Page 70 of Broken Wheels

“Why are you out here?” he asked, even though he knew the reason.

“Mr. Meeks called to say he was headed out for a short while and needed us to cover the door until his return.”

Of course he did. Never mind the fact that Josh was safe in Dixon’s apartment. Josh wanted to be annoyed—he didn’t need coddling—but the thought made him warm inside. “I’m going to go find him,” he told them in a decisive tone.

A tone he hoped spoke of intent, not a request.

“He’s in the gym. We’d be happy to escort you there.” The agent smiled. “And for the record, he did tell us you’d be coming out to look for him eventually. We didn’t think you would, so he asked if we wanted to bet.” He glanced at his fellow agent. “Guess we each owe him ten bucks.”

That man. He was so damned infuriating.

Be honest. That’s what you like about him, isn’t it?

“Sure. I’d appreciate that.” Josh bit his lip. “I haven’t been there myself.”

“Mr. Meeks goes there quite often,” the other agent said as they strolled through the hallways. “He normally works out with some of the younger bodyguards in the morning.” He grinned. “Always puts them to shame. For an older guy, he’s got an impressive workout routine. I doubt most of us could keep up with him.”

Josh had seen firsthand the results of Dixon’s efforts, an image he brought up frequently in quieter moments.

They said nothing else as they led Josh to the east side of the building on the first floor. The workout facility wasn’t at all what Josh had expected. He was thinking a few basic bits of equipment, but what he got was a far cry from that. Machines lined the far wall. When Josh thought of exercise machines, he expected small and compact. The metal monstrosity in the center of the room looked complicated, equipped with weights, bars, pulleys, a bench…. There were also compact treadmills and elliptical machines. On the opposite wall were free weights. Staff wandered around, checking with the people who were working out. It was a damned impressive setup, and Josh felt a flush of pride that he’d been part of it.

Then he spotted Dixon, and his body reacted. Dixon had taken off his shirt, and his body glistened under the bright lights. Josh licked his lips as he recalled Michael talking about licking the moisture from Gary’s body. Would Dixon let me do that? Lord, the urge to use his tongue to follow the thin, silvery trail that rolled down his chest to his stomach and finally to his shorts….

Josh turned to thank his guides, but they’d already disappeared.

Great. I can lust in peace.

He’d never thought sweat could be erotic, but seeing Dixon working out was revising that opinion. Dixon’s muscles strained as he worked on a set of rings secured to the ceiling. His arms bulged as he lowered himself, then trembled as he pulled himself back up. The guy hadn’t lied. Dixon was impressive as hell. No way Josh could keep up with that.

The sight was enough to send his mind drifting. Josh could picture it. An empty gym, Dixon hanging upside down from the rings, his mouth the perfect height to take Josh’s dick. Dixon’s crotch level with Josh’s mouth, ready for him to return the favor.

Sixty-nine, Dixon called it. Josh wanted to try that, even though he might have to choose a less dangerous position. He had visions of Dixon tumbling, crashing to the floor. Then the thought of teeth that might catch on delicate areas? Oh, hell no.

Besides, how on earth could I tell Michael what happened with a straight face?

His cock seemed to like the idea, however. He was hard.

“Doc!”

Josh jerked his head up. Dixon swiped his gray T-shirt over his chest and stomach, smiling at him. Josh waved, acutely aware of his erection.

“Well, don’t just stand there. You can come closer. I don’t bite.” Dixon’s eyes glittered. “Not unless you want me to.”

Josh walked over to him, willing his aching dick to subside. “You said you were only going to be gone a while. I thought maybe you might have gotten lost, so I came to find out.”

Dixon laughed. “Sorry. After that meeting, I had to do a hard workout.”

Did you have to say hard?

“You okay, Doc?” Dixon’s smile hadn’t wavered. “You’re flushed.”

“I’m… I’m fine.” It was an effort to choke the words out.

Dixon swiped a hand over his bare chest and abs, the motion slow, sensuous, and teasing. What made it worse? That damn smile never left his face. “Whatcha lookin’ at, Doc?”

Smug bastard.

Josh knew he needed to move the conversation to a safer place before he ended up embarrassing himself. Has it only been a week? Seven days to take him from knowing nothing of sex, to aching to feel that stretch, relish the burn, peer into Dixon’s eyes as he pumped in and out….