Page 22 of Lost In Someone

“You want my load, baby?” I stroke his hair back from his face.

Brodie pulls off my dick and grins. “Gimme all you’ve got.”

Music to my ears.

“Do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve? Is there something you do with your friends?” I ask Ivan. Would they have a tradition among their friends?

The sale of my house is going quicker than I expected, and we’ve already exchanged contracts and will probably be completing the process by the second week in January. Around the tenth, my solicitor told me.

This means I have to sort out the furniture, pack it up, and arrange to have it put into storage. I still haven’t decided where to store it. In London would be more convenient for the removal company, but bringing it down here and finding a storage unit would make it easier for me when I eventually find a place. The latter seems to make more sense.

“They’re our friends, babe, and the pub has a bit of a party. A lot of people come here for Christmas and New Year. You know, the ones with second homes. It’s usually a good night.”

Is that because Ivan has always had his pick of the weekenders at the party? Is that who Kate is—a weekender, someone with a house here? Why does the thought of him with a woman hurt me more than if it was a man? I shake the thought away.

“Why d’you ask? Is there something you want to do?” he asks.

“The house is going through quicker than I thought, so I need to pack everything up or at least organise for someone to do it for me. Would you like to come with me? We can spend New Year’s Eve in London, maybe go back to the club, celebrating the new year grinding up close to each other.”

Ivan steps up close to me, his eyes darkening, and licks over his lower lip. Oh, he seems to like that idea. My stomach clenches as lust rolls through me. As his mouth hits mine, I part my lips and slide my tongue over the seam of his.

I clutch his hips as he cups my face, the kiss deepening as our tongues glide and tangle together. His dick thickens against my own, and I reach around to cup his arse through his jeans.

A cough comes from behind me, and I pull away from Ivan. His eyes are full of humour, and a smile spreads wide over his face as he wipes his thumb over the now slightly swollen bottom lip. My forehead hits his shoulder as I hide from my next class.

“All of them?” I whisper.

Ivan chuckles. “Yep, all of them.”

“I can’t turn around yet.” My dick, while trapped in tight shorts with a loose pair over the top, is still hard but softening rapidly now laughter surrounds us.

I turn around to face them. They all fan their faces and crack up even more.

“You’re laughing at the guy who’s making you work out? On the last class before Christmas? Oh boy, are you in for some pain tonight.”

As Ivan saunters past me, he presses a kiss to my cheek and adjusts his crotch. “He’s hot, so sue me.” He turns around at the door. “Oh, Brodie. Yes to your suggestion.”

“Ooh, what did we interrupt?” Melanie unrolls her mat, pulls her pale pink hoodie over her head, and straightens her ponytail.

“Get your head out of the gutter, please.” I give her ponytail a tug. Mel is the kind of woman I would have asked out before I met Ivan. She’s kind, intelligent, and so much fun to be around, totally my type.

“Bully.” She sticks her tongue out but laughs.

“Let’s see if you’re laughing in forty minutes.”

Stacey spreads her mat out next to her friend’s. “What torture have you forced him to put us through?”

“I only asked,” Melanie says. “They’re too cute together. What’s Ivan saying yes to?”

I clap to get everyone’s attention. “Well done for making it to the class. Let’s get warmed up before we get this session started. Then you’re free to eat, drink, and be merry.”

I take them through the five-minute warm-up of hip flexers, lateral stretches, and other gentle moves to get them ready for the main workout.

Forty minutes later, we’re all a sweaty mess but smiling as we clap our success.

“Are you coming to the pub for New Year’s Eve?” Stacey asks as she mops the sweat from her forehead.

“No, I don’t think so. I need to arrange the packing-up of my house and get storage sorted. Ivan’s coming with me. We’re going back to the club where we first me—” Shit, what did I just say?

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