"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Manny ManelloтАЩs voice was as welcome as a steel-toed kick in the ass.

Blay straightened up, and the world went wheeeeee a littleтАФto the point that he had to surreptitiously put his free hand on the jamb just so that the balance issue didnтАЩt show. He also tucked his nearly done drink out of sight

The doc probably wouldnтАЩt think working out while under the influence was a good thing.

тАЬHow are you?тАЭ Blay asked, even though he didnтАЩt really careтАФand that wasnтАЩt a commentary on PayneтАЩs hellren. He didnтАЩt give a crap about much at the moment.

ManelloтАЩs mouth started to move and Blay passed the time watching the manтАЩs lips form and release syllables. A moment later, a good-bye of some sort was exchanged, and then Blay was alone with the door again.

It seemed like a planker move to just stand there, and heтАЩd told the good doctor he was going in. And besides, there were, what, twenty-five machines in the room? Plus barbells and free weights. Treadmills. StairMasters, ellipticalsтАжplenty to go around.

IтАЩm not in love with Layla.

With a curse, Blay pushed his way in and braced himself for an awkward oh-hey-itтАЩs-you. Except Qhuinn didnтАЩt even notice the arrival. Instead of going with the overhead music, the guy was wearing headphones that went all around his ears, and heтАЩd moved over to the chin-up bar so he was facing away, into the concrete wall.

Blay stayed as far back as possible, hopping on a random machineтАФpecs. Whatever.

After putting down his glass and adjusting the pin on the stack of weights, he settled onto the padded seat, gripped the double handles, and started pushing out from his chest.

All he had to look at was Qhuinn.

Or maybe that was more because his eyes refused to go anywhere else.

The male was wearing a black wifebeater that put those tremendous shoulders of his on full displayтАжand the muscles along them flexed up hard as he reached the apex of the pull, the ridges and contours those of a fighterтАжnot a lawyerтАФ

Blay stopped himself right there.

It was unfair to the point of nausea to make any comparison like that, ever. After the past year or so, he knew SaxtonтАЩs body nearly as well as his own, and the male was beautifully built, so lean and elegantтАФ

Qhuinn ground out another lift, the weight of his heavy lower body straining the strength in those arms and that torso. And, thanks to his exertions, sweat had broken out all over his skin, making him glow under the lights.

The tattoo on the back of his neck shifted as he released and descended to hang from his grip, and then it was up again. And down. And up.

Blay thought about the way the male had looked as theyтАЩd turned over the Hummer: powerful, masculineтАжerotic.

This was not happening.

He was not, in fact, sitting here, eyeing Qhuinn like thisтАФ

Images filtered in from years past, turning his brain into a television screen. He saw Qhuinn bending over a human woman who had been laid out ass up on the edge of a flat table, his hips pumping as he fucked her, his hands locked onto her hips to hold her in place. He hadnтАЩt had a shirt on at the time, and his shoulders had been tight, as they were now.

Hard body being used well.

There were so many pictures like that, with Qhuinn in different positions with different people, male and female. In the beginning, right after their transitions, there had been such a feeling of excitement as the two of them had gone on the hunt togetherтАФor rather, Qhuinn had gone trolling and Blay had taken whatever had been brought back. So much sex with so many peopleтАФalthough at that point, Blay had stuck only with the females.

Maybe because heтАЩd known they were safe, that they didnтАЩt тАЬcountтАЭ in so many ways.

So uncomplicated in the beginning. But sometime along the way, things had started to shiftтАФand heтАЩd begun to realize that as he watched Qhuinn with the randoms, he was picturing himself under that body, receiving what the guy was so good at giving. After a time, it hadnтАЩt been some strangerтАЩs mouth on QhuinnтАЩs cock; it was his own. And when those orgasms came, and they always did, he was the one taking them in. It was his hands on QhuinnтАЩs body, and his lips locked hard, and his legs that were spread.