Page 61 of Sin With Me

“Sure as fuck can and will.”

“Nah.” He smirks, running a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. “I’m like a proud daddy right now.”

I scoff. “You’re not a daddy.”

Focusing on the tension in my right bicep and the placement of my elbow, I squeeze my fist and curl the fifty-pound weight again. It doesn’t hurt yet, so I keep going.

“I’m your daddy,” Chase murmurs huskily.

Groaning, I flip him off with my left hand, never losing my stride. “I’ve never had a daddy a day in my life.” He bites his lip, letting his eyes track down my bare tattooed chest.

“Want one?” he asks, and I huff an indignant breath, shooting a glare his way.

“You could never be a daddy.”

“Hey!” Chase protests, shoving off the weight rack he’s been hanging out at for the last ten minutes while I work out. “I’ve been a daddy plenty of times. In fact—I daddied the fuck out of that brunette last night.”

Remembering a photo he posted yesterday with a few other models wearing similar swimwear, I nod. “The dude or the chick?”

“Yes,” he says bluntly, flashing a cocky grin.

“Mhm,” I absently murmur, watching my form in the massive wall of mirrors across from me. Belatedly, his words sink in, and I pause to gape at him. “Wait—what?”

“I daddied both of ‘em.”

“Like a train? You were at a photoshoot in Atlanta ‘til after midnight. Back in Mammoth by three. How did you have time for that shit?”

“Keeping tabs on me, baby?” He blows me a kiss and thrusts his hips, drawing a guy’s attention at the bench next to us. I give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Fucking hell,” I mumble. Why me? Why did I choose this asshole as my best friend?

“And to answer your question, I’m great at multitasking. I could teach you, if you want.” I ignore him so he closes the distance between us, grips my cheeks in a move that would get him knocked the fuck out if my hands weren’t full, and tilts my head back. “Ever heard of cuckolding, Roman? Want me to break it down for you?”

I elbow him. Hard. The hit lands in his gut, and he releases me with an oomph, stumbling backward.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know why I keep you around, you freak.”

“Because you love me and no one else can tolerate your surly ass except Kon, and that’s only because he’s just as much of a dick as you are.”

“He’s not a dick.”

He totally is.

Chase chokes on his water. “What are you talking about? Kon is literally the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.”

Now it’s my turn to fuck with him. I wait until Chase jumps up to the pull-up bar and grips the assists.

“You sure like talking about Kon’s body parts,” I say.

“Huh?” he grunts, lifting himself up and dropping back down slowly with intention, and, unfortunately, perfect form. Once he’s pulled himself back up, I continue.

“First it was his dick, now it’s his asshole.” I chuckle breathily, my lungs aching from exertion. My muscles finally burn, so I sink into the pain, letting it ground me. “You have first-hand knowledge of his cock and ass? Is there something you wanna tell me, Chase?”

“Shut up,” he snaps, dropping to his feet with a huff. He looks away, fucking up his hair again, clearly avoiding having to answer.

“Knew it.” I bark out a loud laugh. “You and Kon are finally fu—“

Turning back to the mirror, he points an accusatory finger at me and barks, “Look at your reflection! You’re at least seventeen percent less hot than you were before. Talking is messing up your form. Time to shut the fuck up.”

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