Lone Wolf by Aleksandr Voinov & L.A. Witt

Author:Aleksandr Voinov & L.A. Witt [Voinov, Aleksandr & Witt, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2014-11-09T08:00:00+00:00

On my way for the 2x a week ass kicking.

Hunter sent the message to Kevin, and then leaned his head against the driver’s side headrest, gazing out at the water and the ferry that was slowly approaching Port Angeles from Victoria. He was itching to get back into the gym. Of course he’d worked out on his own at home, but it was always more intense and more satisfying with a trainer barking orders at him.

Except tonight, he couldn’t convince himself he was looking forward to seeing the trainer who’d be barking the orders. The routine of lifting weights and then fucking each other’s brains out wasn’t nearly as appealing as usual. On a normal day, he’d have been climbing the walls, searching for any excuse to get to Ryan’s early so they could get the weight lifting part out of the way and get to the good stuff.

Today, he’d barely made it out of the house in time to catch the right ferry. And it wasn’t writing that had made him lose track of time.

His phone buzzed on the console. Just don’t let him beat you up too much. Don’t want you sore on Friday.

Hunter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Friday? He had to wait until Friday?

And what the hell was he supposed to tell Ryan, anyway? “Would it, uh, be awkward if we just train tonight and skip everything else?” He kind of envied the female gender right then. At least they always had the period card as an ace up their sleeve.

Then again, he wasn’t there yet. The ferry wasn’t loading yet.

He eyed his phone.

Maybe . . .

Oh hell, why not?

Want some company tonight?

His heart pounded. He glanced at the boat, then the phone, then the boat. C’mon, Kevin. Now or never. Need an answer. C’mon . . .

The phone buzzed and startled him so badly he nearly dropped it.

I thought you were busy?

He quickly wrote back, I can change my plans. I want to see you.

Silence.

The boat docked. Cars started unloading.

Come on, Kevin.

The phone vibrated and lit up. Should I get condoms, etc?

Hunter grinned. Absolutely. See you in 2-3 hrs, dep. on traffic/ferry.

He had to get out of line now, but he hoped the next text he received as he did was just another confirmation, or Kevin telling him he was looking forward to it. At a red light, he checked the phone. I’ll be ready.

He speed-dialed Ryan. Ryan’s record of answering the phone was pretty mixed. He definitely didn’t take his phone into the gym and if he was already there for his own workout, then tough luck. Hunter hated to bail anyway, but making him wait without warning sucked worse. Ryan was always reliable, and besides, he wasn’t just a personal trainer, but a friend with benefits, which . . . awkward.

“What’s up?”

“Hi, Ryan, how are you doing? I was on the way to you, but something’s come up. I’ll have to bail.”

“Bad news?”

“Business stuff. The life of a freelancer. I don’t get to say no when clients make extra demands.

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