“Jayden, your pants stay on.”
The patient voice coming from Sutton was laced with a kinda hot firmness. While everyone laughed their saggy asses off, my head totally stuck to the sexy firmness I’d heard in Sutton’s voice.
“Damn,” Pearce said, “I always wondered how you were able to keep Jayden in line. Now I know.” He waggled his brows at me. The room erupted in more laughter, and Sutton just shook his head, carrying on with his reps.
“Patience of an angel,” Eddie confirmed.
“I don’t think there’s anything angelic about Sutton,” I defended breathily, not convinced it was the fast-paced walking that made it sound that way.
“Old guys getting it on…,” Lincoln called out, grabbing my attention, “I think I need to bleach my ears and eyes out.” His shudder was over-the-top and totally something I would have done. Okay, perhaps would still do. I examined him closely, seeing if some of the arrogance I’d witnessed yesterday had developed into more.
The guy grinned, though, his tone surprisingly light and filled with humor.
Happily biting, I hollered, “Old guys? Eddie, you’re the closest. Give the toddler a pacifier to shut him up. Add a nut punch for good measure.” I grinned at Lincoln, sending him a friendly chin lift.
“Okay, gentlemen, time to cool down, then grab a shower,” Jimmy interrupted, his features full of amusement.
“Perfect.” I slowed the machine. “Communal showers. Glute contest is a go!”
I lost count of how many stinking, damp face towels were thrown at me. And even though one managed to hit me in the mouth at the unfortunate time I was about to tell them to piss off, it was worth the disgusting taste and stink up my nose.
I’d had a decent workout, hung out with some good guys, eye-fucked Sutton, who looked delicious with a trickle of sweat down his dark skin, and walked away migraine free.
Halle-freakin’-lujah.
“You good?” Sutton sidled up to me and wiped his face dry.
“Yeah.”
His smile was immediate. “Straight to the room for a shower?”
“No glutes contest?”
He arched a brow at me, his face deadpan.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“You interpreted correctly.”
I chuckled, heading out of the gym. “You know, if you’d just admitted my ass was firm enough to bo—”
“The only ‘firm’ you need to be thinking about when it comes to a sentence containing ‘your ass’ is my cock.”
I stumbled, mouth gaping. I would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been for Sutton’s fast reflexes.
“Or you can keep your mouth open that wide for a while longer. I’m sure we can find a good use for it.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, wide-eyed and gaping like a damn fish—or rather a man who was imagining sucking Sutton off. “You just… did you just…” I shook my head. “Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with my best friend?” I ended up saying, my mind spinning at the delicious filth coming from him.
Never, as in ever, even with the weeks of mutual masturbation, had he ever said anything like this before. Never about anyone he was dating, never to me, about me. My dick was hard before I could even contemplate putting one foot in front of the other again.
He leaned in, moving me closer to the wall and away from the final couple of guys leaving. After giving them a nod, he trapped me with his gaze.
“You know how fucking sexy you are working out, happy like that, in your fucking element?” With his nose to my neck, he inhaled and licked a short column up my throat.
Surprise and a weird giddiness battled for the top spot at his words. “Yeah?”
“As soon as we’re in our room, I’ll show you exactly how sexy you are.”
