Page 9 of Not That Ridiculous

I made the critical mistake of glancing over my shoulder.

Kevin, entirely unbothered by my unsubtle gawking, had stood from where he’d been manspreading on the bench—naked! He wasnaked!—to turn around, and?—

His back was broad and thick with heavy muscle, he had deep indents at the base of his spine, and his round arse was a thing of beauty.

He bent over and lifted a leg, putting on a pair of shorts.

I wrenched my head back around to face front so fast I almost stumbled.

Jasper directed me towards a bench and I let my gym bag slide off my shoulder and hit the floor. He eyed me. “I knew you were out of shape, but you shouldn’t be breathing this hard after the short walk from the carpark.”

“I’m not out of shape,” I said indignantly. “Just because I don’t run marathons every weekend, doesn’t mean I’m out of shape.”

“No, the fact that you can’t make it from the carpark to the changing room without breaking into a sweat means you’re out of shape.”

I blotted my forehead. “I’m nervous,” I said. “That’s what this is.”

I wasn’t lying. A gym was not my natural habitat. A changing room was not my natural habitat. I was fine in the coffee shop. I knew where everything was, I knew what I was supposed to be doing at any given moment, and I was in charge. Here, all bets were off.

I was also nervous about the powerful physical reaction I was having to Naked Kevin, but Jasper didn’t need to know that particular detail.

He turned me to face him, clasping my shoulders. “No need to be nervous, Charlie. We’re here to have some fun! You’ll going to love this. I know it.”

Still unlikely.

My distracted gaze drifted across the changing room to where Kevin had managed to get his other leg into his shorts and was in the process of hauling them up.

“You’re going to feel amazing,” Jasper said.

I really didn’t think?—

Kevin got the waistband stuck on the generous jut of his round, bare buttocks. He gave a firm yank and I watched, transfixed, as the silky, electric-blue fabric slithered up and over his cheeks.

“He’s not wearing any underwear,” I said blankly.

“What?” Jasper said.

I tore my gaze away, gripped Jasper’s forearms, and said with a hint of desperation, “Kevin. He’s not…he’s not wearing underwear! Is he allowed to do that? Is that legal?”

Jasper frowned. “Yes, it’s legal?”

“Are you sure, though? I mean…? What if he falls out of his shorts?”

“What’s going to fall out?”

I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows.

“His dick?” Jasper looked over his shoulder at Kevin then back at me. “His shorts are practically to his knees, Charlie. How big do you think his dick is?”

I knewexactlyhow big his dick was, thanks.

It wasn’t a random piece of knowledge I’d ever expected to gain. I already knew that it was something I wouldn’t be able to forget.

“Okay, but what if he’s, I don’t know, sprawled out on a weight bench or something, and you can see right up his shorts leg?”

“You don’t look, Charlie.”

How could you not look?

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