He stops at one of the picnic benches and clambers on top. “Yeah, Murphy doesn’t have history there like we do.”
I stop, resting my hands on my thighs. Maybe he had a point earlier. “I left on good terms. Mostly.”
“Left a few broken hearts too,” he mutters, stretching out on his back and closing his eyes.
“Broken hearts, my ass.” I slap his leg. “You all right out here?”
“I’m fine.” His eyes pop open and he squints at the sky. “Might take a nap in this spot.”
“Just don’t get eaten by a bear.” I pat his shoulder on my way to the RV.
“Enjoy yoga time!” he calls out.
Shaking my head, I yank open the door and the mystical notes of whatever music Shelby listens to while she’s practicing yoga or meditating tinkle through the air.
Not wanting to disturb her, I step lightly into the living room and close the door behind me.
I turn and stare.
Shelby’s smack in the middle of the floor, ass pointing toward me, feet in the air, grasping her toes, pulling her knees down to her shoulders, and silently rocking from side to side.
Fuck me, I want to bury my face right between her thighs and stay there for the rest of the afternoon.
I clear my throat as I strip off my shirt. “I don’t want to be the guy who pervs all over you when you’re trying to exercise, but…”
She laughs softly and releases her feet, slowly lowering them to the floor. “Don’t turn happy baby pose into something dirty.”
“I’m only human, Shelby.”
“I did have a yoga instructor one time who called it ‘happy husband pose.’ At the time I didn’t get it…” She runs her gaze over my bare chest. “What are ya doing?”
“Joining you.”
“For?”
I shrug off the question, like I’m mildly insulted. “I have tight parts in need of stretching too.”
She squints at me and sits up. “I’m sure you do.”
“I’m serious.” I lower my big body to the floor, groaning as my hamstrings protest. Maybe I have been sitting on my ass too much lately.
“Do you want to use my mat?” she asks.
“Nope. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll follow you.”
A skeptical frown creases her brow. But she shrugs and hits play on the video she’d been following.
“Do you know bridge pose?” she stretches out on her back, resting her feet on the floor, knees toward the ceiling, and arms at her sides, fingers almost touching her heels.
“I’m a quick learner.”
She demonstrates, slowly lifting her hips in the air while keeping her feet and shoulders firmly on the floor. Besides wanting to stick my dick in her, I’m impressed with her strength and control. Somehow she makes the simple move look effortless but graceful.
“You have to remember to squeeze your legs together,” she instructs. “Sometimes, I practice with a block or a ball.”
“You don’t look like you need it. I mean, your legs are where they’re supposed to be.”
Slowly, she lowers her hips to the mat, then repeats the motion a few more times.
I’m still staring at her when she finishes.
She pauses the video again. “Need help?”
“Probably.” I channel my best dumb jock imitation. “Can you check my form. Just in case.”
“I bet your form is fine.” A smile teases at the corners of her mouth as she nimbly flips to her hands and knees, and crawls over to me.
The subtle movement provides me with an excellent view of her breasts almost spilling out of her sports bra. When she reaches my side, she kneels close enough for her thigh to graze my hip.
“Lie back,” she instructs.
Playing along, I stretch, making sure to show off all God gave me. The space is small, not exactly a lot of room to work with here. My fingertips scrape the end of the bed. After a thorough stretch, I rest my arms at my sides and my feet flat on the floor the way she did.
She places one warm palm against my shin, her touch an electrifying jolt straight to my cock. If she notices the tent I’m pitching in my shorts, she ignores it, choosing to run her hand over my knee and up my thigh instead—which isn’t helping.
“This pose is good for lower body strength building,” she says in a low voice. “Although, I don’t think you need help in that department. But it’ll help open up your chest and shoulders too.”
I dutifully raise and lower my hips a few times under her watchful eye. It’s a simple move and I’ve actually done it before but I enjoy her hands and attention on me too much to stop.
“This is too easy for me.” I rest my hands on my thighs, fingers pointing down the way I’d grasp a barbell. “I’d normally do this with some sort of weight on my hips.”
One corner of her mouth curls. “Is that right?”
I turn my head left and right, pretending to search the small area. “Think we have a barbell around?”
She laughs softly. “Nope.”
“You know what I bet would work really well?” I ask like the best idea just happened to pop in my head.
“Do tell.” She sits back on her heels and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m breathless with anticipation.”
I sit up, grab her by the waist and drag her closer. “The weight of a little chickadee.”
“It’s yoga time, not sex time.”
I slap my hand over my mouth as if I’m completely scandalized. “You have such a dirty mind. I need a more professional instructor.”
She ducks her head and laughs.
I pat my thigh. “Come on. Help me out here.”
Bracing herself on my chest, she throws her leg over my hips and hovers.
“For this to work, you have to actually put your weight on me,” I encourage.
My cock’s trying to make a desperate escape from my shorts. She drops her gaze, staring at it, which doesn’t help at all. “Are you sure? I don’t want to break anything.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
Finally, she lowers herself. Once her weight settles on me, I thrust my hips in the air. “See, much better.”
She giggles and presses her palms against my stomach to balance herself. “This is like the sexiest see-saw ride, ever.” She rakes her gaze up my abs, over my chest and finally meets my eyes. “We need to do this more often.”
“Whenever you want a ride, climb on.” I execute the move a few more times, enjoying the way she digs her fingers into my skin and the gentle bounce of her breasts.
“You know,” I lower my ass to the floor and frown, “there’s something in the way. I don’t feel my hip flexors are getting the maximum stretch.”
She rests one elbow on my knee and leans back. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Your shorts.” At this angle, I have a fantastic view. Smooth, blue spandex stretched so tight over her pussy I can make out every little detail. I trace my knuckles over her center. She hisses and her thighs tremble when I brush against her clit and press.
“Lift up,” I rasp. “Let’s move these out of the way and see if that helps.” I stop and rub my thumb in firmer circles over the spot that makes her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lip.