Page 109 of Sour Notes

“Thank you,” I murmur against her lips, inwardly proud at the light flush I’ve put on her golden cheeks.

“S’ok.” Her lips twitch up in a tiny smile, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. One I’m not lucid enough to understand.

The malaka claps, redirecting everyone’s attention, including Mia’s, goddammit. She pulls away, her eyes shuttering as she turns to walk toward her mat again.

“After that display, it seems some of us are ready for the couples yoga. Partner up and let’s begin.”

I walk up behind Mia, running my hands up her arms, but she stiffens again. What the hell is going on with her? We’re supposed to be affectionate in front of everyone. That’s how we’ve played it the whole time.

“Mia, I⁠—”

“Not now, Swayze.”

Not now? That implies we do have a problem we need to fix later.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“And now for the double plank. This is wonderful for the core and the arms. Vital for all the things. Decide who will be top and bottom.” Cue chuckles from Nick and Mario, who seem to be a lot better off than I am if they can laugh this much without their heads exploding.

“Bottom planks first, then top planks above them. It’s very cozy, yes?”

Ohhhh shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

How is this a real thing? It’s got to be some weird fetish thing Nick’s booked for a laugh.

Mia planks in front of me, her form perfect—I’m talking yoga, not body. Though, no complaints on that front either—and I’m standing here like the last kid picked in gym class.

“Wolff, come on, let’s get it over with already.”

There’s a bite to her voice, the Mia I’ve been living with this last year resurfacing. I guess the vacation novelty’s worn off.

Cursing my attire again, I plank over her, keeping my body slightly arched so my boner doesn’t dig into her ass. I’m not sure she’d be particularly receptive to that right now.

But Philip has other ideas, launching himself with a bleat like some horned superman right on top of me, pushing my dick straight between her thighs, thanks to me fucking freeballing today.

She squeaks beneath me while I curse, trying to shake the fucker off my back.

Fuck, all that’s doing is rubbing my cock against her harder. Any more, and I’ll be asking if she wants just the fucking tip.

A quick glance around the class shows at least half of us in a similar position. Nick seems to be enjoying it though, if the sly grin on his face is anything to go by.

Lucky fucker can, his fiancée actually likes him.

“Get off me, you furball.” I grind out, my arms trembling with the effort it’s taking to support some of my weight from not sinking into her. I’m already so fucking hard that there’s a real risk I’ll come in my pants and really put on a show.

Philip takes a step forward, and hope surges through me that for once he’ll listen, but no. He lies down, resting his head on my ass, digging me further into my girl.

“Swayze, what are you doing?” she hisses out, irritation coming through loud and fucking clear.

“It’s the fucking goat, Mia. He’s lying on top of me.”

She huffs out a laugh as the instructor counts down from ten to one.

Philip jumps down on the one like he’s in on the workout and I surge upright, bending at the waist to try to hide my hard dick until the boner subsides.

“Very good, very good. Now from here we move into another downward dog. Top, you stretch above and forward over your partner.”