Page 110 of The Cabin

“There are only two things left on our checklist.” The way he moves towards me is so effing sexy. Primal.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhhm.” His head moves up and down slowly. “Sunrise yoga and the surprises I promised you that I bought the day we made the list.”

“It’s not sunrise.”

“We never get out of bed in time. I find myself having breakfast in bed until noon every day.” *Nervous laughter* Yeah. Uh. He does do that. He does thatverywell.

“I’ve noticed. You’re very lazy…” I tease.

He has me wrapped up and picked up off the ground before I know it, spinning me in a circle, making me shriek. He’s right at my ear. “That’s funny. I don’t remember you complaining this morning after I had myfifthhelping.” Haaaaaaa. Ha. Ha. Yes. Um. Yeeesss. Um. Yes. Yupp. That was…yes.

“You’re a growing boy, Grayson.”

He squeezes me harder, adjusting me so I can see just how much he’s grown. Fuck me.

I’m placed back on the ground facing the woods. Grayson stays behind me, his breath tickling my neck. “We’re going to start with Mountain Pose, of course.” He moves my body so that my legs are shoulder width apart. I’m not sure he had to do that by sliding his hands up my inner thighs, knuckles brushing the fabric covering my pussy, before pushing my thighs apart. But what do I know?

“Inhale,” he breathes, his arms gliding down mine. He grabs my wrists and pushes my hands upwards. Tall, reaching for the sky. “Exhale.” Gripping my hips and guiding them down, he steadies me. “Chair pose.” I barely hear him because he’s smoothing his hands all over my ass, playing with the waistband, following the seams.

My body relaxes into his, letting him hold me up, while slow, unbearable fingers grip the front of my legs, positioning me, lingering in places they shouldn’t. He glides all the way back up my arms and brings them down to stretch out on either side of me. Lips kiss from my wrist to my shoulder. “Warrior Two.”

His kisses continue across my back and opposite shoulder. “Back to Mountain, baby.” Jesus. Um. Yes. Okay. Legs shoulder width apart. “Arms up.” I raise my arms back above my head. Grayson sneaks his hands around me, grabbing each breast, massaging them through the fabric of my top.

“And what exactly is this pose called?” I press my ass against the front of his pants needing to feel him.

“Sun Salutation.”Damnthat was quick.

“Your wit turns me on.”

“Your tit turns me on.”

I snort. “Okay, that one was bad.”

He belly laughs, which causes me to laugh too.

My laughter is cut off mid breath when he pinches both my nipples as hard as he can. “Fuck, Grayson.”

“Bend at the waist, Sol.”

We’re about to have a threesome with my acid reflux.

I bend, pretty sure I know what he’s looking for. I’m holding myself up by my hands and feet in a poor, poor imitation of –

“Downward-Facing Dog. You are such a naughty fucking girl. Ass in the air for me where anyone could see.”

“We should probably look up the Sanskrit for these and their translations,” I gasp, all the blood rushing to my head. “I feel like it’s probably pretty inappropriate if we don’t.”

“Oh, what we’re about to do is going to beveryinappropriate,lollipop.”

Grayson begins peeling my pants off, inch by inch. He takes his time, kissing every part of skin he reveals. Once my entire ass is out, he bites down on one cheek sharply enough that birds fly off when I scream. His actions repeat on the opposite cheek before he licks and soothes the sore skin. “So fucking juicy, baby.”

My arms are shaking, but he just continues dragging my pants down until they’re pooled at my ankles. “Step.” I lift my right leg and then my left so he can slip the fabric off my feet. “Get on your knees.” Oh thank fuck. I can’t believe I even lasted that long without collapsing. “Such a good listener.”

As soon as my blood isn’t making my head throb, the way the rest of my body feels rushes back to the forefront of my mind. I amachingfor him. My nipples are hard, my ass burns, and the open air feels cool against the wetness drenching between my legs. “I will never get over how fucking wet you get, baby.” One finger slides through and smears my arousal across the back of my thigh. “Who makes you wet like this?”

“You!” He flicks my clit and it fucking stings. “You do, Grayson! You’re the only one who gets me wet.”

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