No Rep (Madd CrossFit 1)

He also had a scar on his cheek that looked like once upon a time, he’d been sliced open pretty good.

It wasn’t an unattractive look for him, either. It made him look even hotter. And meaner.

For some reason, I liked my men to look mean.

And Wilhelm Schultz, despite his funny name, had that working well for him.

“Did I hear you say CrossFit?” Schultz asked.

I grinned.

I wasn’t looking at Taos, but I was fairly sure that he was grinning, too.

There were two types of people in the world. Those who did CrossFit, and those that thought CrossFit was an abomination.

Obviously, Schultz wasn’t of the abomination variety.

“Taos quit his day job to open a CrossFit gym. Now half the force goes there to get their PT in, and he offers a discount to first responders,” Chief Wilkerson explained.

Schultz jerked his chin in understanding, then switched his view to the child that Taos was holding.

“I’m all about going to the gym as long as you have childcare,” he murmured.

Taos nodded his head. “We have childcare at two classes we hold in the morning and the evening, eight thirty in the morning, and five thirty in the evening.”

“Schultz is the guardian of his nieces,” Chief Wilkerson explained. “How are they doing?”

Schultz leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on the Formica countertop.

“They’re hellions,” he answered. “They attended a kid’s CrossFit class at our old gym. Do you have that here?”

“We do.” Taos nodded. “Though, the woman that runs it is out for about four more weeks since she just had a baby.”

“Would y’all like to pull up a seat?” Chief Wilkerson offered.

I looked at the bar height counter, then at the baby.

“I don’t think they make high chairs that high,” I admitted.

Turns out, they didn’t.

After speaking for a few more minutes with the chief and Schultz, and hearing Schultz say he’d be in this afternoon after his shift, Taos and I finally took the table that was provided to us as we walked inside.

There were two glasses of water sweating on the table, and menus that looked like they’d seen better days.

The moment Taos sat down, he switched Vlad to his other arm and then scooted into the booth.

“There was this one time that I had to hold him when he was a baby,” I mused. “Mavis had to go into the hospital to have something done, and I’d stupidly not taken his baby seat in with me as I waited for her. I had to hold him almost a full four hours, and by the time that we got to go home, I thought that my arms were going to fall off.” I paused. “He now weighs about seventeen times what he weighed when he was born, and you never once switched him to the other arm until just now.”

Taos’ eyes sparkled. “That’s why I CrossFit. Functional fitness.”

I snickered and reached for my water, taking a hefty swallow before placing it way out of reach so Vlad didn’t accidentally spill it all into my lap. Which he’d done quite a few times to Mavis and me before.

We’d definitely learned our lesson.

Taos hadn’t. Which meant that after he took his sip, he placed it down onto the table within reach.

It took Vlad point five seconds to reach for it and spill it everywhere.

I cursed and jumped up, reaching for a stack of towels that were behind me.

Handing half to Taos who was now standing—dear God, I could see his dick imprint through his wet jeans—I went to work on the table while Schultz laughed his ass off across the room.

Chief Wilkerson had a smile on his face, and Vlad was energetically clapping his hands as he too was dried off.

“What a mess you are, Vlad,” I murmured as I stacked a wad of paper towels down into the crease of the booth and dried it off.

“Menace,” Taos agreed.

That’s when I turned to find myself face to dick with Taos.

Taos who, might I add, was well endowed.

I could tell.

I was also wondering if the man had any underpants on.

Because by the way he looked right now? He didn’t.

CHAPTER 7

Sometimes I pretend to be normal. But being normal is boring, so I go back to being me.

-Text from Fran to Mavis

FRAN

“Mavis, shut up, you whore!”

Mavis, the whore, was practically falling off the couch in her hilarity at the situation.

“So, you what? Cherished it? Worshiped at his throne of awesomeness?” she snickered.

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t do anything. After I almost touched his dick with my nose, I stood up, went beet red, and then tried to ignore the fact for the rest of lunch. It was incredibly awkward because that was all I could think about. And then, the damn man had to go and laugh it off like it wasn’t a big, life-changing deal when it was!”