Page 29 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

SEAMUS

“ H ell yeah,” Dane says, unaffected.

“You can fuck right off,” I tell Dane as I look over at Hudson, mouth agape.

“Seamus,” Mimi scolds as she stands to face me.

“You are not stroking him off in front of a class full of people,” I angry-whisper so only she can hear me.

“You can’t come barging into my class, telling me what I can or can’t do.” She holds her hand out to Dane to help him stand.

“Sit the fuck down.” I point at him. “Right now.”

Glancing around the room, everyone is staring, confused at the turn of events. And fuck, so am I. Why the hell am I acting like fucking Tarzan right now? She makes me lose every ounce of control I have.

But I can’t fucking help it.

The moment I saw her and she stripped off the jacket she was wearing over her tight yoga outfit, I immediately wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her home, so only I got her undivided attention.

It should be a crime how goddamn sexy she is in her bright white leggings and that tiny, matching white sports bra.

In fact, white should be banned for such an outfit—and I doubt the sports bra could be considered one at all.

It has a criss-cross back and low cut front.

There is nothing sporty about it. It’s functional lingerie.

She eyes me with trepidation, still managing to shoot invisible daggers at me. Her cheeks are flushed—and not in a good way—as she clenches her fists at her sides, yet her brows pinch with worry.

Fuck, I don’t want to ruin this for her. Ember told me that this was the first opportunity she’s had to teach this class on her own because she wasn’t able to find other venues to accommodate this type of yoga .

I didn’t ask what was so special about it, and I didn’t understand it then. Now I get why.

But I can’t watch her jerk off my best friend in public.

Not a chance in hell.

“Seamus, this is educational,” she says between clenched teeth.

I just shake my head, slowly.

“If you can’t watch, then leave.”

I continue to shake my head.

Her chest lifts in an exhausting breath. She turns to look out over the room, then turns back to me, opening her mouth to continue the fight.

“I’ll do it,” I spit out before she can say anything more.

“Hell yeah,” Dane says.

“Oh shit,” Hudson follows.

“What?” Her delayed response reflects the shocked look on her face.

“Dane already has a partner.” Hudson flinches back as his jaw slacks, like he’s shocked I would volunteer him for that. I raise an eyebrow at him, because he actually is Dane’s partner in this venture .

As he goes to open his mouth to refute, I raise a pointer finger at him to stop him from speaking.

“I’ll do it,” I repeat.

She leans in, whispering so only I can hear her, “Seamus, this is serious. I need a proper partner who is going to be open-minded and fully committed to this.”

“Oh, I’m committed, sunshine,” I assure her.

“Are you sure?” The same uncertain look she had behind those gorgeous chocolate eyes when I got sucked into spin the bottle, stare back at me.

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I press my lips against the shell of her ear. Grazing them lightly over her skin.

“Tantric massage…on stage…with Mimi. I think I won the spin the bottle jackpot.” Pulling back, I give her a reassuring look.

I’ve never enjoyed being the center of attention. In fact, I have vehemently avoided it in any way I can in all aspects of my life. But the thought of not being the center of hers is worse.

Plus, if I had to watch her give anyone else a fucking genital massage, I would end up in a padded jail cell.

A spark of light beams in her eyes and I see my girl again. The one who’s not angry with me, who doesn’t hate me for leaving. The one who trusted me with her body and soul.

Her hand slides down my arm and her fingertips roam over my knuckles.

I immediately relax in the comfort of her touch.

The soft caress ignites fireworks on my skin, sending shock waves to my cock, deactivating all of my brain cells.

So, when she steps back, leading us to the stage, my feet follow mindlessly.

And now I know I’ve lost my goddamn mind with just one touch.

I’ve been thrown into some pretty terrible situations in my life.

Had to walk—literally walk—into a battle zone with nothing more than melee weapons and our wit, yet, the walk to this stage has me challenging the stress inoculation training I've mastered my entire life, and I’m completely losing my composure.

Mentally, at least. Physically, you’d still have no fucking idea.

I’m not sure if it’s the knowledge that Mimi will have her hands scouring every inch of my body or if it’s because I’ll be naked in front of…a lot of people. Close friends included.

This is a goddamn fucking dumpster fire, but I’m all in.