Page 107 of Wild Side
A nod.
“Good.”
He barks out a laugh and scrubs his free hand over his face.
“I didn’t mean?—”
“You crack me up. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to say the things in my head so freely, without agonizing over every word or second-guessing every sentiment before I say it.”
I smile. At least he’s self-aware enough to know he’s like that. “Well, I can tell you that sometimes saying the first thing to pop into your head backfires spectacularly.”
We walk into the yoga studio holding hands, and neither of us pulls away. When Gwen sees us, her eyes light up, and she clasps her hands to her full chest. She looks genuinely thrilled to see us.
She’s like… painfully bright and happy sometimes. It makes me wonder what that must be like. As a woman of many constantly changing moods, she seems like some sort of unicorn.
“Ah, look at you two! You’ve got that newlywed glow. The sacral chakras areflowing.”
My head tilts in question, and Rhys groans. I feel like I missed something, but his firm grip keeps pulling me toward the room at the back.
“What’s the sacral chakra?” I whisper-shout to his back.
“According to Gwen, it’s the energy center responsible for emotional well-being and sexuality. Apparently, mine was blocked.”
I snort as I toe off my boots. “Don’t say I never did anything nice for you.”
“What?” He reaches for my coat, lifting it to remove it from each of my arms as though I’m a child. But he does it without hesitation, without even asking. Then I watch him remove his and hang it beside mine. The simplicity of our coats hanging beside each other gives me the most smitten thrill.
“You’re welcome,” I say, for clarity.
Confusion rolls off him as he follows me into the sunny room. “For what?”
“Unblocking your sacral chakra.” I brush imaginary dirt off my shoulder as I glance back and wink at him.
He steps closer, his heat pressing into my back as he moves my ponytail from one side, draping it over my opposite shoulderand dropping his lips near my ear. “Careful teasing me like that, Tabby. I already admitted to being desperate. Means I’m not above dragging you out of here just to get back into that pretty little pussy.”
Fuck. A shiver races down my spine right as my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Suddenly I care a lot less about yoga, and a lot more about getting home.
Rhys doesn’t miss a beat, though. Instead, he slaps my ass soundly enough to draw looks from other people already at their mats.
I flush and head for an open spot, peeking at Rhys beside me as I lay my mat on the floor. His lips are upturned, and when he finally looks my way, hewinks.
My jaw drops a bit, and I stare at him, slightly taken aback by his playfulness. A side of him I didn’t see coming.
Maybe that chakra shit is real, and I healed him with the magic of my pussy.
“Babe, you okay?” he asks, all innocent, pulling out those acting skills he hides away. “You’restaring.”
I huff out a laugh and shake my head, imagining all the ways I will get back at him for this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde display here.
Gwen enters, and we begin, but I find my eyes wandering. His hands. His arms. The way his sweats hug his ass in warrior pose. He might as well be naked, because all I can see in my head is him fucking me in that mirror. The way his legs flexed and his throat bobbed.
As the class progresses, it becomes clear that I am not the only one staring at him. Rhys keeps his head down and stays focused, channeling his inner athlete.
I have the focus of a gnat. I keep watching the way everyone else’s eyes roam. The way the women in here—which is almost everyone—let their gazes linger a little too long. Or the way onewoman makes eyes at the girlfriend beside her before discreetly tipping their heads in his direction.
Maybe it should make me jealous, but I find it… exciting? It taps into my competitive side. I take a secret satisfaction in knowing I’ve got what they want.
Sort of. Technically. Fuck. I don’t know. Rhys and I are married, but I don’t know where that leaves us.
