Page 9 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

Lily-Mae

T he next morning, Harley and I dropped Teagan and Rowan off at school and I rode with him into work to teach my yoga class.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and I noticed his tone was a little stiff.

“Feeling great!” I said. “I wasn’t sure about this whole open marriage thing at first, but now I get it. That was really fun. I’m so sore, though. God, I need a pillow to sit on.”

Harley made an irritated noise, and I looked over to see his dark eyebrows drawn together.

“I didn’t want to hear that.”

“I thought you wanted radical honesty and transparency,” I protested.

Harley ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair.

Such a familiar motion. Such a familiar man. Such a familiar, happy, comfortable life.

So why had he fucking lied to me?

“Yeah—but, but this is not what I meant. I meant radical transparency about the ways we’re becoming better people. Not the sexual activities you’re presumably engaging in.”

“OK,” I said noncommittally.

“In what ways have your horizons been expanded?”

There was an undercurrent of irritation threading through his words, and it pissed me off. This whole thing had been his idea in the first place.

“I can feel my horizons expanding already. This is really going to make me more flexible. I think I’ll really be able to try some new yoga positions soon. Ones I never dreamed I’d be able to reach.”

Harley said nothing, and I could see his strong fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said between gritted teeth and on that note we parted.

I was setting up for my yoga class when Makayla waltzed in with her perfect breasts and shiny glittery thighs and her hair in a long, elegant ponytail.

Well, this was awkward. Why was she here in my Gentle Yoga class? She always went to Hot Yoga next door.

Maybe this was the Kitchen Table Polyamory Harley had claimed to want.

In that case, I was determined to be as friendly as I could.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I replied, doing a few stretches.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward,” Makayla said. “Just because I’m dating your husband.”

Well, she sure as fuck wasn’t going to get the better of me.

“Of course not,” I said.

“We’re all adults here.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “You are welcome in my class any day you choose.”

My friendly acceptance seemed to annoy Makayla. But if she was expecting me to be the jealous wife, she was sadly mistaken.

Then there was an awkward silence.

God, where was everybody else?

Makayla stretched in front of me, her shiny glittery breasts almost popping out of her tank top.

“Do you have any tips for Harley?” she asked abruptly.

“Tips?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Well,” she asked, licking her lips and suddenly looking unsure. “Just. . . like tips for pleasing him.”

“He likes to play board games,” I said. “I’m sure it would please him if you played one of them with him.”

“Ew. And no, I didn’t mean that,” Makayla waved the idea away. “I don’t think Harley liked my blowjob very well.”

This felt absolutely surreal, having my husband’s girlfriend asking me for tips on how to blow him.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stalling for time.

“Well, he didn’t make much noise when I did it? And he didn’t even come? Is this some kind of older guy thing?”

Oh, Harley would love hearing himself being referred to as an older guy .

“He’s really very basic,” I said. “I can’t think of any specific tips, I’m sorry.”

Makayla frowned.

“He kept looking down at me,” she said with dissatisfaction. “Like he was waiting for me to do some move , and I don’t know what that is. Clearly it’s a move you do.”

She looked rather pissed.

“You’ve absolutely come to the right person,” a voice like aged whiskey came from behind me, and I felt a big rough hand gently caress my jaw. “Lily-Mae can make any man go off like a firecracker. The things I’d do to have her mouth around my cock.”

Makayla’s jaw dropped open as she stared at Leopold, her gum dropping from her tongue onto her long silky ponytail.

“Hello, Mr. Beauchamp,” she said breathlessly, arching her back so her nipples poked out more. “I—didn’t know you came to Gentle Yoga.”

Leopold nodded without interest at her, then kissed the top of my head.

“Now that I don’t have to restrain myself,” he rumbled, “I thought I’d come to a morning session, if that’s all right with you.”

“It’s $30 for all ages and body types,” I said, my eyes dropping down Leopold’s massive, powerful body.

I felt a little pink spring to my cheeks remembering how he had seized me in his massive arms and pressed me against the wall, how he had dropped to his knees in front of me.

Leopold laughed at my frankly very weak joke and I wondered if he was so rich that no one made even slightly comical remarks around him.

“I’ll put my stuff in a locker and be right back,” he said.

“ You’re dating Leopold?” Makayla hissed at me as soon as he left the room, her brown eyes wide.

“It’s casual,” I said. “Strictly lust-based.”

“How did you manage to do that?”

I shrugged. “I guess he saw me in class.”

The hope slid off her face.

“Well, how come he’s seen me for months and hasn’t made a move? I’m totally free and single!”

“He’s a very busy man,” I said. “I don’t think he has much time for dating.”

“I mean, I’ve been trying to get him to notice me for months,” she said jealously. “I’ve thrown everything at that man.”

Her voice was stuffed full with envy.

“Hm, mysterious,” I said.

More of my students were starting to come in and set up when Leopold came back out, in sexy-ass tight shorts and a tight T-shirt.

I could feel my damn pussy pulsating as he spread out his black yoga mat, and Makayla was practically vibrating with lust beside me.

“Hi,” she said to him, twirling a long silky strand of hair around her finger and arching her back.

Leopold’s eyes dropped down. . .to where the piece of gum was still lodged in her hair.

“Ohh, I could really go for a coffee afterwards,” she said, in a baby voice that was extremely annoying.

“I think you’ve got something in your hair there,” Leopold interrupted, pointing at the tangled wad of gum.

When Makayla looked down to see the gum lodged in her glossy ponytail, she squeaked in shock and he turned to me.

“Would you care for a drink afterwards?” he asked. “A morning London fog? Chai tea? Pumpkin spice latte?”

“Pumpkin? They don’t even sell that until next month!”

“For me, baby girl, they’ll make you anything you want.”

He winked and I headed back up to teach the class, extremely thankful for my long black yoga pants because my panties were dripping and I feared I was ready for round two with him.