least the physical
activity might drain some of the tension fueling his cock.
Clad in shorts and a t-shirt, Marco strolled into the
firehouse weight room. Both treadmills were being utilized and one of the
benches. Looked as if he wasn’t the only one who thought a workout was a good
way to start his shift.
“Hey, Sutherland, is that all you can bench, ya pussy?”
Marco asked, smirking as Paul pushed the weight above his chest.
“Fuck you, Patelli,” Paul called back. The weight dropped
onto the stand with a clang. Paul stood and wiped the sweat from his face. “You
want a shot?” he asked Marco.
“Yeah, why not?” Marco eyed the weight bar. It would do for
a warm-up. “Let me do ten to loosen up then add another plate.”
“Showoff,” Paul joked.
Marco shrugged. “What can I say?” He flexed his muscles and
laughed when Paul scowled. It was a huge bone of contention for the other man
that he wasn’t as strong as Marco. Paul drank protein shakes and took his
handful of supplements religiously. The guy was cut, but he was never going to
have the bulk he wanted.
Marco lay down on the bench and gripped the bar. He was four
reps in when he heard Paul laugh. He glanced up at the other man.
“You dating a vampire?” Paul asked.
Fuck, the hickey. Marco fought the urge to clamp his hand on
his neck. Ignoring Paul, he continued his reps.
“Nice, dude, you must have given it to her good if she
clamped onto your neck like that.”
“Shut the fuck up and add another plate.” The last thing he
wanted to do was discuss Josie with these guys. It was one thing to talk it up
about a one-night stand, it was a whole other thing when it was a girl you
really liked.
Paul added another plate to the bar. Marco had barely
pressed it the first time when Paul continued. “So seriously, dude, who gave
you the hickey?”
Marco ignored him and continued to lift. Why had he never
realized what a complete douche Paul was before today?
“You still tapping that photographer, Josie?” Tony asked
from across the gym.
“No shit, that’s who you’re hitting? Day-um, I wouldn’t have
thought she’d be into it all nasty and rough.”
Marco dropped the bar onto the stand with a clang and stood.
His fist clenched tightly as he stepped toward Paul.
Shit, he just wanted to smash it into the other man’s face.
The primal need to protect his woman flowed through him, making him want to
flatten his former friend. “Paul, you seriously need to shut the fuck up.”
Paul’s eyes widened. “Dude, relax. I’m just messing with
you.” Paul smacked him on the shoulder then walked across the room, putting
several feet between them.
“I can see it though. She’s got that juicy ass that you just
want to squeeze. Fuck, I can just imagine how sexy that looks up in the air,”
Paul said loudly.
Marco spun, ready to tear the other man apart.
“Marco,” an angry voice called from the doorway.
Fuck. Marco turned and looked at his captain. This
wasn’t going to be good.
“In my office, now,” Captain Sharp told him then turned on
his heel and walked away.
Marco watched the other man leave then walked over to Paul
and leaned in close. “You ever talk about Josie like that again, and coworker
or not, I’ll rip you apart. You got me?”
Paul must have seen how serious he was because he looked
down at the ground and nodded. “Sorry, man, I didn’t realize you were that into her. Won’t happen again.”
“It better not.” Marco continued to stare at the other man,
itching for him to raise his head with the slightest look of challenge in his
eyes.
When Paul continued to stare at his feet for several more
seconds, Marco nodded with satisfaction and left the room. Between the arousal
that had been humming through him earlier and the testosterone that burst forth
in the gym, Marco felt completely amped up. Ready to either fight or fuck to
take things down a notch. At this point he didn’t care which.
Outside the
activity might drain some of the tension fueling his cock.
Clad in shorts and a t-shirt, Marco strolled into the
firehouse weight room. Both treadmills were being utilized and one of the
benches. Looked as if he wasn’t the only one who thought a workout was a good
way to start his shift.
“Hey, Sutherland, is that all you can bench, ya pussy?”
Marco asked, smirking as Paul pushed the weight above his chest.
“Fuck you, Patelli,” Paul called back. The weight dropped
onto the stand with a clang. Paul stood and wiped the sweat from his face. “You
want a shot?” he asked Marco.
“Yeah, why not?” Marco eyed the weight bar. It would do for
a warm-up. “Let me do ten to loosen up then add another plate.”
“Showoff,” Paul joked.
Marco shrugged. “What can I say?” He flexed his muscles and
laughed when Paul scowled. It was a huge bone of contention for the other man
that he wasn’t as strong as Marco. Paul drank protein shakes and took his
handful of supplements religiously. The guy was cut, but he was never going to
have the bulk he wanted.
Marco lay down on the bench and gripped the bar. He was four
reps in when he heard Paul laugh. He glanced up at the other man.
“You dating a vampire?” Paul asked.
Fuck, the hickey. Marco fought the urge to clamp his hand on
his neck. Ignoring Paul, he continued his reps.
“Nice, dude, you must have given it to her good if she
clamped onto your neck like that.”
“Shut the fuck up and add another plate.” The last thing he
wanted to do was discuss Josie with these guys. It was one thing to talk it up
about a one-night stand, it was a whole other thing when it was a girl you
really liked.
Paul added another plate to the bar. Marco had barely
pressed it the first time when Paul continued. “So seriously, dude, who gave
you the hickey?”
Marco ignored him and continued to lift. Why had he never
realized what a complete douche Paul was before today?
“You still tapping that photographer, Josie?” Tony asked
from across the gym.
“No shit, that’s who you’re hitting? Day-um, I wouldn’t have
thought she’d be into it all nasty and rough.”
Marco dropped the bar onto the stand with a clang and stood.
His fist clenched tightly as he stepped toward Paul.
Shit, he just wanted to smash it into the other man’s face.
The primal need to protect his woman flowed through him, making him want to
flatten his former friend. “Paul, you seriously need to shut the fuck up.”
Paul’s eyes widened. “Dude, relax. I’m just messing with
you.” Paul smacked him on the shoulder then walked across the room, putting
several feet between them.
“I can see it though. She’s got that juicy ass that you just
want to squeeze. Fuck, I can just imagine how sexy that looks up in the air,”
Paul said loudly.
Marco spun, ready to tear the other man apart.
“Marco,” an angry voice called from the doorway.
Fuck. Marco turned and looked at his captain. This
wasn’t going to be good.
“In my office, now,” Captain Sharp told him then turned on
his heel and walked away.
Marco watched the other man leave then walked over to Paul
and leaned in close. “You ever talk about Josie like that again, and coworker
or not, I’ll rip you apart. You got me?”
Paul must have seen how serious he was because he looked
down at the ground and nodded. “Sorry, man, I didn’t realize you were that into her. Won’t happen again.”
“It better not.” Marco continued to stare at the other man,
itching for him to raise his head with the slightest look of challenge in his
eyes.
When Paul continued to stare at his feet for several more
seconds, Marco nodded with satisfaction and left the room. Between the arousal
that had been humming through him earlier and the testosterone that burst forth
in the gym, Marco felt completely amped up. Ready to either fight or fuck to
take things down a notch. At this point he didn’t care which.
Outside the
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