Chapter 36 Slutty Little Glasses
SLUTTY LITTLE GLASSES
Ember
The first half of the week had flown by, and now it was finally my day off. Wednesday.
Jade had been doing well this week with opening the bakery for me.
After Wyatt and I had stayed at his place Sunday evening, I’d been worried about her opening Monday, but I’d walked in at ten, and the sun was shining bright, a gentle Colorado breeze in the air, and my bakery was still standing strong.
She opened yesterday too, but I’d been down here early getting things set up for the day. Apparently, even when you have a gorgeous man in your bed wearing you out at all hours, you can still wake up exhausted, with a strange inability to go back to sleep, when your body is stressed beyond belief.
I couldn’t seem to shut my thoughts off lately, unless I was getting my ass spanked and my brains shakin’ around by a six-foot-three scruffy man.
I’d tried multiple numbers to get a hold of my arrogant father, none of which worked.
My Mom had returned my call only to say she hadn’t seen him in a week or so and rattled off a number for him, which just rang and rang when I called.
Wyatt had found another number for him, which also just rang and rang, or was turned off when I called.
I was at my wits’ end and not sure what the fuck else to do.
I poured myself a much-needed cup of coffee and walked into the living room to find that same man sprawled across my couch. My eyes drifted over his baggy grey sweatpants, his cropped white workout tank, and stopped on his face.
“Um…” I began, but the words wouldn’t form.
He lowered the comic in his hand and stared up at me through those thick black frames that sat on his nose.
His hair had gotten longer recently, the shaggy look being way too scrumptious for me to handle, and I think he’d noticed that I enjoyed his facial hair a little scruffy because he’d stopped shaving it all over every day.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the concern clear in his voice.
I cleared my throat and tried to muster up words. Why was this man lying across my couch in these damn sweats, the smallest bit of his abs popping out, and those fucking glasses the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed?
“Since when do you…um…wear…” I stumbled over the words as my hand came up and started pointing towards the black frames on his face.
“Glasses?” he questioned with a soft chuckle. “Since I was like thirteen? I got contacts in high school, and I normally only wear the glasses to give my eyes a break at night.”
“Oh, right. I mean…yeah,” I stuttered as I sat down on the end of the couch, taking a small sip of my coffee to keep my mouth busy.
He set his comic on the coffee table and sat up next to me, his body turned towards me, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Do you like them?” he asked softly, his fingers now running up my bare thigh.
I was dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts.
“I mean, sure. They’re…nice,” I swallowed again, my throat feeling dry, and nothing was helping it right now. “You seeing and all, that’s nice.”
The corner of his mouth tilted up, and it was then that I knew he knew what I was thinking.
“Hm, it is nice to see. Especially when it’s to see my girl blushing like a teenager caught with her first crush under the bleachers.
Lucky for you, we have to get going anyway.
So later, be ready to explore this little newfound craving of yours. ”
My eyes bounced over to him. “Where are we going?”
He smiled his normal, happy-go-lucky smile. “Yoga, little flame. Go get dressed.” I stood up, and he smacked my ass. “Unless you want to stay like this. It’s fine with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I get the feeling that my attire wouldn’t be appreciated in class, Wyatt.”
His eyes felt like fire as they roamed up my body until they finally met my own. “I’d fuck you in the middle of class and let them all watch, Ember.”
Once again, my throat was tight, and my heart rate sped up at the idea of it all.
“I’m going to get dressed.”
“Good idea, beautiful.”
I glanced down to see his sweats tenting, and I forced my legs to carry me into my bedroom so I could get changed.
The idea of him fucking me in front of a bunch of strangers shouldn’t have this effect on me, yet the last time? Fuck, nope. Not going there.
Clothes. Internal freak out over my preferred kinks later.
He took off his slutty little glasses before we left, thankfully.
I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to look at him all morning in those damn things.
I’d surely drop to my knees for him, and it would just be…
yeah. Couldn’t go down that path again. I didn’t have a spare pair of panties with me.
“So what exactly is the plan right now?” I asked as I climbed out of his SUV. He glared at me for a moment before shaking his head—probably annoyed that I didn’t let him open my door, but oh well.
“We’re at yoga,” he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Obviously, but what are you doing here?” I threw back.
