He scoffs. “Seriously, what kind of thirty-three-year-old man listens to Taylor Swift?”
“Thirty-four,” I correct him.
“Even worse, my friend.”
“She just gets me,” I reply, turning it up so loud he winces. “I mean…listen to these lyrics. Straight from the heart.”
As soon as I put the SUV into park, he jumps out, but I keep it running, singing the song loudly with the windows down. Pretty soon, I spot the door of the yoga studio open and see Isabel peek her head out, wondering what all the noise is about. Drake leaves me in the car to greet her.
I cut the engine in time to hear him say, “Fix your husband.”
“He’s a lost cause,” she replies as he leans down to plant a casual kiss on her mouth. I love the little thrill I still get from their affection, and just that little kiss gives me an idea.
Itismy birthday, after all.
“I’ve got everything just about shut down. Where do you guys want to go to eat?” she asks.
“Birthday boy gets to pick,” Drake replies.
As I get out of the car, and see them clinging to each other, I suddenly can’t seem to think about food. I can only think about one thing.
I lock the car and approach them, stopping a few feet away. “I’m not hungry.”
Isabel’s eyes squint at me as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Oh really?”
“Really.”
“What exactly do you have in mind?” Drake asks.
We could go home, but I’m not ready to go home just yet. We could go to the club, but there are so many people there, and it being my birthday, they’re going to want to hang out, and I’d rather keep this just us.
“Inside, both of you,” I say in a command. Both of them perk up as if the tone of my voice says it all.
“In my studio?” Isabel asks.
“You heard the man.” Drake hoists her up with his arms around her waist and carries her into the studio. Following behind them, I lock the door and smile as I hear Drake gasp, because I know exactly what he must have found.
“Can we use these?” he begs, sounding like a kid in a toy store, instead of a grown man in an aerial yoga studio. As I enter the class space, I bite back my grin. But it’s hard not to laugh at the sight of him swinging in one of the silk loops draped from the ceiling.
“These are for my classes. They arenotsex swings,” she states, trying to pull him from the fabric seat.
“We won’t get them dirty,” he whines.
I creep up behind her and press my lips to her ear. “It’s my birthday.”
She softens against me with a sigh, and I can’t help but smile.
“What did you have in mind?” Drake asks. “Get her naked in one of these silks and fuck her from both ends?”
“Drake, geez,” she mumbles with a blush as she covers her cheeks.
“Actually, I’m going to watch tonight,” I reply, kissing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She lets out the tiniest squeak as I do. “Is that okay with you, Red? Can I watch my best friend fuck you?”
She squeaks louder this time. When she doesn’t reply, I pull her face to mine. “Give me an answer, baby.”
“Yes,” she gasps. Then I take her mouth in a harsh kiss, and as I tug on her bottom lip and overwhelm her mouth with mine, I feel her weight settle into my arms as if her legs have lost the ability to hold her up.
When I finally pull away, she sways in her spot.