“Finish eating and meet me outside.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, and he tensed up, his blue eyes darkening briefly.
For a moment, I thought he would say something, but he didn’t. He just turned on his heel, peeling off his white cotton T-shirt as he went.
I scarfeddown the rest of my food as fast as I could and chased Riddick outside. I peeled off my own shirt as I stepped into the sunshine, expecting to find him waiting for me with our boards.
I was surprised to find that he’d set out a longboard on the sand, but I didn’t think we would be using it to surf.
A yoga mat was rolled out on top of the board. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“We’re doing yoga?”
He glanced at me and pursed his lips.
“You’redoing yoga. Today, we’ll do an active rest day before we get you into weight training tomorrow. If you’re sore, I don’t want you to push yourself too hard. It’ll do more damage than good.”
“Okay! Sounds smart.” I grinned, genuinely excited. “I’ve never done yoga before, but I’ve always wanted to try it,” I admitted, and his eyes widened in surprise.
“You’ve never done yoga before?”
I shook my head.
“Nuh-uh. Like, I have obviously seen people do it. I know all about doggy-style and nah-imma-stay in bed or whatever. Just yoga is expensive. Never really had the money to take a class.”
“Downward dog.”
“Huh?”
Riddick was staring at me, his eyes shining with what I could have sworn was amusement.
“The pose is called the downward dog. Notdoggy-style.”
“Oooh. Gotcha!” I grinned, blushing a little at hearing him saydoggy-style. The image of me on all fours and Riddick hammering into me from behind ripped across my vision, and I clenched.
Jesus. Would that even feel good?
I’d never had anything come remotely close to penetrating my ass before. I wasn’t sure if I would like it, but my weird brain kept putting me in fantasies where it was happening.
Would it hurt?
Itmustfeel somewhat good if gay guys did it. Right?
Riddick was staring at me again, and I watched him trace his tongue over his bottom lip, causing me to blush harder.
Fuck. I hope he couldn’t read minds or something.
Shit! What if he could read minds!?
Riddick, if you can hear this, blink twice!
Okay, he didn’t blink… He probably can’t read minds.
Unless… he doesn’t WANT YOU TO KNOW he can read minds!
The corner of Riddick’s lip twitched as I fidgeted before him, and he gestured to the yoga mat.
“Get on the board. Sit with your legs crossed and your hands on your knees.”
