I laughed because he was right. She needed to be worshipped, tamed, held, fucked, forgiven. She needed to be dominated and to dominate—to hand over the leash and yank it right back.
“You and I—we don’t love her because she’s easy. We love her because we choose to. Especially when it’s hard.”
“I’ll be there, Jer. See you this weekend.”
28
jeremy
“Dirks,” I hissed, breath fogging in the frigid air. “If I’d known yoga involved freezing my balls off while pretending I’m a fucking swan, I would’ve stayed in bed.”
“You wouldn’t’ve,” he muttered as he bent over with his ass in the air. “You came for her.”
I grunted, trying to follow along, knees wobbling. “My body doesn’t bend this way. I wasn’t built for downward anything.”
Dirks chuckled softly.
“Don’t fucking laugh,” I growled, shifting awkwardly into what I assumed was the pose. “Some of us aren’t built like bendy little pegging fairies.”
Dirks lost it, and of course, that drew the attention of half the group. I gave up, collapsed dramatically onto the icy ground, and muttered something about dying from frostbite.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Around us, everyone else was practically moaning about how “invigorating” the winter air felt. Masochists.
I was too busy staring at the woman up front—the one leading the class like she wasn’t currently dressed like a fucking bumblebee. Puffy yellow jacket. Black leggings. Yellow leg warmers. Hair swinging as she moved.
My fucking bee.
“Is it just me,” I muttered, “or are all the guys here eye-fucking her ass?”
Dirks looked up from his downward dog. “Are you jealous?”
I scoffed. “Since when are you Mister Namaste?”
“I’ve always come to her classes. You never showed back then.”
Shit.
I rubbed my jaw, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Didn’t know.”
Dirks smirked. “So . . . are you jealous?”
“Yeah, I’m jealous.”
Dirks dropped to his knees and turned toward me, brow raised.
“Not of you. You’re different. You see her. Yourespecther. You don’t try to own her like the rest of them would.”
He smirked. “Still jealous?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said without hesitation. “You’re the only one I can stand sharing her with, and even that makes me want to punch drywall.”
Dirks let out a low laugh and stretched out his arms. “Well, don’t. I just got the drywall in my place fixed.”
I glanced toward Luna again. “She’s gonna be starving.”
“Exactly.” He clapped me on the back. “Take her to lunch while I’m at practice, then both of you come watch me play tonight.”
