Wulf: Weight a Minute – excerpt #MMRomance #ScilFiRomance

In this scene from Wulf, Luc is in his penthouse gym working out. The previous night, he'd brought Wulf to the location to protect him, and now, Luc is having a bit of trouble with fantasies...

Wulf: Weight a minute

Luc pushed himself to complete one more set of crunches. He'd done four sets of forty already, and needed one more set in a different position. When finished, he stretched out on the mat and let himself rest.

The slow fans overhead cooled his damp skin--he'd forced himself to sweat. The erotic dream he'd had about Wulf still lingered in his mind despite the torturous exercise he'd put his body through this morning.

Curled up in bed, Wulf's head on his shoulder, they watched a game on Imperinet. Neither cared who won; it was the male camaraderie that mattered. Lovers who were friends first. While the crowd cheered, their kisses grew deeper, longer, until Wulf pulled him down on top of him and submitted to--

The pounding drums in the background music changed, and Luc rolled over and got up, heading for the weights.

"Stop thinking about Wulf, old man." He loaded up sixty pounds of free weights and gripped a set in each hand. Today was his day for focusing on his shoulders, back, and forearms. He faced the mirrored wall, adjusted his grip, and lifted.

Wulf chose that moment to enter the workout area, dressed in nothing but hot pink shorts and white gym shoes.

The weights sailed out of Luc's hands and clunked the floor with a thud.

Dancing out of the way as they rolled toward him, Wulf flashed him a smile of perfect white shiny teeth and warm rosy lips. His eyes sparkled with merriment. He put one foot on the closest weight and stopped it.

"Sorry, Luc. Guess I startled you."

"Startled me?" Luc chased down the other weight. "I almost threw these things through the wall." Luc bent over to pick up the weight near Wulf's foot, and had the treat of rising to see the entire length of Wulf's muscled leg. For a man with dark hair, Wulf's leg hair was more like golden fuzz.

What would all that soft hair feel like beneath his hands? His mouth? In contrast, Wulf's ripped abs and tanned chest were smooth. Did he shave? Did he shave anything else? Luc finally reached the top of Wulf's body and his gorgeous, clean-shaven face.

The man was grinning; obviously aware Luc had taken his time feasting on his half-bared body.

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