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Suck it up buttercup. This was what she had come for, the discipline
needed to seriously shed pounds. Two men came to the front of the
room to welcome everyone. Maura was temporarily dumbstruck by their
contrasting coloring and resulting hotness.
    Each man's coloring complemented
the other perfectly. Bain's coloring was dark, having those dark
chocolate eyes and hair, and he stood tall and broad, heavily
muscled like a boxer. The man next to him stood almost as tall but
with tawny gold hair, sky blue eyes, and a more leanly muscled
frame, more like a swimmer or martial artist. Maura wouldn't mind
being the meat in that man sandwich. Heat flooded her body and
pooled in her panties. Bain chose that moment to meet her assessing
gaze. Her face flamed and she looked away, sure that her thoughts
were written all over her face.
    You must quit lusting over every
man you encounter here.
    That problem was solved easily
when, after the greeting and brief orientation from hot and hotter,
guests broke for an opportunity to meet the people they would be
sweating with over the next couple weeks. She actively avoided
looking at Bain, embarrassed at being caught undressing him with
her eyes and concentrated on meeting the other guests. The men
mostly dismissed her after a handshake and perfunctory name swap
then gravitated toward the more delicately formed members of the
women's group. The women were mostly nice. She supposed she posed
no threat for male attention and that made making female friends
easier.
    * * * *
    Bain watched, trying not to glare
at the men touching Maura. It was simply handshakes, but his bear
was decidedly unhappy about the situation. This completely
conflicted with the incredulity he felt at the men's immediate
dismissal of what was so obviously a luscious, beautiful woman. How
could they miss what a desirable, delectable woman was right in
front of them? Not that he wanted men to hit on her. Hell, he
didn't know what he was thinking anymore.
    Bain couldn't keep his eyes off the
way she flitted amongst the guests. Her smile dimming ever so
slightly every time she was summarily dismissed after each
greeting. He saw a quickly disguised flash of pain in her eyes
every time. It made his bear very grumpy. Bear wanted to go to her,
comfort her, and cause pain in those that put sadness in her eyes.
He was having to put effort in restraining his beast from doing
bodily harm to his guests.
    Gavin could feel the tension
rolling off of Bain in waves. He could see the woman Bain was
growling over and was immediately captivated by her sweet face and
figure. She was generously curved and in all the best places. Her
breasts were full, hung pleasantly over a soft waist and nicely
flared hip. When she turned to greet another camper, Gavin got an
eyeful of her backside and felt a rush of blood to his
groin.
    Juicy.
    Overwhelmed suddenly by the urge to
sink his teeth in that behind like it was a rare steak, he felt a
bigger rush of blood to his groin and had to adjust himself. His
lion purred in agreement. There was something unique about this
woman. The curious feline in him perked at the hint of a riddle to
be solved.
    What is it about that
woman?
    This was going to be a very, very
interesting couple of weeks.
    Gavin couldn't wait to assess her
physical fitness. Hell, he had already assessed her physically
anyway. Luckily, he didn't have to wait for long. Her last name
began with B and was toward the top of his list. Gavin was also not
surprised that her's was the name on the file that Bain asked for
the day before. She was wearing yoga pants that molded her shapely
legs in mouth watering detail. She had paired that with a larger
t-shirt that hit her mid-thigh. It offered only a tantalizing peek
at the amazing ass that hid underneath it. It also planted the
image of what she would look like padding around wearing nothing
but a shirt.
    His shirt.
    After sex.
    Her dark hair was pulled back in a
ponytail that had a slight curl at the end.