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“Guys, I know where you stand on this, and you know where I stand. There has to be a way that we can reach some sort of a compromise that will work for everybody.”
Maricle and the others whispered amongst themselves a moment, and then Maricle asked Cort what he had in mind.
But the truth was he didn’t know.
His mind was too focused on a girl.
CHAPTER 9
Teagan
“You are holding onto too many thoughts, too much negativity. You must let go of all the things in this world that would bring you down. Embrace the light that surrounds your very life force.”
Teagan held the stretch, moving deeper into the movement, her body crying out resisting the change. But she was the master of her body, not the other way around. She would tell it what she required, and she would allow her inner strength to grow and blossom as Siri’s words cut through her thoughts. His voice was so light but so powerful. It was almost like some higher being whispering into her mind and bypassing her earthly ears. It was speaking directly to her soul.
She was vaguely aware that he was right beside her now watching her every move. His hands were on her lower back suddenly as she glided her body forward and deeper yet into the movement. Her muscles were screaming out for relief, but he was not going to allow her any such relaxation.
After about thirty seconds she was grateful for the help. Her body began to shift and move much more freely as she leaned down farther to the ground, still keeping her feet planted firmly to root herself, to anchor her body and soul into Mother Earth.
“That’s it…” Siri’s voice was almost right beside her ear now. “Use the pain. That is just the outpouring of negativity from the world around you as it is replaced with all of the light from the universe filtering in.”
From the moment that she met Siri, she was completely enchanted with him. She’d dreamt of the time for so long that when it was actually happening she was almost frozen stiff with awe and envy. But now that she’d been working with him she had been able to focus her mind on the fact that she was totally star struck and just concentrate on his teachings. She was already learning so much from him to make all of this worthwhile.
But she would have been lying if she told herself or anyone else that she was not distracted. She knew she was capable of performing better Yoga, but her mind was very distracted.
She could not stop thinking about Cort. Every movement she was making with her body reminded her of the way he touched her, of the bliss he made her feel as he made love to her. If one could call, it making love. It was raw, full of emotion, frenzied, and it made her feel in touch with a primal nature of hers that she had never really known existed.
And she ached for his hands to touch her again.
As Siri’s hands glided over her body gently to correct her positioning she thought about Cort and the way he would touch her. His hands were so strong, so safe, and so full of light. He was the kind of man that she had dreamt of meeting.
And she let him go. It was the stupidest thing she’d ever done, and she hoped that she didn’t have to pay for it too long. Maybe after the retreat, she would try to track him down. Perhaps the bartender that night knew him. Maybe he was a regular. That wasn’t much to go on, but it was all she had.
“OK, that is all for today everybody. Please gather around the campfire in twenty minutes. We will have dinner, and then we will have a group meditation.”
Teagan moved her body slowly back to her normal standing position and breathed deeply. She went back to her tent and sat down for a moment just trying to get a few quiet moments of reflection to herself. Her body felt amazing. It was relaxed and free of all tension. She felt like she’d just been reborn in some odd way. It was the thing that all yoga practitioners tried to get to, a level of awareness and attainment of the body and mind. The two needed to be strengthened to act like one, and that could only be done incrementally she knew.
Today was the first step.
The way that Siri’s hands felt on the back of her body had been perfect. Because she kept imagining Cort leading her, guiding her, taking her body and mind to new heights of spiritual enlightenment.
He’d already done that last night. She smiled as she thought of the way he felt deep inside of her tight wetness. Teagan closed her eyes and imagined Cort there with her right then, just the two of them alone in the middle of nature. The sounds of the birds, the gentle breeze washing over their hard, naked bodies both primed and ready for intense lovemaking.
She could just see him standing over her, his rock-hard girth only inches from her face. Oh, she wanted to taste him so badly… she had yet to taste him…
He was so large her mouth would barely be able to fit a third of his length inside, but she would do her best, sucking gently and sliding his rod in and out of her aching and eagerly awaiting mouth, getting it all primed up and ready to go elsewhere.
