19. Sloan

CHAPTER 19

Sloan

S loan's eyes follow the bounce of Daisy's ass the entire walk to the yoga studio. Between watching her gloriously plump booty and the taste of her still on her tongue, she is about to rub the seam of her leggings over her own pussy just to try and find some release.

This. Whatever this is between her and Daisy, or at least from her to Daisy, is unexpected. Daisy is frustrating and stubborn. She's scared and secretive. But she's also been quite funny. And fucking hell is she gorgeous.

She has curves for days, and Sloan wants nothing more than to spend the rest of their time together learning every dip, bump, and valley. Her desire to find out what the hollow of her neck tastes like is so overwhelming that Sloan misses what the staff tells them before entering the studio.

"Sorry." She swallows. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was saying that we have mats you can borrow in the far corner of the room and that you should spray them down afterward with our sanitizer."

"Oh. Yes. Okay."

Daisy looks back at her, her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. "You alright there?" she asks as if Sloan didn't have her hand down Daisy's pants five minutes ago.

"Yeah. I'm good," she responds, pretending she didn't have her hand down Daisy's pants five minutes ago. As if she doesn't know what Daisy tastes like and that she doesn't want more.

Entering the studio, Sloan selects a space along the back row while Daisy chooses one directly in front of her. This is going to be torture, she thinks as Daisy bends over to lay out the mat she picked up from the big bin in the corner. Sloan selects her own purple and white mat, moves back to her selected space, and unrolls it. She takes off her socks and shoes and leaves them next to the mat with her water bottle and phone before sitting on the mat and crossing her legs. Resting her hands on her thighs, she closes her eyes and rolls her head from one side to the other as she slows her breathing, letting the soothing music help ground her.

A soft male voice speaks from the front of the room, calling their attention. Opening her eyes, she's surprised to find that the room is mostly full.

"Good afternoon, my beautiful souls," the male says. From where she sits, he looks to be at least part fae.

"I am Briar, and I will be your instructor for today's class," he says with a mesmerizing soft lilt. "I am thrilled to see some familiar faces again. I also see many new faces, and I say welcome to you. I hope you leave this session feeling a renewed sense of self and peace. Let us begin by standing, if you are able, and grounding ourselves into the world. Splay your toes and feel the energy beneath us enter your body."

Sloan relaxes into the movements, allowing Briar's melodic voice to carry her into a renewed energy. He guides them through various movements like mountain, tree, and warrior before folding them into downward dog. As Sloan pushes back into the pose, her hands on the mat and her feet grounding her to the earth, she feels a bubble of air inside her shifting and fighting for a way out.

Not here. Please.

But her pleas are not answered. Instead, following Briar's guidance, she pushes back into her heels, and is horrified to feel the air bubble escape.

FFFWWWPpppp.

It wasn't quiet. In fact, her ass's expression was so loud the next town over likely heard it. Heat rises to her face, both from a mix of being in this blasted position and a sense of shame that means she will never be able to show her face here again.

She looks up, hoping no one around her heard it, but she knows everyone did. She catches a few side glances before the owners return to focusing on their positions.

Mortified but determined to try and refocus, she flows down onto the floor to head into cobra pose. As she pushes up, her ass betrays her again, letting out a second high-pitched, ear-piercing squeak.

Daisy's shoulders shake in front of her. Then she laughs out loud—at Sloan's expense, mind you—and fucking Hecate if it isn't the best sound on earth. Daisy collapses, rolling onto her side in a fit of giggles. She's laughing so hard that she begins wheezing, and Sloan, not wanting to seem like a total witch, starts laughing with her. It starts small, a little giggle to play along, but it quickly grows, taking over her whole body. Soon enough, the two of them are curled up on the floor with their arms clenching their now-pained stomachs as tears roll down their cheeks.

Everyone in the room is now sitting on their mats, their focus shattered. Many sets of eyes glare at them. Briar approaches them with a quiet purpose. "Ladies, you are disrupting our class. I am going to have to ask you to leave."

"We're… We're…" Daisy wheezes. Hades, her smile could light up the sun. As she curls further into herself, shoulders shaking, an audible pppfffttt escapes Daisy's glorious rear end. This sends her even further into a fit of laughter, and as embarrassed as Sloan is—her face most certainly a glowing tomato at this point—she continues to laugh along with her.

"We're going," Sloan eventually manages to say as she stands carefully, hoping not to let loose another ass cannon. She offers a hand to Daisy. Daisy takes it without hesitation, the contact igniting Sloan's soul as she pulls Daisy to a standing position. Their chests are a breath away from touching, and it takes everything in Sloan not to crush her against the wall behind them.

"Sorry," Daisy manages to breathe out before they exit the studio.

As they stand outside the door, Sloan realizes that as embarrassing as that was, she is not the least bit sorry. Not if it has allowed Daisy to break open and let Sloan see this sliver of her. No, she's not sorry at all.