I did it gratefully, and for a split second, I thought I’d misjudged him. Perhaps we were done. Maybe he was going to congratulate me for getting through a whole session.
Linc stood before me and adjusted his loose yoga pants, tugging them up slightly so I could no longer see as much of his snail trail. But all it did was highlight that his pants didn’t hide a thing.
He cleared his throat, and I snapped my eyes up to his. Heat flushed my cheeks. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stop the awkward laughter bubbling up my throat. Busted.
“We’re going to try the tree pose. Watch me do it first, and then I’ll help you.”
He balanced on his right leg and slid his left foot up his leg. He turned his knee out, brought his hands up as if he were praying, and breathed deeply. He held eerily still with his eyes closed for longer than I could even stand still on two feet, never mind one.
When he lowered his leg, he opened his eyes and smiled. “Let’s start with your foot at your ankle.”
He grasped my waist, and I swallowed hard. He was so close to me. Only a few inches separated us. I inhaled his scent—something woodsy with citrus—and bit back a moan. He was familiar in that unobtainable way. I picked up on traces of his aftershave and that natural scent that was all him that I smelled on Jacques and Trav every time we were together. Knowing he’d been with my guys, that they’d touched and tasted one another was like catnip. I’d loved watching them with him. How they’d been together—unrestrained and carnal yet caring at the same time—was beautiful. The way Linc touched Jacques and Trav was… beautiful. He took control, and my guys melted, trusting him without question. I loved their familiarity. The way they didn’t need to ask what the others liked because their relationship had been rock solid for so long was so damn attractive.
After all, how could it be anything but solid, given the way Linc had just accepted me straight into the fold?
Every girl says they want the bad boy, but good guys—especially ones who were as good in bed as they were outside—were truly a rare find. It had taken me decades of marriage and a messy divorce to realize that all I wanted was three men who loved one another… and me.
Well, two of them anyway. Gah, I had to force my libido to get with the program, because the man in front of me was Fine—with the capital F.
I licked my lips and instinctively leaned closer, breathing him in. I knew I needed to stop, but against my better judgement, I let my eyes wander down that perfect chest and six-pack to the sexy-as-sin V peeking out above his low-cut, loose grey pants.
Oh yeah. The view was even better than during grey-sweat-pant season.
How were real people this beautiful? All three of them were so different, yet equally as sexy. My mouth watered as I thought about all three of them naked. I shivered, desperate to see that again.
“You ready?” Linc asked, his voice an octave deeper and raspier than it had been a moment earlier.
I snapped my gaze up to his again—totally busted for the second time—and flushed. “Right,” I choked out. I cleared my throat and plastered a smile on my face. “Let’s do this.”
“Let’s,” he murmured, squeezing my hips.
I bit back my moan and shifted my weight to my right foot, balancing on it while I slid my left foot up my leg. I wobbled, then paused and Linc reassured, “I’ve got you.”
I held my arms out wide, trying to regain my balance, and slid my foot up a little higher so it was just below my knee.
“Good. That’s good. You’re doing great. Now bring your arms in, and press your hands together.”
I swayed, wobbling harder. But Linc stepped closer, tucking me against his body. It was probably meant to stop me from getting too off-balance, but the feel of his hard body against mine upended me. I looked down, and my breath caught at the way my belly and boobs were pressed against his chest and flat stomach. I was wearing one of my old singlets—low cut with shoulder straps wide enough to hide the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder bra I was wearing. It was comfortable, but I wanted it off me.
Bloody hell, I was hot for my boyfriends’ boyfriend. Cara would have a field day with this if she were writing this story. I’d be that tragic female main character who fell for her yoga instructor. I could just imagine the tagline—he was the one man she couldn’t have. Of course, the greedy bitch already had two Adonises.
But that wasn’t enough.
She needed three.
“You’re a natural,” he murmured.
I startled, so lost in my own haze of desire that I’d completely zoned out. He’d fried my brain. Zapped every one of my synapses so that the only thing working was the throb of my heartbeat in my pussy.
I snapped my face up to his.
I connected with Linc’s nose, and tears sprang to his eyes. He blinked repeatedly and sniffed. I reached for his shirt, trying to grip him there. But it was nonexistent.
Bloody sexy, shirtless men.
I wobbled and threw my hands out, my knuckles connecting with his jaw.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped as I wobbled on my foot, half circling my arms and half trying to cup his face to check I hadn’t broken it.
