Page 78 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

Katie

So. Much. Muscle.

I didn’t know where to look, following the dark treasure trail of hair down Garrett’s stomach, only for my eyes to jerk across to try to count every single hair spanning Rhett’s broad chest.

“Seems like things are a little unequal.” Garrett’s eyes shone with devilry as he smirked down at me. “We’ve lost our shirts…”

And I still had mine on. I sucked in a shuddering breath as two different emotions fought a pitched battle inside me. My old shirt wasn’t comforting anymore. It was suffocating, and the Lycra of the cute sports bra underneath was just making me really aware of my nipples, the fabric slipping against those swollen points with every breath I took in.

Trouble is, light was flooding in through the window, pooling innocently on the floor and making every damn thing so bright. That let me follow the erratic path of the vein that stood proud against Garrett’s olive skin, tracking the way Rhett’s loose shorts hung from his hips.

But if I could see them in all their technicolour glory, then they’d be able to do the same of me.

I frowned for a second, the tension in my forehead a small reflection of the kind building inside my head, but my hands went to the hem of my shirt, rubbing the too soft cotton for a second before I flipped it up and over my head.

“Oh fuck…”

I liked Garrett’s groan a whole lot. Rhett’s guttural grunt, the way his eyes flashed as he took me in. This was the standard all men would be judged by going forward.

“So this is what you had under that shirt all this time.” Garrett’s finger traced the shape of the sports bra, down the strap and then along the cup. “I think I’m glad you wore that t-shirt.”

“I’m not.” Rhett moved closer, hands moving as the muscle in his jaw flexed. “Pretty sure I’m gonna set it alight in the backyard.”

“I’ve got more.” Where the hell had that come from? I just blurted the words out. “My dad gives me all his old ones when he’s sick of them.”

“Burn them too.” Rhett dared a tiny smile. “You want some oversized tee to wear? You come and see me.” I found myself nodding along with that. “But right now…” His finger went under the strap of my bra and started to push it down.

Garrett followed his lead and part of me wanted to shout, “Wait!” Wait for what? I asked myself, ready to walk out of here and away from this if it wasn’t what I wanted. Never again would I let some dickhead pressure me into doing something I didn’t want.

No, I had the opposite problem.

Their touch burned as they peeled the strap down until it trapped my arms against my sides and I couldn’t work out which to focus on first. Garrett’s smile, that was both gentle and carnal by turns. The way Rhett’s entire focus seemed to narrow down onto the small bit of skin he revealed.

“Fuck…” he cursed. “You’re beautiful.”

Part of me wanted to grab my phone and force him to repeat that into the speaker. I’d record it and play it over and over again, analysing the way he rasped out the words. My soul felt like a desert, and it soaked in that compliment far too hungrily.

“Katie.” He tilted my head up so my eyes met his. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. How many times I told myself I couldn’t, shouldn’t, because you were his. Because I thought you’d never look at me the way I look at you. I used to come into the station, see you waiting for him, and I’d have to pretend like my heart didn’t lurch every damn time you smiled. Like I didn’t watch the way you tucked your hair behind your ear or hugged your arms when you got nervous. I saweverything, Katie. And I wanted all of it.”

He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“And when he hurt you? When he let you go? I nearly went to his house and broke his jaw for being too stupid to stay. But I didn’t. Because a selfish part of me was glad he walked away, because...”

I watched his hand slide down my arm as if seeing those big, broad hands for the first time.

“I never wanted to be your rebound. I want to be your safe place. The one you fall into when everything else feels like too much. But right now… right now, I just want tofeelyou. All of you.” His hand rose, the backs of his knuckles grazing the top of my breast. “If you’ll let me.”

“Feel us.”

I blinked as Garrett shifted closer.

What could I do, but this? I tore the bra up and over my head, feeling my breasts bob free. It took me weeks, months, even years to feel safe enough to be naked around someone new, and here I was, literally letting everything hang out.

Not for long.

They both lunged forward, hands smoothing over my shoulders, burying themselves in my hair. Rough, raspy, stubbly kisses and then the feel of callused hands as they covered my breasts.

What the hell did I have to worry about? That thought blew in and then out of my head again, because it couldn’t coexist with them. My lips stung, and yet I chased their mouths for more. My hands slid over hard chests, gripped bulging biceps, never able to settle and just enjoy the feel of their hard bodies, because something in me wanted it all. Perhaps that’s why my fingers slid down. Garrett let out a muffled grunt as I found that swollen length again.

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