Chapter 13
Modess woke to a raging boner, which wasn’t unusual except for the fact that this one was so damn hard that it hurt like a toothache and something had it jerking in demand for attention. Snarling, he swiped a hand over his eyes and lay staring at the ceiling a moment trying to remember what in the hell he’d dreamt that had him so damn horny. Oh yeah! Tongue darting out, he tried to pick up the taste of Hillary there, but it was gone. He’d licked her taste from his lips as he’d jerked himself to completion last night with eyes pinched shut and visions of her hot little body opening for him. Reaching to his nightstand, he grabbed his can of snuff and filled his lower lip.
A noise pricked his ears and his cock jerked again. With a growl, he ripped the covers off of himself and padded to the window in his bare feet. He peeled back the curtain to look out as he gripped the front of his low hung sweat pants and adjusted himself.
“Ooooh, feel the burn!”
Squinting against the bright sun, he tried to focus as Hillary’s voice carried to him. Why in the hell did just the sound of her voice soothe something in him? And why in hell was she making that damn erotic sound, and what in the fuck was this burn she was speaking of?
“Right there and hold for a ten count.”
She was sitting deep in a squat with her legs spread wide and her ass mere inches from the ground. Facing toward him, her hands were pressed palms together in front of her and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose before she hummed, “Mmmmm!”
His cock jerked at the sound and Modess actually looked down at where the front of his sweats were tented. “Really?” He looked back up and out at Hillary and watched her lips pucker out as she exhaled slowly and sunk a little deeper into the squat. Jesus fucking almighty! His mind instantly went to those lips wrapped around him as he buried himself into the wet heat of her mouth. Shaking that thought from his mind, he studied the area around Hillary.
A row of women were lined up in front of her and copying everything she did, though their form wasn’t as perfect as hers. Modess ignored them and zoned in on the crotch of the tight, black, calf-length, pants Hillary was wearing. She groaned again and then slowly stood offering encouragement. “Good job, ladies.”
Turning, she told her class the name of the next move they’d be doing, but Modess only heard blood pumping in his ears when she presented him with her ass. She then bent all the way over, sticking her palms beneath the soles of her feet. His eyes locked on the rounded globes of her ass cheeks and he wondered if she knew that when she stretched, the material of her pants was see-through. He could just make out the thong that was nestled between her cheeks and hung deliciously high on her hips. When she made another grunting sound like the move was a strain to hold, he mirrored it and looked down only to realize his fist, now inside his sweat pants, was pumping against the velvety skin of his iron hard shaft. Eyes rounding, he instantly released himself and peeked back out the window, which was a mistake. Hillary now had her legs spread as wide as they’d go, her head lowered between them so it was only an inch from the ground as she encouraged her class.
With a disgusted shake of his head, Modess shoved his hand back into his sweats, gripped his erection, and started pumping again. Eyes locked on Hillary, he realized it was quite possible that she was the sexiest fucking woman he’d ever seen. She was perfect. Not tiny and too thin, but not ashamed of her shape either, if those form fitting pants were anything to go by. He didn’t even get a few more strokes off before he was shooting his release onto the floor. Hell, he’d come faster today than he had when he’d jerked himself off last night thinking about her.
He was embarrassed, annoyed, and relieved. He was embarrassed because if just watching her finished him off that quickly then he could certainly never bed little Miss Cupcake outside. He’d probably come just from cupping one of those perfect tits.
He was annoyed because she was still out there bending, stretching, and making those sexy little noises and he wanted to enjoy the rest of the show, but he couldn’t. His eyes tracked to the tree line where a group of men were gathering to watch the show and that just pissed him off.
Crossing to snatch up a pair of jeans that hung over the back of a rocking chair beside the bed, Modess ripped his sweat pants off and used them to clean himself as best he could before shoving his legs into the denim fisted in his hands. He didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes before quickly striding through his house and out the front door, throwing it open so hard it banked loudly off the wall.
“HENRY!”
The enforcer, who’d been smirking and watching the women with the other men, jerked his gaze to Modess.
“YOU ALL NEED WORK TO DO?”
Without hesitation the men quickly dropped their heads and dispersed. Modess pulled his angry eyes from his men and they found with Hillary’s. Her group of women were all standing and staring at him so he figured now was as good a time as any. Stomping down the stairs, he walked right up to Hillary. Under the weight of his Alpha authority, several women simply turned and fled.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Hillary looked up at him with big, gray eyes filled with defiance. Apparently, she was still pissed about last night.
Her cheeks were flushed from exertion and he felt his cock stir, which only made him angrier.
She glanced over her shoulder at her quickly dispersing class then looked back up at him. “We’re exercising.”
Exercising? There’s no fucking way that bending, grunting, and moaning shit was exercising. “That shit ain’t exercising, Cupcake.”
Lifting her chin mutinously, she declared, “It’s yoga.”
Whatever that fuck that is. “Don’t do it again.”
He turned and started stalking back to his house but her little voice called, “Wait!”
He turned to see Hillary jogging to catch up to him. His eyes instantly dipped to her bouncing tits that were barely contained in that tight bra thingy she was wearing.
