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Authors: Cara Dee
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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up at Angelo with wide eyes.
Seriously ?
Perhaps there was a damn sign on Austin's forehead that read, "I may or may not have thought about a cock today that wasn’t my own."
"Jesus," he panted, sweat burning in his eyes. He grabbed the towel near his head and wiped it down his face. "I think I'm done." And not just for today.
Austin was a damn mess, inside and out. His body was aching from the brief workout, and his mind…there were no words. Instead of thinking about what Cam had said this morning, he was just pissed. He grew angry for nothing. Angry for not being able to do twenty-five sit-ups without gasping for air, angry for his physical reaction to Cam earlier, angry at Jade for not understanding him, angry at himself for the same reason, angry at his boss for telling him not to come back yet, and angry for…basically everything and everyone—not counting his daughter.
That was probably the only aspect of his life that hadn't changed. Being a father came naturally to him, and he had slipped right back into the daddy role when returning home. Maybe because Riley was easygoing and didn’t demand much. She loved to swim, loved to watch movies, loved to draw, and loved to eat.
Today they'd just hung out by the pool, Austin throwing her around or doing laps, and when Riley had wanted to paint, they'd gone up and settled on the terrace. Austin had read some more about Asperger's on his laptop; he'd also started four books, none of which had captured his attention. Meanwhile, Riley had been happily drawing and coloring at the table, and then they'd gone out for Mexican for lunch. Easy. So damn easy . But the rest of his life? No.
The newest thing was his odd fixation on Cam, but he was aware now that it was only his realization that was new. After all, they'd leaned on each other for months, and Austin had no problem admitting that he wanted to be close to Cam. It still felt weird not to wake up in the same room with him. Perhaps they argued heatedly—sometimes over nothing—but given the circumstances, it would be weird if they'd become all buddy-buddy right away in that metal cage. They'd had more important things to worry about—like staying alive.
Nevertheless, the thrill that had shot through Austin when he'd originally thought about Cam getting off to gay porn had now been identified.
It was excitement. Pure fucking excitement. Something that made him feel alive.
He should probably worry about that.
"Are your shoulders okay?" Angelo asked, bringing Austin back to the present. "Any pain?"
"Everything's a pain," he grumbled and sat up. "When's our next session?"
"Oh, this isn't over yet, Huntley." Angelo smirked. "You say you're done; I say you're not." He pointed to the four exercise bikes by the mirrored wall. "Twenty minutes to work those thighs. Come on."
Austin bitched under his breath, grabbed his towel and water bottle, and followed the devil over to the bikes.
It all came down to control—again. Not being able to reach the goals set for him made him feel weak.
It had happened before.
*
"Damn it!" Austin yelled, pushing himself off the floor. The fatigue was getting to him, and it made him furious. No matter how much he worked out or how many times he pushed his own limits, he was getting weaker. Not stronger.
"Easy," Cam cautioned, still on the floor doing his sit-ups. "Take five then get back to it."
But before Austin could reply, the familiar sound of Psycho's arrival halted them. As he announced it was dinner time, Cam and Austin were quick to get rid of their clothes. Since the water was about to be changed and refilled, they used these brief moments to soak their underwear and Tshirts in the bucket, roughly scrubbing them with the bar of soap.
As the days started to blur together, the men began to feel more like cattle than humans. Or wild animals. Unkempt, always hungry, restless, on edge, scared, caged, and weaker with each day that passed. Like moths, they were drawn to the
Seriously ?
Perhaps there was a damn sign on Austin's forehead that read, "I may or may not have thought about a cock today that wasn’t my own."
"Jesus," he panted, sweat burning in his eyes. He grabbed the towel near his head and wiped it down his face. "I think I'm done." And not just for today.
Austin was a damn mess, inside and out. His body was aching from the brief workout, and his mind…there were no words. Instead of thinking about what Cam had said this morning, he was just pissed. He grew angry for nothing. Angry for not being able to do twenty-five sit-ups without gasping for air, angry for his physical reaction to Cam earlier, angry at Jade for not understanding him, angry at himself for the same reason, angry at his boss for telling him not to come back yet, and angry for…basically everything and everyone—not counting his daughter.
That was probably the only aspect of his life that hadn't changed. Being a father came naturally to him, and he had slipped right back into the daddy role when returning home. Maybe because Riley was easygoing and didn’t demand much. She loved to swim, loved to watch movies, loved to draw, and loved to eat.
Today they'd just hung out by the pool, Austin throwing her around or doing laps, and when Riley had wanted to paint, they'd gone up and settled on the terrace. Austin had read some more about Asperger's on his laptop; he'd also started four books, none of which had captured his attention. Meanwhile, Riley had been happily drawing and coloring at the table, and then they'd gone out for Mexican for lunch. Easy. So damn easy . But the rest of his life? No.
The newest thing was his odd fixation on Cam, but he was aware now that it was only his realization that was new. After all, they'd leaned on each other for months, and Austin had no problem admitting that he wanted to be close to Cam. It still felt weird not to wake up in the same room with him. Perhaps they argued heatedly—sometimes over nothing—but given the circumstances, it would be weird if they'd become all buddy-buddy right away in that metal cage. They'd had more important things to worry about—like staying alive.
Nevertheless, the thrill that had shot through Austin when he'd originally thought about Cam getting off to gay porn had now been identified.
It was excitement. Pure fucking excitement. Something that made him feel alive.
He should probably worry about that.
"Are your shoulders okay?" Angelo asked, bringing Austin back to the present. "Any pain?"
"Everything's a pain," he grumbled and sat up. "When's our next session?"
"Oh, this isn't over yet, Huntley." Angelo smirked. "You say you're done; I say you're not." He pointed to the four exercise bikes by the mirrored wall. "Twenty minutes to work those thighs. Come on."
Austin bitched under his breath, grabbed his towel and water bottle, and followed the devil over to the bikes.
It all came down to control—again. Not being able to reach the goals set for him made him feel weak.
It had happened before.
*
"Damn it!" Austin yelled, pushing himself off the floor. The fatigue was getting to him, and it made him furious. No matter how much he worked out or how many times he pushed his own limits, he was getting weaker. Not stronger.
"Easy," Cam cautioned, still on the floor doing his sit-ups. "Take five then get back to it."
But before Austin could reply, the familiar sound of Psycho's arrival halted them. As he announced it was dinner time, Cam and Austin were quick to get rid of their clothes. Since the water was about to be changed and refilled, they used these brief moments to soak their underwear and Tshirts in the bucket, roughly scrubbing them with the bar of soap.
As the days started to blur together, the men began to feel more like cattle than humans. Or wild animals. Unkempt, always hungry, restless, on edge, scared, caged, and weaker with each day that passed. Like moths, they were drawn to the
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