She was getting so wet just thinking about how good it would feel, how he would taste. She could envision him grabbing the back of her head and guiding her mouth up and down on his staff, pulling out just enough to tease her lips and then shoving it back inside her warm, wet facial opening.
And then without warning, he would lay her back, and enter her hard giving her no time to get ready, no time to prepare for the onslaught of his rigid purpose. It would hurt with pleasure that would eclipse the pain entirely within seconds. Her body would do what was necessary to please this handsome man she was falling in love with.
Was that what this was? Was this what love really felt like? It was too hard to tell. Oh, so often the lines between love and extreme lust were blurred. She’d never felt passion so pure, so raw before. It was rather frightening. It was scary in the fact that it was so intense and it was scary in the fact that she was willing to let it control her mind, body, and soul. She just wanted Cort. She had to have this man.
“Are you coming?”
Teagan was confused for a moment. The voice asking the question was not Cort’s, but she was so close to coming. She knew that just a bit more was all she needed…
“Hey, Teagan?”
The voice came from above this time. It was a woman’s voice. Teagan broke from her wet daydream to see Angela Watson was standing over her.
“What?” Teagan asked.
“Are you coming? The group is forming. That food smells good!”
Teagan looked over at the fire that had been started and the hot dogs that were being roasted.
“Oh, yeah. I’m on my way,” Teagan replied.
She stood up, her legs feeling like jelly and sauntered over to join the group. She felt a bit embarrassed right then, but Angela did not seem to know what Teagan had just been thinking about. It should have been obvious on her face, but apparently, Angela was pretty clueless.
Teagan took a few deep breaths and tried to settle herself down. She was not sure she could take two more days of not knowing if Cort had called her or not. She desperately wanted to be here, she was having the time of her life. It was everything she’d ever hoped it would be.
But right now, all she could think about was Cort.
She had to have that man. He’d become everything to her.
And that was terrifying.
CHAPTER 10
Cort
Cort threw his phone down on his desk and leaned back trying to calm himself down, but he was getting so pissed. It had been three days since the night with Teagan. He’d just left another voicemail against his better judgment asking her to give him a call. It was starting to look very bleak, and he felt that these phone games were a bit futile.
He hated this feeling of helplessness. He was going stark raving mad over this woman, and he felt powerless to do anything but wait by the phone like some lovelorn teenager. It was humiliating. If any of his friends knew he was doing this, they would give him a ribbing that he would never live down. Hell, if the public found out that he was being snubbed by a random girl he’d hooked up with in a
dark alley he would have been the joke of the nation.
He took a deep breath and poured himself a shot of whiskey. It was barely lunch time, but he didn’t really care. He needed something to take the edge off, and some sweet scotch would usually do the trick.
Still, he hated feeling so damn worthless. So, he decided to go old school on the matter. Cort fired up the internet and began to do some searching for Teagan Norton. He had no sooner started the search then he realized he had no idea what part of the States she was even from, not really. It might have all been a lie. There had to be thousands of girls named Teagan Norton out there. He was never going to find her. He didn’t even have a picture of her.
But he did have her phone number. Cort tried to do a reverse search on the number. But it came up nothing. After all, it was a pay as you go disposable phone. It was probably not even really registered in her name. Ugh, what was a man to do?
He poured another drink and then laughed as he finished it up. To think this sweet, beautiful girl was doing this to the prince of Rovenia. That was a huge laugh. But it was also unfortunate. His heart felt like someone had just pierced it with a dagger. It was painful. He just wanted to find this girl, talk to her, hold her in his arms—was that too much to ask? Apparently, it was.
How had he become so in love with this woman he barely knew? Was that what he was feeling? Was it love? Infatuation? What was really the difference? Oh, he’d heard a million songs, seen loads of movies, read tons of books all about this very thing and he realized right now that he had not learned a damn thing from any of that about how to handle this type of situation.
“This is ridiculous. I’m going out of my mind,” he laughed.
A knock came on his door just then.
