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As the group thins, I finally catch sight of Donnie in his skin-tight cycling gear. The quick-dry material stretches across his muscular thighs and cups his dick in a mouthwatering bulge. The jersey molds to his flat stomach and the zip at the collar is open enough for me to catch a glimpse of his perma-hickey. The sight of it makes me stand a little taller, makes my chest puff up.

Donnie’s eyes light up when they land on me and the smile he flashes is so intimate and familiar. It’s something he saves just for me and I feel like the only person in the room. “Hey, you made it.”

The room’s silent now and I can feel the weight of a dozen stares on me. I don’t care. I march up to him, take his hip in one hand and his cheek in the other, and kiss him. Hard, heavy, with enough tongue that there’s no doubt about what’s going on. Donnie’s mine. He can have any of the gym bros at Mars but he chooses me.

Donnie makes a small sound when I pull away. His lips are rosy and his eyes are a little unfocused. The bulge in his bike shorts is noticeably bigger.

“Girl, that bitch? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, Donnie. You can do so much better, honey.”

“Damn, that’s hot. Do it again!”

Heat shoots up the back of my neck and flashes across my cheeks. Christ, did I really kiss Donnie in front of his entire spin class? Yeah, apparently, I did.

Donnie smirks and nudges me toward a bike in the first row. “That one’s yours.”

It is? He usually saves me one in the back corner, where I like to hide. But there’s something in the way he’s looking at me now that makes me realize… we’re not hiding anymore. His confidence seeps into me and I grab it with both hands.

“Let’s get this party started!”

I hurry to the bike and climb on as the bass drops. Donnie’s hunched over his bike handles and when I match his position, we can stare right into each other’s eyes. I love this—the two of us focused on each other, riding together toward whatever future we want to make for ourselves.

“All right, everyone, let’s find a nice and comfortable pace. Not too hard, not too easy. This will be your baseline.”

I fall into the rhythm of the class, pedaling in time to Donnie’s legs, feeling the beat of the music booming through me. Donnie does that thing where he makes eye contact with everyone in the room, but his gaze always comes back to me. He always lingers for a few extra seconds.

It’s the best class I’ve ever been to.

Fifty minutes later, I feel like I’m on top of the world. And sore enough that I’m about to fall right off of it.

“Great job, everyone!” Donnie shouts as he leads us racing past the finish line. He puts us through a cool-down routine, reminds us to hydrate, then dismisses the class.

I take my time wiping down my bike, keeping an eye on the sharks circling my guy. Donnie fends them off with practiced laughs. When the room is finally clear, he pulls me flush against his chest.

“Staking your claim?” His voice is a little husky and the sound reverberates straight to my balls.

“Maybe. A little.”

“Hmm.” He catches my lips in a sweaty, salty kiss that has me licking at him for more. He runs his hands down my back and gives me a hard slap on the ass. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

From the way he leers at me, I have a distinct feeling that we’re going to get dirtier before we get cleaner. Donnie waits for me to grab my things from the members’ locker room and then takes me into the staff one. It’s a lot smaller, with only two rows of lockers with a bench running down the middle.

He takes my bag and dumps it into his locker, then pushes me up against the metal doors and latches his mouth onto mine. “I don’t want to wait until we get home.”

My dick doesn’t want to either.

He pushes us toward the showers as we tear at each other’s clothes. He sticks his hands into the matching fish bowls next to the sink—one for condoms, the other for lube. We won’t need condoms for much longer. Our appointment is scheduled for tomorrow and then a few days after that… The thought makes my dick leak in anticipation.

Donnie pulls me under the water, wrapping his hand around our dicks, squeezing them tight, and rubbing them together.

“Fuck, Donnie.” My hips jerk and I thrust into his grip, the head of my dick catching on the rim of his. I shudder at the sensation and do it again.

“Did you see the death stares people were giving us?” Donnie murmurs into my ear. “They were so jealous. Of us. Of this.”

Who can blame them? Me and Donnie? We’re freaking fantastic together. I’m one lucky bastard. I get to touch him, kiss him, taste him. I know what it feels like to have his cock in my mouth, to have my dick in his ass, to hold him close while we breathe together.

“I wanna fuck you,” I beg.

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