Chapter 24 #2
Not sure what that word means, I really need to remember to ask Mia that later. A Greek word I do know is malaka, which is basically asshole—or wanker, according to Haven, who arms us with all the fun British terms.
And this malaka needs to take his hands off my hips if he knows what’s good for him.
“Swayze Wolff, and I’m fine.”
“Ahhhh, Wolff, I see that. Your spirit also screams wolf to me. Strong, but defensive. Loyal, but territorial. A worthy adversary.”
Nick snickers from somewhere and Mia smothers a laugh with a cough.
Why the fuck am I being singled out in class? I just wanted to blend into the background, maybe lie down and work on some breathing exercises—otherwise known as a nap.
Instead, I’ve got a two-hundred pound man draped over me, pushing my body into positions it doesn’t want to be in.
“Very good, Wolf, that’s it, relax those hips. It’s good for, how you say… copulation.”
Just as he backs away, the fucking goat jumps on my back.
“Oh look, Philip wants to copulate with the Wolfman.” Mario, who joined us this morning for shits and giggles, like a damn masochist, shouts out. The entire class erupts. Nick loses it completely, collapsing on his mat.
Grinding my teeth, I force air in and out through my nose to keep me from losing my shit and yeeting this fucking goat straight at the instructor’s head. Or maybe Mario’s. I’m not sure who’s pissing me off more right this second.
Mia walks over to me, talking softly to the demon spawn on my back.
Her voice sends shudders straight through me, making my cock twitch and preen like she’s talking to it. This is not my finest fucking moment.
She somehow convinces little Satan to jump off me and I could kiss her.
Fuck it, I will. It’s acceptable PDA for a couple and included in our previously stipulated rules.
Just as she straightens from petting the spawn, I grab her by the neck and pull her lips straight to mine. She stiffens before melting into the kiss, her hands curling into the fabric of my T-shirt as she presses herself to me.
Take that, Miyagi.
My copulation skills are just fine.
“Thank you,” I murmur against her lips, inwardly proud at the light flush I’ve put on her golden cheeks.
“S’ok.” Her lips twitch up in a tiny smile, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. One I’m not lucid enough to understand.
The malaka claps, redirecting everyone’s attention, including Mia’s, goddammit. She pulls away, her eyes shuttering as she turns to walk toward her mat again.
“After that display, it seems some of us are ready for the couples yoga. Partner up and let’s begin.”
I walk up behind Mia, running my hands up her arms, but she stiffens again. What the hell is going on with her? We’re supposed to be affectionate in front of everyone. That’s how we’ve played it the whole time.
“Mia, I—”
“Not now, Swayze.”
Not now? That implies we do have a problem we need to fix later.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“And now for the double plank. This is wonderful for the core and the arms. Vital for all the things. Decide who will be top and bottom.” Cue chuckles from Nick and Mario, who seem to be a lot better off than I am if they can laugh this much without their heads exploding.
“Bottom planks first, then top planks above them. It’s very cozy, yes?”
Ohhhh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
How is this a real thing? It’s got to be some weird fetish thing Nick’s booked for a laugh.
Mia planks in front of me, her form perfect—I’m talking yoga, not body. Though, no complaints on that front either—and I’m standing here like the last kid picked in gym class.
“Wolff, come on, let’s get it over with already.”
There’s a bite to her voice, the Mia I’ve been living with this last year resurfacing. I guess the vacation novelty’s worn off.
Cursing my attire again, I plank over her, keeping my body slightly arched so my boner doesn’t dig into her ass. I’m not sure she’d be particularly receptive to that right now.
But Philip has other ideas, launching himself with a bleat like some horned superman right on top of me, pushing my dick straight between her thighs, thanks to me fucking freeballing today.
She squeaks beneath me while I curse, trying to shake the fucker off my back.
Fuck, all that’s doing is rubbing my cock against her harder. Any more, and I’ll be asking if she wants just the fucking tip.
A quick glance around the class shows at least half of us in a similar position. Nick seems to be enjoying it though, if the sly grin on his face is anything to go by.
Lucky fucker can, his fiancée actually likes him.
“Get off me, you furball.” I grind out, my arms trembling with the effort it’s taking to support some of my weight from not sinking into her. I’m already so fucking hard that there’s a real risk I’ll come in my pants and really put on a show.
Philip takes a step forward, and hope surges through me that for once he’ll listen, but no. He lies down, resting his head on my ass, digging me further into my girl.
“Swayze, what are you doing?” she hisses out, irritation coming through loud and fucking clear.
“It’s the fucking goat, Mia. He’s lying on top of me.”
She huffs out a laugh as the instructor counts down from ten to one.
Philip jumps down on the one like he’s in on the workout and I surge upright, bending at the waist to try to hide my hard dick until the boner subsides.
“Very good, very good. Now from here we move into another downward dog. Top, you stretch above and forward over your partner.”
Oh, come on.
Can’t a guy catch a fucking break?