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I didn’t like him, but I could appreciate a good ass when I saw one. He had a fucking fantastic ass. Firm and round. And his long legs were strong, but not thick and bulging. Shapely. Graceful.

There was a very slim chance—the tiniest sliver of a chance—that my dick would be inside that ass later. And maybe those long legs would be wrapped around my waist while he writhed beneath me, moaning and breathlessly pleading…

I snapped my gaze away when my cock tingled, starting to fill again. Gabe was by the counter in the kitchen area, yawning and scratching his chest, so I walked over to join him and start making my oatmeal.

“Morning,” I said as I opened a cabinet to grab a bowl.

“Morning.” He screwed the lid on his beaker and started shaking it to mix up his protein shake as he turned to face me and rested his hip against the counter. “Horny, bro?” he then asked in a sympathetic, knowing tone.

Heat rushed to my face as I spluttered, forcing my gaze not to dart over to the treadmill. “What the fuck, Gabe.”

“Nah, I’m just saying. I can sense it, obviously. Incubus. Been a while, huh?”

“I’m not—I’m fine,” I muttered, praying desperately that Crossbody couldn’t hear this from across the room.

“The Beast of Burden is a fucking hunk, huh?” Gabe sighed, lost in thought as he shook up his protein shake. “I don’t even want him to take off the mask. Makes him hotter.”

“The new wrestlers haven’t even started yet and you’re already objectifying them,” I said dryly. Gabe let out an offended little gasp.

“No, I’m not! I want to get to know them.” Then he shrugged and shot me a sly grin. “I just also really want to fuck the Beast. And maybe the Ghastly Boys.”

“Aren’t they twins?”

Gabe’s mouth stretched into a wide, wicked grin, showing off his fangs. “Think so, yeah.”

I snorted and got busy making my oatmeal. By the time I was sitting down on the couch beside Dan to eat, Holt was striding into the room.

“No Taylor this time?” Gabe pouted, lounging on the couch beside Biff.

“He’s busy working on promo stuff for the new wrestlers.” Holt cocked his hip and set his hand on it, glancing pointedly down at his outfit. “Guess you’ll just have to give all your compliments to me this morning.”

My mouth twitched as Dan snorted beside me. When no one said anything, Holt huffed and straightened.

“You’re all dicks. Right.” He looked down at it his tablet. “Line-up for the week.”

We all went quiet, and I wolfed down my oatmeal as I listened to him read out the matches. Crossbody and I weren’t paired up this time. I was with Heidi, and he was with Carl.

Good. That was good. That meant we wouldn’t have to interact at all.

I mean, except for tonight. If he showed up. But that was a… separate thing.

I didn’t let myself look over at him. I didn’t care what he thought. I didn’t.

“Okay, I’ve decided who’ll be paired up with the new talent,” Holt announced, and we all perked up again.

Gabe had his fingers crossed, bouncing excitedly on the couch as he quietly chanted, “Beast, Beast, Beast.”

“Corey”—Holt gave Gabe a pointed look—“will be going up against the Beast of Burden, which will be the main event on Friday night that week.”

Gabe sagged and turned to bury his face in Biff’s chest. The gargoyle wrapped an arm around him soothingly, stroking his hair.

“Mads will be taking on La Dame Blanche for that Saturday’s main event,” Holt continued, shooting the gorgon a big smile. “Dan versus John-o’-the-Wisp for the Sunday’s main event.”

“Oh, nice,” Dan said as I grinned and nudged his arm.

“I think John will be a bit of a rulebreaker too, so you two should have fun,” Holt said, smiling widely at him, then glanced back down at his tablet. “Oh, and Thursday’s main event will be Crossbody versus the Ghastly Boys.”

My gaze automatically shot over to the treadmill. Crossbody was standing beside it now, clutching the towel slung over his shoulders. He nodded once, face as expressionless as ever. Aside from looking a little tired, he didn’t appear overly hungover.