My second orgasm crashes over me even harder than the first, and my entire body convulses around him. He follows seconds later with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me as he spills himself in hot waves.
We stay there, panting, our bodies still joined.
“Still want that coffee?” Ethan asks eventually.
I laugh weakly. “I think I need something stronger now.”
He grins and kisses me softly. “How about a bath instead? My knee could use the hot water.”
“A bath sounds perfect.”
He pulls out of me slowly, and I wince at the sudden emptiness. He helps me down from the counter on shaky legs, and we make our way to his bathroom.
As I sink into the hot water with his arms around me, I think about how different my life is now compared to three months ago. Brody feels like a thing of the past now. Even the pain of being betrayed has become a distant memory, like it happened to someone else entirely.
My phone is probably still buzzing with questions from the girls. I'll have to face them tomorrow, and I'm not sure what to say.
Admitting the truth feels risky when I don't know where this is headed. If it ends badly, I won't just have a broken heart. I'll have a ruined reputation and a career marked by one huge lapse in judgment.
15
Ethan
“You're not breathing.”
“I'm definitely breathing. If I wasn't breathing, I'd be dead,” I quip.
“You're holding your breath.” Natalie adjusts my arm, pushing it higher above my head. “Yoga requires continuous breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”
“Yoga requires a body that bends. Mine doesn't.”
It's Sunday morning, and I'm in my living room, attempting to follow Natalie through a series of stretches that she swears will help my recovery. She's in tiny shorts and a sports bra, flowing through poses like water while I struggle to touch my own toes.
“Now we're going to move into downward dog,” she says, demonstrating a position that makes her ass look incredible. “Hands and feet on the floor, hips up toward the ceiling.”
I try to copy her. My hamstrings scream in protest, and my shoulders feel like they're about to pop out of their sockets. My bad knee throbs with a dull ache that reminds me why I'm doing this in the first place.
“Am I doing it right?”
She looks over at me and presses her lips together, clearly trying not to laugh. “You look like a very angry triangle.”
“I feel like a very angry triangle.”
“Try to relax your neck. Let your head hang.”
I let my head hang. Blood rushes to my face, and I'm pretty sure I'm turning purple. “How long do I have to stay like this?”
“Five breaths.”
“I've already taken five breaths.”
She giggles, making my discomfort worth it. “Those were panicked gasps. They don't count.”
I grunt and try to breathe properly while my entire body protests. Natalie moves out of her pose and walks around me. “Your heels need to be closer to the floor.”
“My heels are as close as they're going to get, Nat.”
“And your back should be flat, not curved.”
