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CHAPTER ONE

Ian William Dougall hid his smile as the girls watched him jogging around the school track. He was wearing his running shorts, running shoes, and of course, no shirt. Usually, he would wear a t-shirt, but it was late in the school year, and it was hot, muggy, and sticky outside. He just needed fresh air on his skin.

Jak, Billy, Tobias, and Joseph were running alongside him. Although they were just seniors in high school, all of the young men knew they had man-like bodies, rippling with muscle, that made the girls act peculiar.

Much of their physique could be attributed to genetics. After all, they were the sons of some of the most incredibly fit men and women on the planet. But that would be discounting all the hard work that they’d put in.

While other teenagers were sleeping in, they were up at 0430 with their parents. Running, lifting, and training right alongside some of the most prolific Special Forces operators in history. For Ian, it was the best part of his day. When others slept in on weekends, he was doing extra miles with his father and uncles. While others indulged in fast food, he was eating home-cooked meals balanced with nutrition and peak performance in mind that they could all benefit from.

He knew he was fortunate, and he knew that the girls in their school saw it too. When Patrick and Christopher jogged alongside them, the girls whistled in a very un-lady-like manner. Then they heard Sadie’s loud voice.

“Hey! Those are my brothers,” she said, stomping her foot on the metal bleacher. “Act like a lady, not a tramp.”

The boys just shook their heads, seeing her wicked temper flare. Although they were triplets, Sadie had recently taken it upon herself to watch out for her brothers. She knew that the girls wanted a taste of what they had available, and she wasn’t about to make it easy.

In fact, she seemed to cock-block all the boys when the girls came around. She was something else, but also much like a sister to Ian. He just couldn’t see her as anything else.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Carla Bergeron running across the grassy inner field. She wore tiny white running shorts and a sports bra that did nothing to hold in her extremely large breasts. They were the biggest in school, and she knew it. She jogged over, her breasts bouncing up and down so hard Ian wondered if it hurt.

“Hi, guys,” she smiled. They all turned with a little head nod. “Hi, Ian.”

“Hey.”

“Hey? That’s all I get?” she smiled. “Did you get my text message?”

“No. As you can see, I’m running, and I don’t have my phone,” he said quietly. He didn’t even look in her direction.

“Oh,” she said with disappointment. “Well, you’ll want to look at it. I sent it while I was changing for my run.”

Ian knew what she was saying. She’d done it to all the guys. She would send a sexy picture of her cleavage or her ass cheeks in a tiny thong. His friends and family deleted the pics, but he knew that other guys were sharing them and posting them on websites.

“Carla, I’ve told you to stop sending me text messages and pictures. It’s inappropriate, and I don’t want them. Besides, it’s not like you’re not showing me the same thing by wearing that.” She gasped, then laughed at him.

“Are you all choir boys?” she giggled, staring at them.

“Up ahead, Ian,” said Billy. He nodded, letting his friends up the pace. He stopped, staring down at Carla.

“Carla, I’ve had enough of this. I don’t want what you’re selling. You make all of us uncomfortable with your pictures and words, and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

“Uncomfortable?” she smirked. “That’s the whole idea, Ian. I’m supposed to make it uncomfortable, and I’m not selling it, Ian. I’m giving it to you.”

“Which is worse,” he frowned. “Look, I’m not interested. None of us are. We’re all going to be leaving at the end of the school year, so it’s not fair to start something now.”

“Fair to who?” she smirked. “The way I see it, I get to see what that big dick of yours looks like. And don’t pretend it’s not big. I know it is. Josh Branzino said all you guys have big dicks. Something to do with the water out where you live or something.”

“He’s wrong,” frowned Ian. And he was going to kill Josh Branzino, the little asshole. “We’re not interested. None of us, Carla. And just so you know, Josh and some of the others are posting your pictures on adult websites. You need to let your parents and the police know so they can get them off for you.” She opened her mouth, staring at him, then burst into laughter.

“Are you kidding me right now? I don’t care who sees those pictures, Ian. It’s not like I’m nude, for God’s sake! I’m just showing a little cleavage and ass. I’d show more in a bikini!”

“And when some fifty-year-old man recognizes you on the street and decides to take what he wants? What then?” He took a big step toward her, and she saw the clouded anger in his face and backed up. “What happens when a grown man, bigger than me, comes for you, Carla? When he says he loves your pretty pictures, and he wants more than a picture?”

“Stop it! Stop, Ian!” He stopped and took two steps backward, the guys behind him now.

“You’re playing with fire, and sooner or later, someone is going to get hurt, and it will most likely be you. Just because you have a nice body doesn’t mean you have to show it to the whole world.”

“Yea? You mean like you’re doing?” she spat. He frowned at her, looking down and then back at the other guys. “You come out here in your running shorts, no shirt, all sweaty, and your muscles flexing. You see the girls watching you, and you enjoy every second of it! Don’t you dare lecture me about exposing my body when you do it every day. I’m not showing my bare breasts or bare ass, and you’re not showing your dick, but it’s exactly the same.”

“It’s not the same. I’m not taking pictures of my body and sending them to anyone who wants them. I’m not asking any girl to show me what she has. It’s not the same. If you’re uncomfortable because I have my shirt off, I’ll put one on. Just like I’d ask you to do.”

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