The gym was supposed to be empty.
That was the whole point of sneaking down at midnight—no crowds, no distractions, just him and the iron. A chance to punish his body until the buzzing in his mind quieted.
Phei had skipped his usual evening session. He'd been too busy buried between Sierra and Maddie's thighs, tasting them both, watching them come apart on his tongue while they whispered filthy promises about what they'd do to him later. The Melissa's confession that had hit like a drug, and the night had dissolved into slow, greedy sex that left him drained, euphoric, and still somehow restless.
But the routine didn't care about orgasms or revelations.
Dragon Rise demanded discipline. He demanded nothing right now, but his body craved movement. His mind needed to burn off the lingering heat.
So. Midnight gym.
