“So, you wereobviouslyso fascinated by yoga, you had to find out what it was all about but because you were too embarrassed to ask about it, you decided to audit my class,” she said. “But you know I’d love to show you all how to do it, so I’ll expect to see each and every one of you right here tomorrow morning at seven.Capisce?”
“Seven?” Squishy grumbled.
“Seven, Squish,” I confirmed, crossing my arms. “In the morning, brother. Not seven ten, seven. Got it?”
He dropped his head, then nodded.
“Gizzard, don’t think I don’t see you trying to hide behind Healy back there, old man,” Sierra admonished. “Shame on you. What would Dusty say?”
“She’d probably be right here watchin’ with me, truth be told,” Gizzard retorted.
I could tell Sierra was trying not to laugh. “Dirty girl.”
“You have no idea,” Gizzard said.
“Right, get the fuck outta here,” I said, and they filed out of the room.
Sierra burst out laughing, turning to face me as she did. “How long were they watching?”
I shrugged. “How long have you been out here?”
“Almost an hour.”
“Then they’ve probably been here most of that,” I said.
She rolled her eyes.
I scowled. “I’m gonna have a talk with ’em, baby, but tomorrow, make sure you make ’em hurt.”
“Oh, I plan to.” She smiled up at me. “You good?”
“Was a little worried when I couldn’t find you,” I admitted. “But I’m good now.”
She wrinkled her nose, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me quickly. “Sorry, honey, I figured you were busy.”
“Text me next time so I don’t worry.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she hedged. “When youworry, I get in trouble, and I’m kind of looking forward to my punishment later.”
The thought of that made my dick take notice. “Tell the girls class is over.”
“We need to cool down.” She cupped my dick with a cheeky grin. “Looks like you do too.”
“Sierra,” I growled.
“Love you, Daddy Cakes.” She walked back out on the deck, blowing me a kiss as she closed the slider.
* * *
Sierra
“What was that all about?” Wyatt asked.
“We had an audience,” I said, taking a swig of water.
“What?” Violet said with a squeak. “Was it Squishy?”
“Of course it was Squishy,” I confirmed. “And Healy and Pookie.” His road name was actually Pokey, but us women all called him Pookie just to mess with him. He was six-foot-six and built like a brick shit-house, so it gave us unending entertainment. “Most of the recruits,” I continued. “Plus Gizz.”