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It’s strange at the gym today, there’s something going on with the bosses they are in and out of the offices, talking on their cell phones or muttering to each other. Corrie and I are in the gym, he’s working with Ben on his training and I’m pounding out the miles on the treadmill. I need to up my fitness if I’m going to be back on the track and on the circuit. We have set up meetings with the local youth centers and will be seeing them next week. But the thought of getting back on to a race bike this weekend and the discussions with Bill Simmons have my focus.
River is excited and looking forward to getting over here; he will be with us next week. I know I can leave the startup to him as I concentrate on racing again. I don’t expect to be a massive part of the new facility, I can leave it to River but I will be there for him, especially when it comes to the opening.
I notice Troy looking over and he smiles when he catches my eye but turns and walks away as I raise my hand. Strange, he normally comes over to say hi, to Corrie at least; they are related, after all.
After another thirty minutes, I’m done, sweat pouring off my body. I look over to where I saw Corrie last but he’s gone and Ben is by himself. Finishing my cool down, I grab my towel from the bar and wipe my face.
“Hey, Ben, where did my man go?” I call to him.
“He had to take a call, he says to wait for him and that it shouldn’t take long.” Ben replies.
I step off the machine and head for the locker room and, more importantly, the showers. The locker room has a few guys in it and they tip their chins up to me in the universal male greeting, but there’s no one in the showers. Stepping under the hot spray, my mind returns to last night, not only the sex, although that totally blew my mind—I never believed being inside someone, a man, would ever feel so good, so motherfucking good. No, I think about Corrie’s words and how he is still so insecure and doubts how serious I am about him. The one rule he feels he needs to make, that I really could find someone better for me than him or that it could be a woman. The thought of a woman’s body does nothing for me now and, like Corrie said, I can appreciate the shape of a woman and that they are beautiful. But, there’s no way I would want to be intimate with one ever again.
As I continue to soap my body, I wonder about this weekend, a weekend full of hope, of the chance for a new start. We leave at noon tomorrow and won’t get back until late Sunday night. Corrie has told his brother we are going back to my place to organize the transfer of my belongings and my bikes to here. So far, it’s all going to plan: we’ve got my leathers packed up already, along with some smart clothes for the evenings, I think there’ll be plenty of sponsor schmoozing going on. I hear someone move into the showers.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you almost done or do you need some help?” Corrie’s voice calls out.
“Yeah, I’m done; you’re too late, baby.” I laugh and step out of the stall, wrapping a towel around my waist, I love watching his beautiful blue eyes darken.
“Okay, shame. I’ll have to think of a way to get you all dirty again.” His half smile makes my dick twitch under my towel, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Hmm, not sure it will take much persuasion. Come on, let’s go. I’m done here for the day.” Corrie steps back and turns around, I trail him, watching the way his tight ass moves under his gym shorts. “You staring at my ass again?”
“Hell yeah, just thinking about what I might do to it when we get home.” I grin when he turns around to peek at me.
“Yeah, I bet you are.” He winks.
Brushing my teeth, I spot Corrie exit our bedroom, once again with his phone stuck to his ear but it’s the scowl on his face that bothers me. Spitting the remainder of the foam from my mouth, I drop my toothbrush into the sink and go in search of him.
When I come out of our corridor, I discover him pacing the main hallway. Lifting his head, he sees me and frowns but reaches his hand out in invitation. I love his openness; his willingness to include me amazes me. Hardening my resolve to never hurt this beautiful man, I smile. He tries to return it but his forehead is too tightly furrowed and his jaw grinds too hard.
“I really don’t see what the fuck this has to do with me or my brother? And who the fuck gave you this number?”
I have no idea who is on the other end of this call but I really don’t like to see my man this agitated and angry. Enfolding him, he leans into me and I drop a kiss on his temple.
“Listen to me, you fucking sleaze ball, I don’t know who the hell you bribed to keep you out of jail but tell him this from me. I don’t care that he is dying, apart from to wish it to be painful.” Corrie pauses to listen, “Yeah, that goes for both of us so, FUCK YOU!”
I pluck the cell phone from his hand when I see him about to launch it at the wall. Spinning him to face me, I place my hands firmly on his shoulders and stare him in the eyes.
“Breathe, baby, take a deep breath and forget it.” I plant my mouth on his and cover him in kisses until I feel his mouth up-turn as a smile builds up.
“God, I love you, Griff; you keep me centered on what’s real.” He kisses me and, boy, is it a hot one.
“Good, now, come on, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us and we need our beauty sleep.” I snatch his hand and lead him, compliant, back to our bedroom.
“Don’t you want to know about that?”
“No, baby, not tonight. I want us to get into bed and hold each other as we fall asleep. Nobody who makes you that pissed off has a place in our bed.”
“Another reason why I love you, sweetheart. Now, get me naked and get your perfect mouth around my dick.”
I’m never gonna turn that down.
Waking up, I hear the shower running. Hell no! I want to be in there with him. Shoving the sheets back, I clamber out of bed.
“Hey, baby, why didn’t you wake me?” Stepping in and up to Corrie as he leans back on the stool in the corner, the water hammers over his bent head, pours over his neck and down his body.
“I didn’t want to wake you, we’ve got a busy day.” As Corrie raises his head, concern etches his face.