Kyle's Return (Gloves Off #5)(7)

I shook my head. “No, go home. I still have to work out. I don’t mind staying. It’s only another hour.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, now go before I change my mind.”

He winked at me and smiled before disappearing to the back. I’d already changed into my sports bra and shorts so I could work out with Jared and Patrick. They liked for me to sit on them while they did their pushups and to ride on their backs when they did their squats.

“You ready, sexy?” Jared asked.

Out of the corner of my eye, Kyle’s head turned abruptly to watch us. Jealousy flashed in his eyes when I climbed onto Jared’s back. Interesting. “Do you have any idea how many women ask about you two? I hate having to break their hearts when I say you have different tastes.”

Patrick lifted his weights and laughed. “We don’t always go one way, sweetheart. Some nights we make exceptions.”

“What?” I squealed, smacking Jared on the ass. “Why haven’t you told me this? There are women in here who would kill to have a night with you both.”

Jared dropped down onto the floor and rolled so that I fell off his back. He towered over me and then lifted me up. “What about you?”

Eyes wide, I stared at them both. “You’re joking, right?”

He shook his head and grinned. “It’s something we’ve wanted to ask you for a while now. Would you possibly be interested?”

Holy hell, I didn’t know what to say. The thought was intriguing, but . . .

“Megan?”

Kyle’s voice brought me out of my stupor. Pulling my hand out of Jared’s hold, I straightened my shorts and cleared my throat. “Yes?”

He nodded toward the ring. “Can you look at something for me?”

“Sure.”

I started toward him, but Patrick stopped me and leaned in close. “You’d enjoy it. Just think it over.” By now, Kyle was fuming.

All I could do was nod in reply and try my best to keep a straight face while I approached Kyle. I joined him, but he glared over my head at them, clenching his jaw.

“What do you want me to look at?” I asked. When he didn’t acknowledge me, I snapped my fingers in his face. “Hello, are you in there?”

He shook his head. “Sorry. My mind was somewhere else.”

“I could tell. You’re not jealous of my time with the boys are you? I didn’t think sexy men were part of your taste.”

He chuckled lightly. “I don’t swing that way, love. And I don’t think f*cking around with two men is your cup of tea either.”

“And how do you know? One might not be enough.” I countered.

“If that’s the case, you’ve been with the wrong men. Besides, I know better, your face gave it away when they propositioned you.”

“So you called me over here to tell me that?”

“I’d just hate to see you do something you’d regret. And if you don’t need help then you won’t have problems telling them that you’ll pass on their offer.”

“Right now?” I asked incredulously.

“Why not?”

“Fine,” I said, narrowing my gaze. “Have it your way.” I turned to Jared and Patrick and grinned. “Saturday night, it’s on boys.” They both smacked hands and chuckled.

Glancing over my shoulder, Kyle seethed. “What the hell are you doing?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Maybe I want double the pleasure. Or maybe I want to find out what has your panties in a twist.”

Clenching his fists tight, he looked over at Jared and Patrick and then back to me. “You really want to know? All you have to do is beat me in a squat match.”

“What happens if I lose?”

His smile grew wide. “Then you tell Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum over there to get bent and find someone else to plow.”

He said it loud enough for the guys to hear. They stopped lifting their weights and joined us. Their curious gazes gave me pause, especially when they grinned at each other. They were up to something.

“You ready, love?” Kyle asked as he stretched his legs.

I cracked my neck and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

We started our squats while Jared and Patrick kept track of the numbers. My thighs burned like hell, but I kept going. I wanted to win just to aggravate Kyle. It didn’t help that the boys kept goading him with their words. Every time they would say something, he’d go faster and gain more squats.

“What do you think, J? Chocolate or whipped cream?” Patrick asked.

Jared smirked and licked his lips. “Tits and chocolate are my favorite combination.”

“Mmm,” Patrick moaned.

“Dammit, guys, shut up,” I shouted. My legs hurt so bad they gave out and I fell to the floor, gasping for air.

Kyle laid down beside me. He was breathing hard, but it didn’t stop him from laughing. “The date’s over,” he murmured smugly.

Jared and Patrick came over and stood by our side, smirking. They both looked down at us and shook their heads. “That was too close,” Patrick said.

“What are you talking about?” I grumbled.

Jared grinned wide. “Well, we’re strictly dickly. That would have been awkward for everyone if you’d won.”