Page 82 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“Maybe it went really well, Bronson.” I winked at the dog that was sitting in the passenger side seat next to me. Garrett lectured me about that, reciting car accident statistics, but when my boy scrambled into the front to ride shotgun, who was I to say no? “Maybe our girl’s waiting for us when we get home.”

Bronson barked at that because this was no dog. He was like some old soul wrapped in fur, and right now he grinned at me, as if he knew exactly how it all went down. I got my first clue when I walked in through the door.

Shoes were scattered in the hallway, which was unfortunately not uncommon, but unless the boys’ feet had shrunk drastically and they’d decided a pale blue pair of Nike’s were their jam, Katie was in the house. This was confirmed by Bronson, who made a beeline for the shoes, snuffling them furiously before barking and running deeper into the house.

Katie was sitting down and having a coffee with the guys. She was helping Garrett cook. Nope, no fragrant smell of good food cooking. She was outside and listening to Rhett discuss what he’d done to the garden.

She was in Garrett’s room.

The dog plonked his butt down in front of the door, then nudged at it with his muzzle, which had me grinning.

What kind of perv put his ear to the door to listen and see if they’d decided to try out naked yoga at home? This guy. Garrett needed a nut so fucking bad. It’d wipe away that little line that was always there between his brows, and Rhett…? Was he in his room? I walked down and stuck my head in the doorway and saw that apart from a rumpled bed, it was completely empty.

Huh.

He might be out on a run or was called back into work or…? I jumped into the locator app we were all signed into and saw that nope, both my housemates were on our property, which meant…

“Bronson.” I used a hushed voice, jerking my head and hoping he’d follow me. The dog let out a low whine and remained stubbornly where he was. “Bone, buddy?”

Apparently, his stomach spoke louder than his heart and he scrambled after me, wheeling around on his back legs as I retrieved a bone from the freezer. I took it out onto the back deck and got him to sit for me before handing it over and then scuttled inside, closing the door behind me. He was an amazing dog, but subtly wasn’t his strong point. I needed to open Garrett’s door quietly and see if I could work out what happened.

Heaven apparently.

The sun was starting to go down and it was turning the light in the room a faint, bluish grey. Every ray that filtered in past the curtains seemed to caress her body. Wedged between my two best friends was the girl that had featured in every dirty dream I’d had since the moment we collided outside the gym showers.

Get out, I thought, but my feet didn’t move. I had proof of life, so I needed to GTFO of a place I wasn’t invited to. So why didn’t I? My cock for one, he rose so damn hard and fast it hurt, making clear that he was exactly where he needed to be.

Almost.

Those lush hips, that soft belly, those thick thighs, I could see them spreading just for me. I’d go down on my knees and worship each one, starting at her cute little ankles. Then when I worked my way up, and I’d…

“Mm…”

She shifted on the bed and that was my warning to get out and shut the door behind me. I vaguely heard a dog barking in the distance, as if making clear what needed to happen. Instead, I stood there, watching her shift and then…

Open her eyes.

It felt like we’d come full circle. Katie collided with me and damn near stripped me naked before the whole gym, and now I caught the moment when her eyes met mine, widened, and then she made a small squeak of alarm, slapping around wildly in an attempt to cover herself.

Shit.

Not quite the come-hither stare I was hoping for, I bent down and found her t-shirt and tossed it to her. As she wrenched it on over her head, the others woke up. Heads jerked up blearily from the bed and then blinked as they took me in.

“Rhys…?” Garrett rasped.

“Looks like yoga was a success.”

“Fuck.” He grabbed a pillow and pegged it at me, but I caught it expertly. “Don’t remember you being invited. Out. Now.”

I went, but with a smile on my face. Hoping that Garrett would get his end in was one thing, but seeing all three of them together gave me hope. It wasn’t hard to change the array of bodies on that bed, forcing the others to make room so I could insert myself among them. We’d worship Katie, and?—

As I walked into the living room, the barking got louder and louder. The frenzied note had me racing over to the door to where a frantic Bronson was pawing at the door. Not to get to Katie. That wild look in his eyes made clear he was panicking, badly. I slid the door open, ready to make it up to him, but the dog went pelting down the hall, finding Garrett’s bedroom, ready to slide under his bed, I was sure.

And now I knew why.

Good fences make good neighbours, but while ours was made from a sturdy colour treated steel sheet, it didn’t stop the sound of another dog barking from coming through. Paws digging at the ground, then more barks made clear what was happening.

“Oi!”

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