Grayson: A Bad Boy Romance Read Free Page A

my birthday tonight.” Tommy skips easily out of West’s reach, as the man goes to grab him.
     
    “You and West? I didn’t think that was really your scene, coach.” Grayson takes a break from the bag, shaking his arms out.
     
    “It’s not, and it’s not yours either, G. We’re too close to the fight for one of Tommy’s nights out.” West gives Tommy a pointed look, but the younger guy just holds his hands up in protest.
     
    “Hey, what is so wrong with my nights out? A little fun never hurt anyone!” Tommy looks mortally offended, his baby blue eyes wide, but he’s not fooling anyone.
     
    “What, aside from the fact they normally involve strippers, a heinous amount of alcohol, and you getting escorted from the premises for picking a fight with some dick-wad whose girlfriend you’re trying to bone?” West shakes his shiny, bald head in despair at the fighter whose boyishly good looks have given him the name ‘All American’ in the amateur ring.
     
    “What’s the matter? You jealous, old man?” Tommy’s eyes sparkle, as he shoots a challenge at his coach.
     
    “Watch it, Tommy. He may be an old man, but he can still kick your ass.” Grayson moves on to the free weights, working until he exhausts himself. At six foot four and 220 pounds of pure muscle, it’s not an easy feat. But he’s learned it’s the only way to stop the nightmares. If he’s too tired to think, then he can’t dwell on what happened ten years ago, almost to the day, back in Philly. He usually marked the anniversary of that fight by getting blind drunk until he couldn’t stand, let alone think or dream. Tommy’s birthday plans might give him the opportunity to do exactly that again, if West can be persuaded to let him go.
     
    “Yeah, yeah, but I can still run faster than he can.” Tommy throws a winning smile over to West. “So, come on Grayson are you in or what? There are going to be some fine looking ladies in the club tonight…”
     
    Tommy leaves the rest of his sentence hanging in the air. Grayson has never found it hard to come by a willing partner. Women fall all over him, with his curly chestnut hair and hooded brown eyes, he gives the impression of having a dark secret, a past that makes him mysterious. That, in combination with his washboard abs and face like a film star, makes him pretty much irresistible to the female species.
     
    But the women never last long, he’s had more one-night stands than he can even keep track of. He isn’t interested in relationships, but sex is something that he needs. It is a primal instinct that can’t be stopped. So, he has developed a bit of a reputation on the Miami club scene as the man who can’t be tamed. It only seems to make him even more attractive to women, and he has never been able to quite figure out why.
     
    “You know the score, Tommy. What coach says goes.” Grayson completes his final rep of bicep curls and starts to stretch, hating to be still.
     
    Tommy throws West a pleading look, and the older man looks up to the ceiling in despair. “Fine, fine. Go. You could probably blow off some steam. But we’re running tomorrow, G, and if you have a hangover, I’m going to push you twice as hard. Now, go get a rubdown and hit the shower. I’ll see you in the morning.” West turns on his heel and is half-way out of the gym before he stops. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot—happy fucking birthday.” He digs something out of his pocket, throwing it to Tommy.
     
    As Tommy catches it, a grin cracks along his face. “Thanks coach, you’re the best, man!”
     
    Grayson looks a question at his friend who is so excited he’s pretty much bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, exhibiting the footwork he should have been using in the ring.
     
    “VIP passes to Urban Moon, baby!” Tommy waves the passes above his head like rodeo rope.
     
    “Urban Moon?” Grayson looks at his friend, unable to keep his contagious excitement at bay.
     
    “Only the