She stopped a few feet from him and he could scent both her fear and anger. “Why can’t we exercise?” she asked quietly then dipped her head and looked at the ground as if she’d suddenly lost her nerve.
“Because you’re distracting the men.”
Her head snapped up and the scent of her anger heightened. “We can’t work out because the men are so stupid they have to come and drool while they watch us do it? That’s stupid and unfair.”
He felt a muscle in his jaw twitch at her comment. She’d unknowingly grouped him in with those stupid drooling men. He shrugged. “My pack, my rules.”
When he turned to head back to his house, she hurled at his back, “WHY?”
His shoulders instantly hunched as irritation skittered up his spine at the question. Why? WHY? Turning, his arm shot out quick as lightening and he grabbed Hillary’s arm. She gasped, but it was too late, he already had her. As Modess turned to drag Hillary to his house with him, he saw the rest of the women, who’d been brave enough to hang around, scatter like roaches in daylight.
As he stalked to the house, dragging Hillary behind him, he noted she didn’t try to fight him. That was good. His primal instincts were extremely heightened and when others ran from him, he could rarely stop his inner beast from giving chase, but after last night… He didn’t even want to think about Hillary rushing from him with her tits and ass bouncing in her form-fitting outfit, a fine sheen of sweat coating her beautiful skin.
He pulled Hillary up the porch stairs and then yanked her into his house before he slammed the door behind them and turned to narrow his eyes on her. His Alpha look was lost though because she was staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world while she wrung her hands together. He knew she was nervous now and he wondered if she was worried about a repeat of what had happened last night.
“The answer to your question is really simple. Because I’m the Alpha. That’s why!”
Hillary nodded rapidly and her posture was both cute as all fuck and irksome at the same time. He didn’t want her fearing him like the others did, but he also couldn’t have her questioning his authority in front of his pack like she had either.
“It’s just…” She started and it was so quiet he almost missed it.
“Look at me when you talk to me, woman!”
Slowly, she lifted her head and it took even longer for those beautiful eyes to meet his. “It’s just that the women wanted something just for us, and I used to take classes at a gym back home. I really enjoyed it, thought the ladies here would too. We work so hard around here and you guys have lots to do, but we’re restricted because you all go crazy protective mode so we can’t do much or go too far.” Her bottom lip trembled when she admitted, “The ladies were really excited.”
And now he felt like a dickweed for spoiling their activity. Crossing thick arms over an even thicker chest, he studied Hillary as he thought on a compromise. His eyes slid down her frame them back up. “Why do you have to do it wearing bras and ass cheek panties?”
Hillary’s brows furrowed and she blinked a few times. “Bras and ass cheek panties?”
He waved a hand toward her attire.
“Oh!” She glanced down, grabbing the strap at her shoulder. “This is a sports bra. It keeps our…” she waved a hand over the general area of her breasts, “girls from bouncing too much.”
“Doesn’t work.”
She blinked a few times and then swallowed, ignoring the declaration. “And I don’t know what you mean by ass cheek panties.” She plucked at the black material covering her thighs. “These are yoga pants.”
“They’re see-through and you are wearing those panties underneath that are barely existent and show off your ass cheeks.”
Hillary’s cheeks flooded with crimson and she looked down at her crotch then back up just as quickly. “I...didn’t know you could see…”
“Well, you can. So, one, if you girls want to continue, no more bras and ass cheek panties. It distracts the men, and two...” He didn’t get to his second condition though because Hillary’s hand tentatively rose just above her head and distracted him. “Are…are you raising your hand?”
“Question.”
He growled. “What?”
“About that. Maybe you could order the men to leave us alone in the mornings for just an hour so we can do our yoga in peace. It’s supposed to be calm and quiet and relaxing, but it was hard finding that state today because the guys kept whistling and catcalling.”
“Because you were all wearing bras and ass cheek panties! They’re wolves! What else are they supposed to do?”
Hillary rolled her eyes. “We can’t work out in jeans and t-shirts. We need free range of motion. Plus, it’s hot.” She fanned herself with a hand as if to add emphasis.
Fuck yeah, it’s hot!
Suddenly, her hand stopped and her eyes rounded. “Oooh! What if we exercised in the mess hall right before breakfast? We’d clean up after ourselves and then the men wouldn’t see us and we could wear our yoga gear.”
Her big eyes were blinking up at him expectantly and he knew he was going to say yes before he even finished hearing her whole idea. “Fine.”
Hillary clapped her hands and then lunged at him. Her tiny arms wrapped around his waist and good ‘ol insta-boner was back. He knew the moment she felt it because she released him like he electrified her and jerked back fast.
“Sorry.” Her eyes dipped to the bulge at his jeans and then back up. “Thank you for understanding. I’m gonna,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder and turned without another word then hurried toward the door. Halfway there, she must have remembered his words because her hands reached around behind her and flared into little stars as she tried to use them to cover her ass.
Once the door closed behind her, Modess groaned. Unsnapping his jeans, he shoved them down and fisted his engorged cock. What was that saying about going blind? Fuck! At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to see by lunch time.