to try to jump all of their bones or something. Trust me, most gay men have better and higher standards than the rest of us do.
Although, with how most of the guys in this gym look, they would be the only ones who would be correct in thinking that.
But that was old Brad. Carefree Brad who didn’t realize what assholes his parents truly are. The Brad who still only saw the good in everyone.
I miss that Brad so much that my heart physically aches when I look at him some days. It’s so unfair that so much was stolen from him that night. I really don’t know if he’ll ever trust anyone fully again. Not that I blame him. Anyone would have trust issues after the type of trauma, mentally and physically, that he went through.
God it makes me wish that I could have a few minutes alone with his parents, in a locked room, with a bat.
I grit my teeth and try to shake those thoughts away. No use in being upset. The last thing that he needs right now is me being in a bad mood.
He has been doing so good lately. And I know that all of the guys here have something to do with that. Especially the man that I may or may not daydream about regularly.
Danny is beyond gorgeous. Any woman with eyes could tell you that. But seeing the way that he’s been with Brad and how much he has gone out of his way to make sure that he feels like he’s back in control of his life, is something that makes him a million times sexier in my eyes.
And that’s even before I saw him with his three daughters, only two of which are his biologically. Heck, he is even amazing with his ex’s son. I see that every time I see him cuddle that little boy my ovaries go into overdrive telling me to mount him.
Okay that may be my hormones and an extremely long dry spell but whatever. The man is hot with a ton of finely toned muscles that are covered in awesome looking tattoos. Add in the fact that he has perma scruff and looks broody all the time unless he’s looking at one of the kids is a little too appealing. I’m not even going to get started on the fact that his height starts with a six and ends in a four or five. Good grief the man is just sex on a damn stick that I want to take a huge bite off of.
Great, now I’m horny and hungry.
“What’s got you frowning so hard over here?” Is whispered right next to my left ear. So close that I feel his hot breath against my skin.
I jump in surprise and grab my chest. I was so lost in thought that I never saw him move towards me.
I completely blame my surprise on how I answer. “That I don’t know whether I’m hungry or horny. Or both.” Annnnnd I want to crawl into a hole and die. Who actually says something like that to the hottest man that they’ve ever seen in the flesh. Flesh that I admittedly would like to see even more of.
His look is one of pure shock. “You don’t know whether you’re hungry or horny?” He asks slowly like he’s not sure if he heard me correctly. And I wish to God that he hadn’t.
I can feel my face starting to turn bright red. I bite my bottom lip and try to think of an answer. His eyes track the movement and suddenly he’s a lot closer than he was before.
I don’t even realize that my back is up against the wall in the back corner of the main entrance. It’s later in the evening and not many people are here.
He’s so close that I can smell his fresh cedar scent and feel the heat of his front against my own. If I inhale deeply, it’s only because I’m weak…so weak.
“Yes, I’m trying to figure it out.” My voice is suddenly husky. I sound like a phone sex operator who smokes three packs a day.
His hands go to the wall on either side of me, essentially caging me in. I should feel apprehensive that someone his size is blocking my exit but I’m not. Lord help me, my pulse is racing, but it’s not because of fear. I also know that if I told him to move away that he would, in under