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“But are you politician curious?” Kurtis asks.
I throw my sweat towel at him.
“Fine, I’ll drop it, but I might not be able to stop myself from bringing it up again when Evan is around.”
I roll my eyes. “Kurtis, how do you know about Evan’s proclivities? Is it from personal experience?”
Dante finally smiles.
Kurtis just winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I shrug dismissively. “I’m sure my imagination is better than the real thing.” I glance at Dante. “Is it just treadmills today?”
His cheeks are flushed, and I wonder if it’s because of the conversation or his work out. “We will work on some defensive moves in case someone grabs you.”
For the next hour, Kurtis and Dante attack me. I’m proud of myself because I don’t panic once. I impress them with the skills I learned from self-defense classes and my life on the streets, which I haven’t mentioned to them. They don’t need to know everything about me.
We all work up a sweat, and I’m down to my sports bra and leggings.
Dante and Kurtis peel their sweaty shirts off, and I have a mini heart attack.
Sure, I have been inadvertently copping feels, and I already had that brief glimpse of Dante’s nakedness the first night when he snuck into my room. However, seeing them both in the daylight in all their golden-skinned glory is too much. My mouth goes dry. I don’t think I can defend myself now that I’m fully distracted and perhaps want them on top of me.
“Break time?” I clap to break their spell over me.
Dante has a devious glint in his blue eyes. He caught me ogling them, and both of them circle me now. “Nope.”
“No fair.”
“Life ain’t fair, precious,” Kurtis growls. “There can always be more than one attacker.”
I spin to keep them both in view.
As soon as my eyes leave Dante, he lunges for me, tackling me to the ground. I scramble, breaking free from his hold, but Kurtis crashes into me, sending me back to the ground.
Both dogpile on top of me, trapping me on the mat.
Dante pins my arms and torso, and Kurtis uses his body to anchor my legs.
I wiggle to get free, but they just laugh. Maybe it’s their playful intent, but I don’t feel swirling fear and anger in my center. “Okay! Enough! Safe word!”
“There are no safe words here!” Kurtis chuckles.
Just as we shout, Evan walks in. “Seems like I missed all the fun.”
“It’s not over,” Kurtis says.
Evan studies the tableau and contemplates joining and crushing my bones into the ground. “Not quite my scene.”
Dante, Kurtis, and I bust up laughing.
Evan catches onto our inside joke. “You know, it’s bad karma to talk about someone’s sex life behind their backs.”
Dante and Kurtis finally relent and crawl off, sitting next to me. I grumble, “Dang. Four hundred collective pounds hurts. I’m sure you flattened me into a human pancake.”
“Don’t talk about my sex life anymore,” Evan says.
Kurtis sobers and replies, “Yes, Master.”
