Page 28 of Comin' in Hot
Two sides of my brain begin working simultaneously.
One side is thinking rationally with“Where did they come from?”
The other serves up, “They want to fuck you.”
And apparently, while I was busy imagining social posts about orgies, these three were surrounding me, unrolling their mats, and setting up shop.
I’d like them to set up shop in my… Stop it, brain.
I really need to work on my spatial awareness because I can’t keep getting caught off guard. But even as that thought hits, the hornier part of me takes over again, and my eyes peruse three naked chests.
God bless the first person who went shirtless and started a trend, because I hope these three never put on clothes.
There are too many abs to count and perfectly sculpted pecs. Brody’s tattoos shine under the sun and feel naughty. They make me think about outrageous shit like licking them.
I exhale softly, feeling too warm as the guys stare at me.
They want me.And I want…no, nope. Don’t even think it.
My heart begins beating faster as I stand there surrounded by them. I’m so dizzy that it never even occurs to me whether or not I look like an idiot or if they’re even checking me out.
Because, and I repeat, they want to fuck me. There’s no unknowing this information.
A deep voice cuts into my thoughts. “Bend over.”
“Here?”
Oh my god. I shut my mouth instantly.
Brody smirks, and it feels like he knows what I’m thinking. But I know he doesn’t because if he did, I’d have to explain why I thought he was asking to fuck me on a cliff in front of a whole yoga class.
There’s a glint in Brody’s eyes. “Everyone’s back in down dog, sooo…”
“Oh.” I catch on. And because I’m now desensitized to being the object of embarrassment, I just keep it moving with, “Right.”
He lowers himself down conspicuously, facing me rather than away. And I can’t help that my tongue glides over my bottom lip because watching every muscle in his body move really does something to me.
Maybe two somethings, actually. The latter being that I’m still standing. He’s left me paralyzed by my horny-ass thoughts, so I’m not moving.
“Psst…” Brooks calls, nabbing my attention. “Need me to show you how to do yoga doggy-style?”
I blink, then giggle, realizing he’s renamed downward dog, before he winks and bends down, walking his hands out into position. Damn, the way his golden-tanned thigh muscles strain makes me swallow. They’re so powerful. But if I’m being truthful, I’m actually only staring at his ass, which is perfectly perfect.
I should do more squats.
An indentation in my bottom lip is definitely forming from the pressure of my teeth as I turn my face away from Brooks’ ass, only to hear, “Your turn.”
It’s Wells, who is now touching me. It makes me blink too quickly as I gulp, feeling his big hands on my waist.
“You’re good. I got you. Just relax.”
Relax?My eyes feel like they’re going to roll back into my head.
But I follow his direction and the urging from his palm that’s pressing to the small of my back as I’m bent all the way over.
“There you go,” he says loud enough for just us to hear.
My fingertips touch the mat before I crawl my hands out, getting into position. Or at least I think that’s what I’m doing because my mind is currently being held hostage by the fact that I can feel Wells’ fingers and his upper thighs pressing against my hip.
