“You're so welcome,” I said to her. “Thanks for coming.”
I was only used to showing off Decker as my “lover” when it was part of teasing him and rehearsing for my big performance. But I honestly felt vulnerable after saying it this time. Had I pushed it too far? Either way, it was good to let the girl with the braid know that he was off-limits, as much as I enjoyed everyone in the class watching him — and know that he was watching me. It was like double the amount of attention that I normally get in a class that I was already running.
Decker finished packing up my video equipment and helped me gather the mats into their baskets. Feeling the eyes of everyone left in the room on us, I took a deep breath and did something brave. I put my hand in his and interlaced our fingers.
“Thanks for a great class, everyone! You're all the best and I can't wait to see you next week!” I shouted, making sure that they saw the gorgeous man I had in tow.
I grabbed both of us a water from the cooler. We drained them without speaking and then headed toward the showers, as people normally would after a hot, sweaty class. I was on total post-class autopilot and I stripped down, hung my towel on a post, and hopped into a stall. It wasn't until I felt an immense bicep graze my cheek and saw someone else's hand reach for the soap that I realized I had just gotten buck naked in front of Decker. Then I heard a deep whisper in my ear that sent tingles all across my back, ass, and legs, all the skin that was now on display to the man with whom I had been obsessed for years.
“Are you trying to ruin me?” asked the whispering voice.
As the tingles turned into shivers running up and down my spine, all I could do was whimper as Decker wrapped his giant arm around my waist. The way his thick forearm and mighty bicep dwarfed my slim waist and hips made me want to collapse into him. My knees felt weak and Decker easily held me up. He began rubbing the soap on my chest and undid me with his voice again.
“You're so sexy, Tripp,” he said in a husky whisper.
The feeling of his hot breath on my shoulder was too much for me to handle and I was now full-on shaking as he held me up in the shower and rubbed soap all over my body. My cock was hard as a marble column even though neither of us had touched it yet. I looked down to see the dark red head pressing against my abdomen and as if sensing my gaze, Decker slid his right hand over my hip bone and right onto the shaft of my dick. I gasped, but hearing the other showers start up, I put two of my knuckles in my mouth to silence the moans that were threatening to escape. I could feel Decker's dick rubbing against my ass as I thrust my hips back and forth, using my whole body to jerk my cock into his hand.
Staying quiet became harder and harder as Decker kept stroking me with the perfect amount of pressure. The soap helped his hand glide effortlessly up and down my shaft, and he stopped briefly to cradle and gently pull on my balls. When he returned to my dick, I felt myself fall over the edge with the first stroke. Finally I grunted softly into my hand as streams of my cum joined the white suds that were still pouring down my body. Just after that, I heard Decker grunt behind me and he kept holding onto my cock as I felt his own dick start to press harder against my backside.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped under his breath, fighting to stay quiet himself.
I felt a hot splash of liquid hit my lower back and start dripping down over my ass. The only thing that could have eclipsed my own orgasm had occurred—Decker coming on me. Thrills and excitement ran all through me. I was elated and I leaned back against him, turning my head and searching for his mouth, which he eagerly provided. My wolf whined and grunted in satisfaction when our lips met. The water poured over us as he poured more streams of his cum onto my back and rubbed my tongue gently with his own. My wolf keened, craving more of his scent as his cum spread across my back, down my ass, and over my legs. Even though I was still covered in soap, I could almost taste the thickly tart and salty liquid.
9
Decker
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped. My whole body shuddered as I shot streams of cum across Tripp's back. I watched as shot after shot of my cum sprayed over his round ass and the small of his back. It clung to his skin and as I reached out to wash it off, my wolf suddenly kicked up in my chest. Instead of washing it away, I smeared my cum into his skin, marking him with my scent. Tripp let out a soft moan and I heard him whisper a breathless, “Yes...”
Finally, my wolf settled down, satisfied with the marking, and I turned Tripp in my arms, immediately pressing a soft kiss against his lips. My heart thumped in my chest as I pulled him closer. He moaned and wrapped his arms around my neck as he kissed me again and again as I came down from my orgasm.
Pulling back, Tripp looked up at me with a dazed wonder. His curious eyes looked decidedly blue – crystal clear and wide-open.
“Well,” he said, as a mischievous smirk spread across his face. “I did not see that coming.”
I let out an annoyed groan that only made him laugh.
“Get out of here,” he said, stepping back and swatting at my chest. “I need to shower for real.”
I grinned, grabbed him by the hips and pushed another kiss against his lips before dashing out of his stall and getting into my own to wash off the last of the cum clinging to my cock. As the warm water poured over my body, the reality of what had just happened started to sink in. I hadn't been able to help myself. Maybe it was the heat of the yoga room. Maybe all logic had melted out of my ears. All of the “thinking” that I'd done about Tripp meant nothing when his hot, wet body was in front of me... And his hard, throbbing cock was in my hand. I felt ecstatic. It felt so good to just act on my instincts. All of my trepidation was gone the moment I saw Tripp’s naked ass. I let my hesitation evaporate, and my wolf had never felt happier.
