That confidence made Payton’s cock even harder. He swallowed the lump in his throat and hurried to sit up. He barely noticed his aching thigh muscles as he turned toward Si, hoping he hadn’t spotted Payton’s growing erection. “I— You—you don’t have to help me. I’ll slow you down. You— I—” He groaned and bit his bottom lip. There was just no way to get around it. “I’m not up to your”—he waved his hand, searching his brain for the right word—“standards.”
Chuckling, Si darted a gaze down Payton’s body then back up. “You are definitely up to my standards.” The gleam in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t talking about working out and weight limits. “Besides, I need a workout partner, my friends abandoned me tonight.” Si pushed himself upright and grabbed the bar, ready to spot him. “Now lay back down and finish your set. How many?”
After hesitating for only a second, Payton decided the hell with it and lay back down. Si hadn’t even tried to hide his erection yesterday in the shower. Either he’d ignore Payton’s or— Payton didn’t know what, but he was willing to take the chance. He knew he wasn’t reading Si wrong. The man was definitely interested in him and Payton had nothing to lose. After all, wasn’t this what he’d come here hoping for? It wasn’t like anyone would find out. What was a little flirtation? “Three sets of eight, I’ve done one set.” He got his hands on the bar on the outsides of Si’s and pushed up.
Si didn’t let go of the bar until Payton held it steady above him.
Payton brought the bar down then back up easily.
“One.” Si’s hands hovered above the bar. His legs were so muscular and—dust, his shorts are short.
Doing another rep fairly easily, Payton let his attention stray upward.
“Two.”
Si’s prick was right there, in his face. Payton couldn’t not look.
“Three.” Si stepped closer, his legs against the edge of the bench. He wore something white under the loose gray shorts. Underclothes, but none like Payton had ever seen. It only covered the genitals, with bands around the waist and each leg, leaving the arse bare. “Four.” The garment cupped Si’s testicles and outlined his prick.
Payton’s cock twitched.
“Five.” Si dipped toward Payton, his hands ready to catch the bar. His groin was scandalously close to Payton’s face. “Come on, Payton. Three more.” Was his voice more raspy than before?
Shoving the bar up, Payton ignored the burn in his arms. That was really not the way to get him to do three more. He had the insane urge to nuzzle his face into Si and see if he smelled as good as he looked. Whoa, where had that come from? Thankfully, his face was already heated from the strain of moving the weights, because after that thought he was surely blushing. He shouldn’t think things like that, but dust if his cock wasn’t throbbing and straining against his shorts.
“Six. Two more.”
The weights were getting really heavy. His heart was thrumming in his ear.
Si scooted forward, his legs now straddling the edge of the bench. Payton could feel the heat of Si’s thighs on his ears as Si took some of the weight of the bar, making it easier on Payton. Sweat and a musky warm scent teased Payton’s nose as Si dipped again, following the barbell.
“Seven. Come on, do one more.” His blue eyes glittered down at Payton, and his voice was definitely lower and huskier than before.
Gulping in a breath, Payton steeled himself for one last rep. He was not going to notice the thick cock outlined in those strange underclothes. He wanted to bury his nose there and—oh galaxy, he wanted to know how Si tasted. Payton gasped, shocked at the admission. He wanted to taste and touch and do whatever Si would— Oh. Payton’s arms buckled.
The bar never touched him.
Si hauled the bar up like it weighed nothing, making the veins on his forearms obvious, and set it on the stand. He leaned his forearms on the bar and looked down at Payton.
At least Payton thought he did. His attention stayed focused on Si’s erection, outlined through the thin gray shorts. Payton made a noise halfway between a gasp and a growl. He reached up, his hand hovering in front of Si’s groin, before he came to himself and stopped.
Groaning, Si caught Payton’s wrist and pressed his palm against the hard length of Si’s cock.
Payton curled his fingers, and Si’s cock jerked under his hand. It was so odd touching someone else like this. He squeezed.
Making a strangled noise, Si tugged upward on Payton’s wrist. “Sit up.”
His Convenient Husband
J.L. Langley
A temporary arrangement? Don’t bet the ranch on it…
Innamorati, Book 1
At the tender age of seven, newly orphaned Micah Jiminez lost everything—and got lucky. The Delaney family opened their hearts and their home, treated him like one of their own. One Delaney in particular, though, became more than a brother to Micah. The handsome and protective Tucker is the man to whom he wants to give his love.
But after a single passionate night together, Tucker rebuffs him and hightails it to Dallas to pursue his dreams. Leaving Micah to pick up the pieces of his broken heart—and feeling like a fool.
The impending death of the Delaney patriarch brings an unsavory relative out of the woodwork, threatening Micah’s beloved adopted family. They’re going to need all hands in the fight to keep The Bar D from being pulled out from under them all—including Tucker. Micah steels himself to convince the man he can’t forget to come home.
To his everlasting surprise, it’s Tucker who comes up with the perfect solution: a marriage of convenience—to Micah. His gut tells him Tucker’s motivation involves nothing more than saving the ranch. Now he just has to convince his fragile heart.
This title has been revised and expanded by more than 10,000 words from its original published version.
Warning: This book contains threatening emails, imaginary sex, excessive use of antacids, non-homophobic cowboys, a bed being misused as a trampoline, male bonding during a gynecological examination of a pregnant mare, steamy manlove and a very hot-tempered Latino.
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His Convenient Husband
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