Page 40 of Dance of Defiance
“Maybe I just like the view. You lying between my legs, looking up at me like that…”
Roman turns beet red, his eyes widening a little before they pull to murderous slits. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me.”
“Why?”
Roman grits his teeth, his muscles flexing and bulging in a way thatdoes thingsto me as he shoves the bar up from his chest. “Because you’re…”
He trails off, and I chuckle.
“Oh c’mon, where’s that homophobia? Let it out, buddy.”
Roman grunts again as he lifts the bar from his chest. “I wasn’t going to saygay, idiot.”
“Good. That’s not my label of choice.”
Roman grunts extra loud, making my dick twitch as he shoves the bar all the way up and re-racks it. He sits up, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his broad chest heaving as he swivels to look at me.
“Why do you insist on intruding into my life?”
“Because it’s just so much fun?”
His too-perfect mouth twists. “I’mnot into men. Period. I’m not sure how much clearer I have to be. I’m?—”
“Donotsay straight, please,” I groan. “I honestly can’t hear it again and not laugh. Or throw up. Or both.”
Roman’s stubbled jaw tightens. “Look. Whatever this fucking banter-y bullshit of yours is, I’mnotinterested. Full fucking stop. I’m marrying a woman, in case you missed it.”
“Ahhh,yes,” I sigh. “The beard. How terribly cliché?—”
“Fuck.Off.”
Roman turns away from me, lies back on the bench, and slides under the bar again. He un-racks it and lowers it to his chest, grunting with the effort. Just as he starts to lift, I put my hands on top of the bar and push down—not hard, just enough to make it impossible for him to fight it.
His eyes go wide. “What thefuckare you doing?!”
“I want some honesty, Roman.”
“Val, get thefuckoff!”
“If you’re not into guys…” I sigh. “Exactly what got your cock so fuckinghardthe other day.”
He grunts, gritting his teeth as he tries to shove up against both me and gravity. “Fuck. Off.”
“Throbbing, even…”
“I swear to fucking God?—”
“Leaking precum all over your underwear…”
“GET OFF!” he roars.
“Mm, love it when you get bossy.”
With a roar, Roman takes matters into his own hands. He doesn’t have weight locks on the bar, so he rolls to the side, lowering one end of it. Instantly, the plates on that side falloff and hit the floor with a sharp metallic clang. The bar then immediately tips to the other side, and the other plates do the same thing.
Okay, well played.
Roman now shoves the empty bar up easily, sliding out from underneath it and lurching to his feet.
