Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Thumper and his woman, Cara, enter, followed by her sister and Apollo.
“You look like you want to run away,” Slick says. “It’ll be fun.”
Thumper grumbles but snaps his mouth closed when Cara swats him in the chest.
“A deal’s a deal,” he says, a wicked grin on his lips.
Cara blushes, and I can imagine what kind of barter they made for Thumper to be willing to do yoga.
“Everyone ready?” Slick asks as she makes her way to the front of the room.
Aro follows quickly, taking up the last spot on the first row like an excited kindergartener lining up for recess.
I go through the motions, realizing very quickly that I don’t have the range of motion I thought I did. I keep my eyes on Aro, who happens to keep his eyes glued to Slick’s ass so hard he misses several transitions.
She rolls her eyes when she notices where his attention is trained, but instead of him looking away or issuing an apology, he throws a wink in her direction.
I want to shake him, to tell him that trying to hook up with another teammate is a very bad decision, but what the fuck do I know about any of it?
My muscles ache in a way I’m not familiar with after the session is done, but Aro stops me before I can head toward my room.
“I need a shower,” I argue.
“You need a beer. You’ll get a minute into your shower and have nothing but cold water. The couples that do yoga spend a lot of time getting clean.” A slow grin spreads across his cheeks, and I know I should smile right along with him, but it’s just a reminder of how I haven’t been spending my days these last several weeks.
We just got back yesterday from a trip to Central America. What was anticipated to be a long mission only lasted three days. I’m already ready to head out again. Being so close to Sylvie and actually staying away from her has been an ongoing struggle, and I know I’m losing the battle.
“You said a beer,” I remind Aro as he reaches for a bag of potato chips in the pantry.
“Gotta fuel this machine,” he says before stuffing a handful in his mouth.
“Neanderthal,” Slick mutters as she enters, handing me a bottle of water instead of the promised beer.
“Wanna come back to my cave?” Aro asks, but the delivery isn’t as smooth as he probably intended because chip crumbs spray out of his mouth.
Slick doesn’t immediately reject his suggestion which only confuses me further. “Have you upgraded from crayons to paint on your cave drawings?”
Aro looks confused for a few seconds, swallowing his mouthful of chips. “I now use my magic wand to paint the walls.”
Slick looks just as disturbed as I feel.
“Wait,” Aro rushes out. “I didn’t mean it that way. Wait. Let me explain.”
I laugh as Slick makes a hasty escape from the room.
“Fucking women,” Aro mutters, another oversized handful of chips inching toward his mouth.
“You just told her you jizz all over your bedroom walls.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s what you said.”
He sighs, his eyes still locked across the room where Slick escaped.
“I’m going to the garage,” I mutter, grabbing another bottle of water from the fridge before leaving the room.
Aro follows me out of the clubhouse, and we find Ugly and Boomer sitting on folding chairs and drinking beer.
I’m not surprised that none of the couples from the yoga sessions aren’t in here. Why would they be sitting in the middle of a fucking sausage party when they’re tasked with cleaning the sweat from their lover’s skin?
I feel like a fucking chump as I plop down in one of the chairs.
I’ve been a surly bastard for weeks, and it only gets worse when I’m around these guys. Even if they started teasing me about Sylvie, I’d be okay with that because it opens the door for me to ask for advice, but they keep their lips shut.
I think about giving Aro a hard time about Slick because maybe that will somehow end up with him returning a joke about Sylvie, which also gets me right where I want to be, but it doesn’t feel right.
The last thing I want is any level of strife between any of us. Who fucking knows, maybe something is going on between Aro and Slick. I don’t want to be the asshole getting in the way of that.
My phone chimes with a text, but I’m slow to pull it from my pocket. I’ve been blocking numbers as they come in, wondering how any of these women even got my number. I’m not a texter. I pick women up from the bar. Or at least I used to. I haven’t done that in a very long time. I was never one to reach out and make plans. Spontaneous was the name of the game for me.