“You’re not going anywhere alone, so we’re here. At yoga. Which you love and enjoy. So let’s go. Don’t want to be late for my first class.” He walked ahead, opening the studio door for me, a boyish smirk on his face.
He’d gotten changed after I did. When he came out, his hair brushed, contacts in, wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and that same white, cropped tank as before, I wanted to cry in a puddle of needy, horny mess. He’d just chuckled at me and told me I looked hot in my mint green leggings.
As we walked into the studio, my favorite instructor was there behind the counter, smiling.
“Good morning, Ember!” Sandy said excitedly. “And you must be Wyatt.” Her eyes looked over my shoulder at him, and I felt the confusion sink into my gut.
Wyatt’s hand came up, wrapping around mine as we continued towards her. It annoyed me how much the warmth of his embrace steadied and calmed me. My body had never reacted to anyone the way it did to him, but here we were.
“Are you two ready for your class today?” she asked.
“Um, yeah?” I muttered.
Her smile fell for a moment before she looked over and saw Wyatt chuckling. “She doesn’t know, Sandy. I’m sorry. I thought it would be a fun surprise.”
Just like that, the smile was back. “Oh! I love a good surprise. You’re in for quite the treat, Ember! You two can just follow me, and we can get started.”
“We can get started?” I whispered to him. “What did you do?”
He gave me his innocent face that spoke volumes. “I don’t know what you mean, little flame. Let’s go see what Sandy is talking about.”
I blew out a breath as we walked into one of the smaller studio rooms. I hadn’t been back here before, and I realized quickly it was because it was for private classes, which I’d never once thought to do, or had a reason to do.
Wyatt slipped the strap off my shoulder, taking my yoga mat out of the bag and rolling it out across the floor for me—no—us apparently.
“You booked us a couples yoga class?” I shot out as it suddenly fully clicked what was going on. “Is this a…” My words trailed off as I looked around, refusing to get emotional over something so damn small, that really wasn’t small.
“Yes, yes it is. Now, slide your shoes off and come sit with me.”
Sandy smiled softly as I listened to the man, sliding off my shoes and setting them next to his. I sat cross-legged in front of him, his posture matching my own.
“Okay, Wyatt, Ember,” she said, softly bowing her head towards each of us as she spoke. “We’re going to start class today by sitting back-to-back in the middle of your mat.”
We rearranged ourselves as she requested, and I tried not to giggle when I could feel him inhaling behind me.
“Perfect. The most important part of yoga is your breath. Slowly inhaling, then exhaling, repeating the cycle until your breathing matches up together as one,” she said softly.
We sat, back-to-back, as I felt his inhales and began to match his exhales. It took us a few breath cycles, but once we finally reached it, it felt so natural, effortless even.
“Good. The purpose of today is to meet your partner on a more spiritual level. To be and feel fully connected in a way you may not typically be. Next, I want you to lean forward, Ember, and Wyatt, you’re going to lean back onto her.
Give it a nice big stretch, but remember to keep breathing together. ”
I reached my fingertips towards the edge of the mat, but when Wyatt fell back onto me, his deep inhales coinciding with mine, I sank deeper into the stretch.
“Wyatt, you can reach your arms up and to the sides if you want Ember to help you stretch them out as well,” Sandy added. Wyatt’s arms lifted above his head, and I reached up to grab them as they fell to either side of us. “Good Ember, just a gentle pull down.”
This went on, back and forth stretches, focusing on our breathing together as we went. Everything from partner forward folds to seated twists, where I had to twist using one of my knees and one of his knees as leverage.
It wasn’t until we started venturing into acro-yoga poses that we couldn’t hold together a single, serious bone in our bodies.
“Okay, so her hips are sitting on my feet?” Wyatt asked. “And I just grab her hands and lift her ass up in the air?”
Both Sandy and I were cackling by this point. The look on his face was everything, and my face actually hurt from smiling so much.
“More or less, yes. Look, just lie flat on your back, legs up, and match your feet up with her hips,” Sandy instructed as Wyatt did as she asked. “Good, now Ember, set your hip bones against his feet. Once you feel solid, grab his hands, and Wyatt, extend your legs up.”
We did as directed. I tried to keep my core engaged as he lifted me into the air and kept my squeals to a minimum.
“Perfect!” Sandy exclaimed. “Okay, now Ember, if you’re feeling up for it, let go of his hands, tighten your core, and send your arms back and out from your sides.”