Chapter Six #3
Perhaps I’ve even forgotten how to breathe. Which is probably why my mouth is hanging open. I figure if I just hold it open, air might fill my lungs without my participation.
Or maybe if there’s a god, I’ll pass out. Because then I’ll knock out all my teeth, and that’ll solve the problem of three guys wanting to fuck me. Because this is a problem. A huge problem for me.
I think—no, I know—I want something not meant for me. Like a kid choosing a porterhouse off a menu. This meal is too big for my stomach.
So I’m going to keep praying for toothless because it isn’t part of the male gaze. Only women fall for that; otherwise, hockey players would be the originators of the male loneliness epidemic.
Thankfully, Moon’s voice intrudes again.
“Let’s flow now into plank pose by jumping our feet out, then lowering into chaturanga dandasana before pressing into lower downward dog.”
Instinctively, I look up, because what is she talking about? What is a chaturanga? But when I lift my head, I’m hit with Brody, Brooks, and Wells all pressing their crotches into the floor as their faces rise to the sun.
Good god. Why is this happening to me?
They might as well be in slow motion with “Unholy” by Sam Smith playing because I’m catching every single goddamn movement.
The way Wells parts his lips, his arms strained under the weight of him. Brody’s jaw muscles rippling before he licks his lips. And the extra press Brooks does as he lets out a quiet groan.
I’m a goner. So fucking turned on that I feel feral.
That’s when a thought makes my eyes pop open before I face down at my pink yoga mat.
I want to fuck them. At the same time. Just like in my dream. And I want it bad.
“Hold for one second,” Moon calls out, “before you reverse back to downward dog, bringing yourself to uttanasana, and then ultimately bring that breath into our upward salute.”
I couldn’t care less about a salute because all I can think is that I could fuck them if I want to. I could.
All I can picture is the three of them surrounding me and my clothes falling off as their lips descend over my body. It’s very Harlequin grocery store novel meets porn. But my body likes it.
So much so that my eyes have to briefly close.
Thank god we’re all in the same position because it would be mortifying for anyone to see the way my backside just contracted so I could feel a little more friction between me and the ground.
“You gonna hold that all day?”
My eyes spring back open. My head lifts.
Brody’s squatting in front of me, eyes locked to mine.
Oh my god, I’m still in the fucking junk press. Shit. I give an embarrassed giggle before scurrying back onto my knees as he stands.
“I really should familiarize myself with the vocabulary,” I whisper.
Nerd.
His jaw tenses as he looks down at me, but before I can figure out why, Brooks sidles up next to him, throwing his elbow onto Brody’s shoulder.
“Fuck, Margot. Tell me this is you flirting so I can take back what I said.”
“What you said?” I ask honestly, blinking up, feeling Wells close in on my other side.
Brooks lifts my chin with two fingers. “Instead of mine, maybe I’ll call you ours.”
I never doubted that what Moon said was the truth. Because even an idiot (me) can feel the chemistry between us, no matter what lie I told. But I’m not cool enough for this. Not free enough. I’m a repressed, newly single woman who’s never seen a real dick.
I’m basically Amish.
I swallow, staring up, only having to glance to look at Wells too.
The way they’re above me, with me on my knees, it’s all too 365 DNI. Next, I’ll be sucking someone off, followed by a half-hour montage of full-frontal penetration.
I need to get out of here.
“I have to pee,” I blurt out, instantly regretting it.
Eyebrows minutely rise, and one head cocks as they all suddenly grow matching smirks and grins.
Brooks smiles widely. “What are you into, gorgeous?”
Oh god. Kill me.
I push onto my feet, bunching up my mat, which makes me stumble around and do a three-sixty because I’m caught up in the shit in my arms.
“Sorry,” I rush out, feeling their eyes on me.
But what’s there to say other than to apologize for my insanity? I just announced my body functions like a toddler.
Wells reaches out, taking the mat from me, freeing me from my physical spiral. I let out a whoosh of an exhale and swipe an errant hair from my face.
“Thank you. I just…” Again, the full sentence meant to come out doesn’t.
But Wells just chuckles and hits me with, “Okay.”
How does he make that fucking word sexy?
I clear my throat, walking backward a few steps, lifting my hand to wave.
Brody says nothing and doesn’t wave, but he looks like he would eat me alive.
Wells gives me a wave back and also looks devoury.
But Brooks mouths fuck as his eyes rake over my body.
Oh, these three are definitely coming in hot. And I’m so unprepared.
I rip around, hightailing it back into the house and straight up the stairs to my room. Because there’s only one solution for this triple threat.
A little afternoon delight.
Because the only way I’m making it through this week is with a little “D,” as in double D batteries.