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

In the last year, the fighter had filled out quite a bit. Qhuinn had been big after his transition, and had gotten even larger during those first few months of intense eating. But it had been a while since Blay had seen the male without his clothes onтАжand man, the punishing gym routines heтАЩd been putting himself through showed in all that hard-cut muscleтАФ

Abruptly Qhuinn shifted his position, pivoting around, tilting his head back, sluicing the water through his dark hair, that incredible body arching.

HeтАЩd kept his PA.

And holy shit, he was arousedтАФ

An orgasm immediately threatened the head of BlayтАЩs cock, his balls getting tight as fists.

Wheeling around, he left the locker room like he was shot out of a cannon, punching through the door, jumping out into the corridor.

тАЬOh, shitтАжfuckingтАжgoddamnтАжfuckтАжтАЭ

Walking as fast as he could, he tried to get that image out of his head, reminding himself that he had a lover, that heтАЩd moved on from all this, that you could self-destruct over the same thing only so many times and then you were done.

When none of that worked, he replayed the speech heтАЩd given to Qhuinn in the tow truckтАФ

Where the hell was the office?

Stopping short, he looked around. Oh, fantastic. HeтАЩd gone in the opposite direction from what heтАЩd intended, and was now down past the clinic and into the classroom part of the training center.

Miles from the entrance to the tunnel.

тАЬтАжlaceration that deep. But he wouldnтАЩt have it.тАЭ

Manny ManelloтАЩs deep voice preceded the man walking out into the corridor from the main examination room. A second later, Doc Jane made an appearance right behind him, an open chart in her hand, her fingertip tracing down a page.

Blay ducked through the first door he came toтАФ

And ran right into a wall of blackness. Patting around for a light switch, because he was too scattered to turn any bulbs on mentally, he found one, flipped it, and blinded himself.

тАЬOw!тАЭ

The sharp shooter that rocketed from his shin to his brain told him heтАЩd walked into something large.

Ah, a desk.

He was in one of the mini-offices that satellited the classrooms, and that was good news. With the training program still suspended because of the raids, there was no one down here, and no one likely to think of a reason to be in this empty little room.

He could have some privacy for a whileтАФand that was a blessing. God knew he wasnтАЩt going to try to make it to the mansion now. With his luck heтАЩd run into Qhuinn, and the last thing he needed was to be anywhere near the guy.

Going behind the desk, he sat down in the cushy office chair and brought his legs up, stretching them across the flat top that should have had a computer, a plant, and a holder full of pens on it. Instead, it was barren, although not dust-covered. Fritz would never stand for that even in an unused space.

Rubbing at the sore spot on the front of his calf, it was clear that he was going to have one hell of a black-and-blue mark. But at least the pain distracted him from what had driven him down here.

That didnтАЩt last, though.

As he tilted the chair back and closed his eyes, his brain returned to the locker room.