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    Core Training
    Core Training
    Core Training
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    Core Training

    By Andrew Grey

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    A Work Out Story

    Hugh Douglas isn’t thrilled about reaching his fortieth birthday. But he gets an unexpected present when a waiter he knows, Max Pierce, flirts hard with him at the gym. They end up going home together and having the hottest sex Hugh can remember… and Max even wants to stick around afterward.

    Starting a romance won’t be easy. Hugh can't help but feel his age compared to the much younger Max, even though Max makes Hugh feel rejuvenated. Max is dealing with daily doses of abuse from his alcoholic father, but Hugh can offer support from his own life experience. If they can help each other, it just might be enough to make a life together work.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateOct 20, 2010
    ISBN9781615816705
    Core Training
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    Andrew Grey

    Andrew Grey is the author of more than one hundred works of Contemporary Gay Romantic fiction. After twenty-seven years in corporate America, he has now settled down in Central Pennsylvania with his husband of more than twenty-five years, Dominic, and his laptop. An interesting ménage. Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He is a recipient of the RWA Centennial Award, has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee, and now writes full-time. Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing). He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Email: andrewgrey@comcast.net Website: www.andrewgreybooks.com

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      Core Training - Andrew Grey

      Chapter 1

      HAPPY birthday, the little blonde girl said perkily from behind the counter after scanning his membership card.

      Thanks, Hugh responded, with absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever. He gave her the best smile he could muster and moped his way toward the locker room, the noise, the banging, the grunting, the damn bouncy music that drove them all crazy, all of it adding to his sour mood. Excuse you! Hugh growled as a man hurried out of the locker room, nearly bumping into him.

      Sorry, the man replied, looking Hugh over from head to toe like he was deciding if he was going to give him shit. He must have decided that at six-four and big as hell, Hugh wasn’t someone the musclehead wanted to mess with. Lumbering into the locker room, Hugh plopped his bag on one of the benches and began tearing open lockers, trying to find an empty one.

      What crawled up your butt? Dan opened the locker behind him, and of course it was empty.

      Nothing, Hugh huffed, and he willed his mood to lighten. His friends didn’t need to pay just because it happened to be his birthday… alone yet again. Granted, it was his own fault. He’d spent his entire life going from man to man. It’s fucked getting old.

      Quit your whining, Dan scolded lightly as he pulled off his shirt, I’m older than you are. And it’s all a state of mind, anyway.

      Hugh half watched as Dan lowered his pants. Then I’m eighty.

      Hey, Birdgazers! Lonnie called as he walked in, taking the locker next to Hugh. You look like shit, man.

      It’s his birthday, Dan teased with a little too much glee.

      Lonnie smacked Dan’s bare ass, the slap resounding through the room. You were moaning like a cheap whore about your birthday a few months ago.

      Dan glared at Lonnie as he rubbed his butt, pulling on his underwear and shorts. You’ll pay for that.

      Lonnie shot him an ooh, I’m so scared grin and finished changing. You gonna work out with us or be a pussy all your life?

      Hugh looked at Lonnie, trying to see if he was serious. He was about to respond when a kid walked into their bay of lockers and undid his lock, and Hugh found his gaze pulled to the blond-headed wisp of a man who looked like a stiff breeze would blow him away.

      Hey, you listening to me or looking at dick? Lonnie would say anything, and Hugh almost retorted, but it would only draw more attention to the fact that he was indeed looking at the young bit of eye candy instead of paying attention to what was being said.

      Hugh forced his eyes away from the smooth back that appeared when the little man slipped off his shirt. God, he was young—cute as hell, but way too young for Hugh. I don’t think I’m going to be very good company.

      Okay, we’ll see you out there.

      Lonnie ignored him and shut his locker, waited for Dan, and the two left. With the room quiet, Hugh found his attention drawn to the small man, who was tugging on a fresh T-shirt. Pulling his attention to where it should be, Hugh closed his locker and followed the small man out to the weight floor, enjoying the bouncing globes in front of him the entire time.

      Hugh walked as far as the stairs to the mezzanine and stopped. He really didn’t feel like lifting, and he didn’t feel like cardio. After a few seconds, a blur passed in front of him and up the stairs. Focusing his eyes, he saw that tiny, tight butt and followed it upstairs. What the fuck, at least he could enjoy the scenery.

      Ascending the stairs, he found an elliptical machine, climbed on, and started moving, his mind going on autopilot, his attention turning inward. Hugh was always like this—he’d start his cardio workout and let his thoughts take over, the noise fade, and the time fly.

      Your friend is a real ass. A soft voice cut through his thoughts, and the sounds of the gym assaulted him again. Looking at the machine next to him, he saw the man from the locker room looking back at him.

      That’s just Lonnie; he has a mouth on him like no one else. Hugh got a good look at the man’s face for the first time. Don’t I know you? Then it hit him; he did know him, if he could only remember the kid’s name. Max.

      The blond man smiled. Yes, Max Pierce. You come into The Grill a few nights a week, but I don’t know your name. Max looked a little embarrassed, but there was no need to be. It wasn’t as though they’d been formally introduced.

      I’m Hugh Douglas. He returned the man’s smile. I haven’t seen you here before.

      This is my first day. He indicated the woman working out next to him, and she smiled at Hugh briefly before stopping her machine. Lila dragged me here.

      I’m going downstairs, Max. I’ll see you tomorrow at work. She touched his shoulder before leaving.

      Are you going to join? Hugh asked, making conversation.

      He seemed to be thinking about it. Will that mean I’ll be able to look like you? Max’s smile was huge, and Hugh wasn’t sure, but he thought the kid was flirting with him. Because if it does, Max went on, I’ll join up today.

      Yup, the kid was definitely flirting. I don’t know about that, but you already look just fine to me. Hell, the kid looked more than fine, and he imagined how good it would feel to bury himself in that tight little body. And fuck a duck, if the kid could flirt, why couldn’t he? Besides if he’d been a girl, the little thing would have been batting his eyelashes and swaying his hips. As it was, Max’s smile was enough to get him going, let alone the rest of the small, hot package.

      I am not, Max argued, but Hugh could tell he was being playful. "I’m skinny and small, not all strong and, if you won’t punch me out for saying so, freakin’ huge

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