“What? I swear. I didn’t fuck your friend.” Mason looked down to adjust his shorts, an impossible task with his gloves on.
“Look me in the eye when you say that.” Rafe stepped closer.
Mason straightened up and let his gaze land on Rafe’s. “I didn’t even kiss her.”
“Then why do you look so guilty?”
Ugh. What was with this man and his ability to read Mason so well? “I might have possibly given her a few things to remember me by, but I didn’t have sex with her…at least not in the traditional sense.”
Rafe moaned and rolled his head back. “A few things to remember you by? Mason. Dude. That wasn’t on the agenda. I know you. After you toy with a woman, she’s ruined for all others.” Rafe shoved Mason in the shoulder to get him to move.
“Rafe, man, she was all over me. I mean, she looked like she would cry if I left her and drove away. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t strong enough. She’s sex on heels, that woman.”
Rafe narrowed his gaze. “If you did anything that makes Katy uncomfortable tonight, I will personally nail your ass.”
“I promise it’ll be fine. If anything, Jenna will thank me. She was strung so tight she needed to come worse than a dying man needs water in the desert.”
Rafe chuckled. “That’s the worst pun I’ve ever heard.” He jumped back and bounced on his feet again. “Stay away from her, Mason. Katy doesn’t want her in our lifestyle. She’s too innocent.”
“Got it.” Mason had every intention of heeding Rafe’s words tonight. He’d keep his hands to himself and his dick in his pants. He could do it. It was just a wedding. When would he have the opportunity to screw her, anyway?
Rafe continued to stare at Mason where he jumped around on his toes. “And she has personal problems a mile long.”
Mason rolled his eyes. “Don’t we all?”
“Not like Jenna’s. Trust me, you don’t want to get messed up in that shit.”
Mason stood rigid and narrowed his gaze at Rafe. “Is she okay?”
Rafe waved a hand through the air. “Of course. Nothing like that.” Rafe landed a hard punch to Mason’s right shoulder, jarring him from his musings. “Let’s go, man. I need the workout. Katy has me in knots.”
“Why? Because you didn’t get to tie her to the bed and fuck her brains out last night?” Mason laughed as he took up a better stance, bending his knees and roaming his gaze over his opponent and friend. “It was one night. Surely you can go one night without kinky sex.”
“Ha. Ha.” But Rafe didn’t contest him. Mason nailed it in one.
The tables had turned. It was a good time to get their workout started. “Let’s go, man. Before anyone else gets here.” It was early. Nine o’clock. The gym didn’t open until ten, but Mason and Rafe had privileges to use it whenever they wanted. They’d been members for almost ten years now.
Their longtime coach owned this gym, and he’d given them permission to use it at will. Amateur MMA wasn’t something Mason did for the money. He did it for the love of the sport and the heady feeling he got every time he knocked his opponent out. Plus, it was the best way to stay in shape he’d ever found.
Once they got into the zone, time flew. Mason was the bigger man by only a few pounds, but Rafe had never had any difficulty holding his own. It was against every instinct, but Mason managed to avoid slamming his friend in the head. The wrath of Katy wasn’t something he enjoyed often. The woman made a perfect mate for Rafe, all fire and vinegar on the outside, syrup and honey on the inside.
She wasn’t quite what Mason had in mind for himself, but then again, Mason didn’t want any woman on a permanent basis. An occasional submissive at the club was fine. Anything more than that made his palms sweat. Women were a pain in the ass, as he was frequently reminded when he spoke with his whipped friend Rafe.
He grinned at the man now. “So what’s planned for the wedding night? White corsets? Fuzzy cuffs?”
“A man never kisses and tells.” Rafe held up a hand and leaned against the fence, catching his breath. “I think I’m done. That was just what I needed. How about a shower, and then we can go get our hair and nails done?”
Mason lifted an eye and shook his head. “Perfect. Exactly what I had in mind for today. And then we can do each other’s makeup, and we’ll be set for the evening.”
“Hey.” A voice on the floor called up at them. People had been trickling in for a while, but Mason had barely noticed. “Aren’t you two supposed to be at a wedding or something?” Joe Marks chuckled as he approached. As the owner and head coach at the gym, Mason respected him more than almost any other man.