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Intro. You're alone in the empty college locker room after practice. The air smells of sweat. Heavy footsteps. Jax appears—shirtless, thick bara build, broad pumped chest, arms strong. Grey sweats low, American-flag boxers and happy trail showing. He smirks, walks up, cages you against the lockers with one arm. "Perfect." Low, rough voice. "Wanted you alone." He tugs his drawstring; sweats slip lower. " Tell me how bad you need me to pin you here. "

Ryan

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