Even Jonah, who I’ve never seen express interest in anything happening at the gym beyond training, sits up straighter, his usual calculated expression giving way to something more alert, more engaged.
Cruz’s eyes widen, looking between Theo and me. “Seriously? Your boy’s full of surprises, boss.” He grins, shifting to face us more directly. “I’m down if everyone else is.”
I feel Theo’s hand slide onto my thigh, a silent question. My pulse quickens as five pairs of eyes turn toward me, waiting for my response.
My heart hammers against my ribcage so hard I half expect it to crack bone. Theo’s hand on my thigh feels like it’s burning through my jeans, and the look in his eyes—that mix of challenge and desire—sends blood rushing to places that are becoming increasingly difficult to hide. The idea of letting them watch, of showing my team what Theo and I do together... fuck, it’s turning me on more than it should. And that terrifies me.
Cruz’s gaze drifts between Theo and me, his pupils dilated. “C’mon, boss. Let’s see what you got.”
Micah nods, leaning forward. “You’ve been hiding this part of yourself for months. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding altogether.”
“Not gonna lie,” Remy adds, his voice lower than usual, “been wondering what you two look like together since you introduced him.”
Jonah doesn’t speak, but the intensity in his eyes says everything his mouth doesn’t.
I clear my throat, searching for words that won’t come. My cock strains against my zipper, betraying me.
The last thread of my resistance snaps, and I feel my control slipping as Theo’s hand slides higher up my thigh, his fingers tracing the outline of my hardening cock.
“What do you say?” Theo whispers against my ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Should we give them what they want?”
I look at Theo, then at my team, then back at Theo. The old reflex fires—the urge to deflect, to protect the image. And then, quietly, it doesn’t.
“Fuck it,” I growl, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
The room goes silent for a heartbeat before Cruz lets out a low whistle. I break the kiss and stand, pulling Theo up with me. Without hesitation, I drag him toward the ring.
“Everyone who wants to watch, stay,” I command, my voice rougher than usual. “Anyone not interested, now’s the time to leave.”
Marco’s already on his feet, pulling his jacket from the bench. “I’m out, hermano. You boys have your fun.” He claps a hand on my shoulder as he passes—the same hand he’s clapped on the same shoulder a thousand times—and adds, in Spanish, something I don’t catch. Ray follows him, raising his beer in a goodnight salute. The door swings shut behind them.
I turn to Theo. “You sure?” I ask.
Theo’s eyes gleam with that dangerous light I know too well. “Show them who I belong to, Daddy.”
The four who stayed gather around the ring as I lift Theo onto the edge of the mat. Something primal ignites in me at that word. I rip his designer shirt open with enough force that buttons scatter across the canvas.
Behind me, I hear Micah’s sharp intake of breath. “Holy shit.”
I tear at Theo’s pants next, exposing him completely. He’s already hard, cock straining against his stomach as I flip him over roughly.
“That’s right, baby,” I growl loud enough for everyone to hear. “Show them what happens when you tease Daddy.”
Cruz grunts something unintelligible, and when I glance over, I see his hand pressing against the front of his jeans. Jonah stands beside him, eyes wide and lips parted.
I push Theo’s face down against the mat, one hand on the back of his neck while I work myself free with the other.
“Fuck, that’s so damn hot,” Remy mutters, his voice strained. “Knew they’d have that dynamic.”
Micah nods beside him. “The way Theo just... submits to him. Jesus.”
I spit into my palm, slicking myself before positioning at Theo’s entrance. Theo pushes back against me, desperate and needy.
“Please,” he whimpers loud enough for everyone to hear. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
I push into Theo in one smooth thrust, and he cries out, loud enough for everyone to hear. The way he takes me makes me groan.
“That’s right,” I growl, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. “Show them how good you are for me.”