I dried off, dressed, grabbed the camera gear, and found Tripp in the garden at the front of the yurt, speaking to a couple of his students. The sun was breaking through the clouds and a patch of light shone right onto him, lighting him up like an angel. I again waited for the reality of what had happened to drop onto me like a lead weight. I waited for a surge of panic, or a sense of anxiety, or a knot of worry... But nothing came.
I bounced down the steps into the garden and he turned around, as though he knew I was there, and smiled broadly.
“Are you heading out, Deck?” he asked.
“Yeah, I have some private coaching sessions this afternoon,” I said, and gave a polite smile to his students who were clearly checking us both out.
“Will I see you again soon?” he asked. I almost did a double-take. His voice was soft and vulnerable, and for the first time in memory, he actually seemed unsure of himself.
Again, my instincts took over. I grabbed him and pulled him close to me. He let out a sudden laugh, and I covered it with a firm kiss. I didn't care who saw – let them look. I felt like I was where I was meant to be – and with exactly who I was meant to be with. At least, I felt certain for a moment.
“I'd love to see you again soon,” I said softly as we pulled apart.
He looked up at me with wide eyes and, for once, had nothing to say.
“It wasn't the plan, but here we are,” I said, reaching out and brushing a hair behind his ear.
“Dinner tonight?” he asked, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat and reached out to take my hand. Hearing his insecurity brought on a surge of uncertainty -- was this really a good idea? Was I actually into Tripp, the kid that had tortured me through high school? But I pushed the worries aside, and told myself I’d deal with them later.
“Dinner sounds great,” I said, squeezing his hand.
The gym was busy that day and my coaching sessions should have been simple enough, but I couldn't get my mind off Tripp.
“Five... Six... Seven –” I was counting before the client stopped doing her squats and looked at me with a blank stare and a hand on her hip.
“What's up?” I asked.
“You started by counting down and now you're counting up?” she sighed, seemi
ng to be completely exasperated with me.
“It's, uh, a new technique to keep you on your toes,” I winked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Um, it seems like you're the one on your toes,” she snarled and while what she said was technically total nonsense, the sentiment came through – I was doing a bad job. I pulled it together as best I could for the rest of her workout, and even went out of my way to help her stretch.
“Okay, great session!” I called after her as she stomped down the stairs. “See you next time!”
“Not likely,” she grumbled quietly, probably forgetting that shifters have great hearing... Or maybe she really did want me to hear. Regardless, I was surprised to find that I was completely unaffected by her attitude. I was deep in thought about why I still felt so upbeat, when I heard my next client arriving.
“Yo, let's do this! I jogged here! I'm warm! Holden's got the kids for two hours! Let's smash it!” Nash yelled as he bounded up the stairs and into the gym.
“All right! That's the attitude I want to see!” I smiled and gave him an enthusiastic high five. He caught my hand midair and held it as he scrutinized my face.
“Wait, something seems different with you...” he said, as though trying to figure out a puzzle.
“Uh...” I tried to look away but he moved to catch my eye again.
“Are you...?” he sniffed close to my body and then pulled back with a shocked look on his face.
I felt myself blushing. My heart pounded and my wolf felt protective as hell.
“Are you happy?” he asked, sounding totally shocked.
I let out a sharp laugh and waved him off as I walked over to the free weights area.
“You just laughed!” he cried, following me. “What the hell is going on?”
“It's just a nice day...” I trailed off as I picked up the forty-four pound weights. “Here, do your recline chest press. Warm up with a set of eight reps.”
“A nice day?!” he asked as he sat on the bench and took the weights from my hands. “It's horrible out there, the weather's snapped and they're forecasting early snow! Nice day, my ass...”
Nash grunted with every chest press rep, and accepted my help to correct his alignment. But when he finished, he sat up and snapped at me.
“Seriously, what the heck is going on?” he sighed as he put down the weights and looked up at me.
I clicked my stopwatch on and bit down on my bottom lip. “I don't know.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“I don't know,” I said honestly.
“Is it someone I know?” Nash didn't skip a beat.
“I didn't say I was seeing someone,” I raised my eyebrows.
“You didn't say you weren't, though, which means that you are. Who is it?”
“Time's up,” I said, and handed Nash sixty-pound weights. “Next set of four reps.”
“I'm not doing the next set until you tell me who you're maybe seeing,” he smirked.
I growled and glared down at him. “Do them with perfect alignment, and then I'll tell you.”
I'd never known Nash to refuse a challenge, and he wasn't about to change that now. He nailed the four reps, growling as he pushed through the last lift but never losing his form. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a small round of applause as he sat up with a grunt.
“So? Who is it?” he puffed and wiped the sweat from his brow.
I clicked the stopwatch and timed his rest period as a sly smirk spread across my face. I barely stopped myself from laughing as I told him, “It... is... Tripp.”
Nash's face didn't change. He kept catching his breath and gave me a look. “Ha ha, very funny.”
“I'm serious!” I laughed.
“Sure, don't tell me. I don't care. I'm your best friend, so I'm glad you're happy. Whatever,” he grumbled and reached for his water.
