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Solo twisted his lips, and then nodded. “Then yeah. I pretty much told him we banged that first night we met.”
My arms collapsed into my chest, and the bar hit me a little harder than it should’ve as I whipped my head around to face Solo. “What did you just say?”
“I told him we—”
“Yeah, I got that part. But we didn’t.”
Solo shrugged, his arrogant grin full of devilry. “He doesn’t know that.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“Thanks,” Solo said, and then leaned down, pretending to fiddle with the weights of the machine, but really it was so he could get close enough to whisper, “That’s what all the boys say.”
I swore his eyes all but fucking twinkled at me. “There better not be any other fucking boys right now,” I said.
“No?”
“No.”
“Hmm. Okay. Since you asked so nicely.”
I barely contained the urge to reach out and grab him, but fuck it was hard—I was too—but he was so close and smelled so damn good.
“You okay?”
My eyes immediately lowered to his mouth, and I nodded. “Mhmm.”
Solo straightened and then looked back to the two of us in the mirror. “What about you?”
“Huh?”
“What about you? Does anyone know about…?”
My lips twitched as I pushed the handles out again. “Houdini thinks I hate you.”
Solo snorted. “Oh yeah? Well, you hated me real good that night in the hotel. Several times over, if I recall.” His eyes shifted to the other side of the gym, where Houdini was running at a steady clip. “Maybe after this we could go back to your place and you could hate me some more.”
“Jesus. That mouth of yours.” I slowly lowered the press as I finished my final rep, relieved that I’d at least gotten through that round without my arms shaking too bad. I stood up and bumped by Solo as he took my place behind the press, playing up the hate thing for anyone watching.
“Yeah? Wanna fuck it shut?” Solo smirked as he began to lift at a faster clip, though he didn’t bother moving the weight higher, maybe in an effort not to make me feel bad about how quickly my arms had forgotten how to lift.
“Someone has to. And I’d prefer that someone was me.”
“Ahh, feeling possessive? How about I check my calendar and get back to you. So many men to do, so little time.”
“Solo…” I practically growled, and he laughed.
“You’re not looking pissed off enough. Pretend I just said something horrible.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Your mom’s ridiculous.”
I rolled my eyes. “What are you, ten?”
“When I’m hard.” Solo waggled his brows as he finished the first set of reps. “But you already know that.”
Before I could respond, Houdini walked up and threw his arm around my shoulder. “If Solo’s givin’ you a hard time, please give me your blessing to knock his head right off his body.”
“Me? Give someone a hard time?” Solo snorted as he started his second round, and then his eyes shifted to mine. “Only if they’re lucky.”
“Well, I’m stealin’ my boy here so he doesn’t have to deal with the likes of you. Feel free to go harass someone else.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Biceps next?” Houdini asked, and I nodded.
“Be there in a sec.”
When Houdini was out of earshot, Solo stopped the press and leaned forward. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat, his tanned face still looking as though he’d just stepped out of his apartment.
His lips curled up as reached for my water bottle and took a long swallow. When he handed it back, he said, “You can go for now. But Panther? Don’t think I won’t come and steal you back later.”
16 Solo
NEVER HAD A gym session been so fucking torturous. But after an hour of watching Panther sweat and work on getting that phenomenal body of his back into shape, I knew the true meaning of the word.
My body ached—well, one part of it in particular—and when Panther finally stopped by the treadmill I’d decided to try to run out my frustrations on, to tell me he was ready to leave, I’d all but jumped off it and raced him to the damn door.
The trip back to the barracks had been made in silence, a tension-filled silence that had my blood humming and my balls aching, and judging by the scorching once-overs Panther had been giving me, I was willing to lay bets we were ready to work our bodies out in private.
As I pulled the car to a stop in front of our rooms, I had to remind myself that Panther was still recovering from being blasted into midair. I needed to take this slow, and just when I thought I may have a hope in hell at succeeding, Panther looked at me and blew that idea clear out of my head.
“I can’t wait to see you naked again.”
I groaned and shifted in my seat, my head falling back against the headrest.
