His Convenient Husband: Innamorati, Book 1 (13 page)
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.”
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