Page 109 of Hard to Judge

“Yes.” He chokes, shoving his pants down his legs and revealing how bricked out his is for me.

“I used to imagine you’d wander into the locker room, looking for someone to practice moves with. You didn’t want to be on the team. No, you just wanted one-on-one attention.”

I unzip my bag, but Arlo doesn’t move a muscle. He’s poised and enthralled, listening for the next morsel.

“Some of my teammates would offer, but you only wanted the best.”

“You?”

“Obviously.” I lean down and grab blindly into my bag. “Everyone else would leave, tired from practice, but I was ready to put you flat on your back or on your hands and knees. You were mouthy, of course, thinking you knew something because you’d been watching me work and dominate.”

I pull on the shorts I grabbed and snap them hard against my aching dick.

“Then what?” Arlo practically gasps.

I shrug and head for the door. “Three minutes to get to our lesson. You better hurry.”

His string of curses accompanies me out the door. I smile and adjust myself before making people blush, and then grab two waters from the main desk.

Arlo meets me there. A tight-fitting long-sleeve T-shirt covers the best chest in the place. His cheeks are flushed, and his shorts are obscenely bulged.

“Indecent.” I grin.

“Your fault.” He groans, rubbing a hand over his peaked nipples.

Guys are typically shirtless when climbing, and women wear little shorts and sports bras. We’d been here a few times just pissing around and enjoying the scenery but hadn’t a clue about real climbing techniques.

“Hello, Arlo?” A fit guy with a lean frame, blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a big smile holds his hand out to Arlo.

“Yes.” My man offers his hand for a shake across his body but kept his indecent dick positioned my way.

Just how I like it.

“I’m Dean.” The guy’s smile goes impossibly bigger, and his gaze burns its way down Arlo’s face and thickly muscled body.

Dean? Try dead.

My hands barely have time to clench the waters before Arlo points at me. “This is my partner, Hota.”

I’m too stunned to move, much less greet or kill anyone. My gaze refuses to move from Arlo’s. His lips curve, knowing he’s shocked me.

“Business partner or life partner?” The new guy poses the question I didn’t even think to ask. The question I should be asking, but I am too afraid to think the words, much less utter them.

Arlo’s gaze stays on me. “Everything partner. He is mine.”

I am his.

“Not trying to be rude.” Dean takes a measured step back and forces his gaze away from what’s mine. His palms go up. “We just get a lot of work groups through here, and I wanted to be sure.”

He wanted to be balls deep in my man.

“Sure.” Arlo nods, snagging the water from my hand and draining it in a few long gulps. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then settles me with a salacious wink. “You ready?”

Ready to put him on his hands and knees in front of everyone in this place and show them who he belongs to.

“Absolutely.” I wave a hand at Dean. “Lead the way.”

When he heads off, Arlo moves to follow. I grab his nape, stopping him cold. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

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