Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Shae,” he groans against my neck. My core pulses around his length, two fingers slip up and down, round and round my clit, and I’m right there again. I do all I can do as the orgasm surges through me. My hand holds on to his wrist, my other goes behind us, grasping on to anything again, and lands on Luke’s muscular ass. I dig the tips of my fingers into his skin, more than likely leaving a mark of my own. The idea sets me off, and I’m barely able to keep up with his pace.
“Luke.” My voice is breathless, body weak, and I’m so madly in love with the man behind me that I can’t see spending another moment without him in my life.
“Right here, baby girl. Right fucking here.” His body locks up, he’s planted to the root, and I feel each heavy spurt work its way inside me. We stay still, neither of us ready to disengage from the other. “Love you.” He presses a kiss on the side of my head.
“I love you.” The sentiment bears repeating, especially today.
EPILOGUE
SHAE
Two Months Later
“How did I let you talk me into this again?” I ask Luke. Everyone is at the studio, the entire friend group, and we’re all in my room ready to start a class.
“It’s for a good cause, plus boys against girls. Imagine if you win, the clout your group will have over us; we’ll never live it down.” Luke stretches his neck from side to side. I’d roll my eyes at his antics, except he’s right. When the hospital hosted a silent auction, we all jumped in, well, everyone who could, at least. This wasn’t like your usual run-of-the-mill, six-hundred-dollar-a-plate gala, either. The hospital opened it to the public, had a buffet-style, open-house sorts of event, and the community showed up in masses.
Luke and Gallo went in together for a prenatal care scholarship of sorts. Johnny donated a night in the VIP room at Undercover Lovers. Jagger, Asher, Trent, and Crew formulated a plan to give so many hours a project of the winner’s choice from Jagged Edge Construction. Tysen donated a chartered flight within the country, round-trip. Jude offered up a top-of-the-line security system, and Matthew donated legal fees. That left me, the last one in our group who owned a business, and I had no problem offering a membership to LITHE. Then Luke suggested a class where people could bring whoever they wanted. The idea was solid, so I ran with it. The rest of the girls made a sizable donation to help cover the costs for children who come in for treatment.
“Fine, you’re right,” I tell him, clapping my hands together to get the attention of the group. We weren’t sure everyone would be able to join in, Lennie only having twins a couple of months ago and the others getting further along in their pregnancies. The guys said it’d make it fairer if we did a beginner’s class even though the girls know what they’re doing.
“Everyone ready?” A chorus of agreements hits me. “Alright, we’ll go over the rules first. One, if you tap out, sit on your yoga mat. Two, the ones with the most tap-outs lose. Three, have fun and don’t do anything that will have you needing a chiropractor. We’ll start with some stretches and then go from there.” I didn’t make up these rules; the guys did. I swear they are a glutton for punishment. I’m sure they’ll do well, but let’s be honest, this group of guys, minus Luke, is more for lifting weights and running or swimming. And then there’s Jagger, whose workout usually consists of construction work. Lyric’s been trying to get him in the studio, but he says no, then she makes him do a few poses at home.
“We’re totally going to kick your ass,” Kennedy states to Trent. He shakes his head, not bothering to reply. Luke has said multiple times he’s reaping all of the rewards with how flexible I am, and he insists it’s all of the yoga I do. Plus, these men talk, way more than us girls do, and I’m sure he’s alluded to what all it does for him.
“I’m not so sure about that, Kenny. You haven’t seen my killer moves,” Jude announces from the back of the class.
“Sure,” Winnie replies over her shoulder.
“Alright, some of us have work to do. Can we begin?” Matthew says.
“Bro, everyone knows you just want to be home to catch your housekeeper before she leaves,” Jude spills Matthew’s tea.
“Alright, let’s begin. Shall we?” I use my instructor voice and step on the mat. “Follow along with my movements. I’ll go slow, don’t worry.” We go through the motions of pelvic tilts, leg stretches, the easy pose where we’re sitting cross legged, and no one complains. It doesn’t take long for us to finish our stretches easily, no complaints thus far. Though, the next part might be a little more difficult, and I’m sure the guys will watch their women more than they’ll do yoga.