day, do squats.” She slaps her ass. “Feel it. Rock hard.” She smacks her ass again.

I give her a small smile. “I trust you.”

“Nonsense.” She grabs my hand and places it on her ass. “Squeeze it. See? No fat.”

“Great job,” I say and rip my hand away.

“Oh please, Olive, that’s from all the sex you have. Your ass cheeks are always clenching,” Midge calls to the woman.

What is up with these old people?

“Come on, bench press the girl.” The Navy guy still isn’t letting it go. He reaches for me, and I shoot Cam a panicked look. “I’ll show you how it’s done if you’re so scared.”

“Whoa.” Cam drops the small weights and removes the man’s hand from my waist. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t,” I whisper-shout.

“Unless you want to be the cause of this poor man going to the hospital, I suggest you let me bench press you.” He waits with raised eyebrows. I hate when he acts all smug.

“Fine.”

We head to the bench area.

“This is fun. Who has a camera?” Dori asks.

“No pictures!” I call as Cam lies on the bench.

He cracks his neck a few times as if he’s about to lift the most weight he ever has.

“This is so immature.” I shake my head.

“I got a twenty that says he drops her.” The Navy guy waves the bill in the air.

“He’ll be fine, Wilbur. Do you see those biceps?” Dori says.

“I’m going to have dreams about those biceps. My late Richard had arms like that,” a woman who looks at Cam as though she’d like to eat him says.

“Can we hurry this up?” Cam whispers to me.

“How do you want me? Back or front?”

“I’d like you every way, but right now, let’s do one of my hands under your arm and the other on your hip.” He stretches his arms a couple times. The longer he takes to prepare to hold me, the less confident I am he can hold me up. “Okay, come on.”

I lower myself onto his hands, and one presses into my armpit and the other molds to my hip. My feet rise from the floor, and I’m hovering over him.

“You have to lower her and push her back up.” Damn, Wilbur is annoying the shit out of me. He must be a new guy. “Last chance for bets.”

A few people rush over to him and hand over twenties. Meanwhile, I feel Cam’s hands repositioning underneath me.

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