“Nash, I'm not joking,” I insisted.
He was halfway through chugging water when he side-eyed me and swallowed his mouthful. “Tripp,” he said.
“Tripp,” I smiled, and nodded.
“Tripp Ingram? Who you hate?” he growled.
I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded.
Nash let out a loud barking laugh, and a sudden, “Whoop!”
I laughed and shook my head, glancing around to find that the whole gym was staring at us. I couldn't care less, for once, and gave Nash a huge smile.
“You're happy about it...?” I asked cautiously.
“Um, duh. It's about time you got together,” he said, then took a drink of water.
I frowned and cocked my head to the side. “But we hated each other...”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving me off and reaching for his weights. “Hate is just the other side of love. Haven't you heard that song?”
I was speechless. The stopwatch went off and Nash put himself through his next set as I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
“Wait, so you knew he was into me?” I frowned as he pushed through his last rep with a strained grunt.
“I knew you –” he huffed, then dropped the weights heavily on the floor and puffed, “I knew you were both into each other ever since high school. Frankly, I can't believe it took you both this long to catch up.”
“Nash, what are you talking about? I despised him in high school and he hated me just as much. Do you remember the candy bar incident?” I asked as he gulped down way too much water.
“Yeah, he gave you the most attention out of everyone in our class, and he's the only guy who has ever made you blush. You spent all your time baiting him.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes, but Nash just shrugged.
“It’s not much of a coincidence that you ended up really into each other,” he panted. “Anyway, congrats. I'm glad you finally figured out that you're fated mates.”
I reeled back so hard that I almost fell over. The look on my face must have said it all, because he took a deep breath and let out a sharp sigh between pursed lips.
“Oh, you haven't...?” he trailed off.
“We haven't, uh...” I made a vague hand gesture, suddenly aware that everyone was probably still paying close attention to us. “We haven’t gone all the way.”
“Well, you never know... how that will go...” he raised his eyebrows and gave me a wink. “Better introduce him to your Nona, just in case.”
10
Tripp
When we met for dinner that night, the conversation flowed as easily as if we'd done it a thousand times. I felt more relaxed than I had ever before with Decker. I still wasn't sure where this was all headed, but I loved gazing at his impossibly gorgeous face as he listened to my stories and laughed at my antics. Even more than that, I loved knowing he actually looked forward to spending time with me too.
He told me stories about being distracted during his personal training sessions. I was flattered that I might have cost him some business. I felt like the scales were finally evening out. Considering how much time I had spent fantasizing and pining over him, it was good to hear that I had been on his mind too.
Saying goodbye pushed up against my car, our lips mashed into each other's mouths as we devoured each other's tongues. All I could think about was inviting him back to my place so we could move on to the next stage of our mating dance. Sensing my urgency, Decker pulled back, just far enough that his lips were out of my reach, and spoke.
“Tripp?” he said expectantly.
“Yeah?” I panted, still out of breath from sucking his face.
“I want you to know that there's plenty of time for us to get to know each other. Before we take this all the way, I want to truly understand you. And I want you to truly understand me. This may have been unexpected, at least for me, but I don't want to rush into it. We've got time, so… let's take our time. Would that be okay with you?”
His words hit me like a branch that I hadn't seen coming on a forest path. If I hadn't have been pressed up against my car, I would have jerked backwards. It's not that I wasn
't moved by his considerate, romantic point of view. I had simply never heard anyone say something like that to me before. My reputation as an easy lay seemed to attract the kind of guys who just wanted to fuck and run. Which wasn't all bad. I enjoyed that kind of chase too. But this was something entirely different. I tried to put words to my conflicted feelings.
“That sounds… Uh…,” I cleared my throat. “It sounds good, actually. Torturous...but good.”
Decker smiled and kissed me again, sucking on my lower lip and gently pressing it between his teeth. He had great teeth. Big, strong, and white. They suited the rest of his body in an ideal way.
“Come to my football practice tomorrow?” he asked. Now that was an appealing concept. If I couldn't have the whole package yet, I would at least like to see that package dancing around on display in a tight uniform.
“Will you be wearing tights?” I asked hopefully, biting my own lower lip.
He laughed. “No, I usually coach in sweatpants.”
“Oh, I love a muscled man in sweatpants. The tighter the better. Light gray if possible.”
“You're a sucker for punishment, aren't you?”
“I'm sorry, have these years of pestering taught you nothing? I live for the chase.”
“Well, you'll have to stay off the field.”
“Okay, but I want you to make it hard for me.”
“Make what hard for you?” he growled.
“Staying in the bleachers! Who's horndog meter is going off the charts now?!” I cried indignantly. His intentions may have been sweet but he was certainly enjoying the effect he was having on me.
“Well, I hope you're up for the challenge. Ha ha.”
I groaned, “Obviously.”
“Okay, because I do need you to behave. Seriously. This is my workplace we're talking about.”
“Oh, so I shouldn't sashay onto the field and stick my tongue down your throat like you did at my yoga studio?” I smirked.
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