Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He didn’t realize how much hate humans could have for each other until after he graduated from the state police academy in Hershey.
She tipped her head toward his left arm. “Your tattoos are something, too.”
“Making an appointment was one of the first things I did after handing in my uniform.”
“The powers that be didn’t want you to have tattoos?”
“Not visible, so I decided to refrain until I retired and go hog wild afterward.”
“One sleeve is not hog wild. Unless the rest are hidden under your clothes?”
“If I ever join your naked yoga class, you can find out then.”
“Oh, something to look forward to. Both seeing you try yoga for the first time and your tattoos. But you might want to strap your massive cock to your thigh if you’re worried about knocking yourself out. Or, at minimum, poking out an eye.”
Cam laugh-groaned. “Now if you ever see me naked, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”
A single eyebrow rose. “You’re not hung like a horse?”
“Not even close.”
“Damn. Well, that’s disappointing.”
“For me as well.” He couldn’t stop smiling. That was so unlike him.
“All right. I really need to go get dressed and teach my first class.”
“Do you normally do yoga more than once a day?”
She pointed to the dock. “This session was for me. The class is for the students. I only show them the pose, then I walk around and check or correct everyone else’s.”
“Are you usually very hands-on?”
“I always ask my students first if they mind me touching them. Consent and all that. I want my students to feel completely comfortable.”
Ah fuck. It just dawned on him that he had touched her without asking first when he grabbed her wrist. He should’ve known better.
“And do any of them mind you touching them?” He’d be surprised if she said yes when it came to this particular resort.
“I haven’t had anyone yet. Anyway, it was nice speaking with you.”
As she headed down the dock, he realized no clothes were piled nearby. She had walked to the dock completely naked.
She waved a hand over her bare shoulder and called out, “Have a great rest of the day, Cameron Cook! I look forward to seeing you in a future class.”
“Don’t bet on it,” he whispered, watching her stroll naked up the grassy knoll.
Completely confident about her body.
And what a body it was.
Chapter Three
Wearing a welcoming smile, Hope called out, “Okay, everyone! Please find a mat so we can get started.”
Earlier, she had done her own Hatha yoga routine, along with some extra meditative breath work. The same as Monday morning, she’d done it naked since it was the way she felt the freest. Unlike on Monday, she hadn’t done it on the dock, but found a peaceful spot not front and center of the lodge during breakfast.
Because of it, she was starting out this class grounded and ready to conquer the day.
Since this was a resort, most of the people joining her class had a mix of experience. Some wanted to simply give yoga a try since it was part of the inclusive package, others did yoga on a regular basis, whether at home or at a studio.
Because of this mix, she always modified the poses to accommodate each skill level as well as the variety of body types. The resort guests appreciated the time and attention they received from her. The classes at the beginning of the week started out small, but by Friday, she always had a full class.
She was thankful for that word of mouth since she really liked this gig. It helped supplement her income, which, if she had to be painfully honest, was pretty pitiful. Running a yoga studio from home barely covered her monthly expenses. Not when her regulars were only Fisher Falls residents.
Not a lot were open to it. Some religious people even called yoga a sin because it was tied to Hinduism.
She mentally rolled her eyes. She certainly wasn’t trying to convert anyone. She wasn’t even Hindu herself. She simply loved the practice of yoga and only wanted her students to be healthy and happy.
Before the resort opened, she had attended the open house, like most of Fisher Falls, and found herself impressed.
When she ran into Danica, Hope pitched the idea of adding yoga to their activities. The youngest Lyons sibling had been all for it, but with the hustle and bustle of finishing the resort, Hope’s proposal had fallen through the cracks.
When she’d crossed paths with Evelyn Lyons, the matriarch of the family and the resort owners’ mother, Hope slipped it into their casual conversation.
A day later, she got a call from the CEO, Dylan Lyons, asking her to email him her résumé, a class plan, and fill out the form for a background check. She also had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.
Now here she was, currently standing in front of Double D Ranch guests ready to get their stretch on. Most likely for all the activities they would be doing later, whether it be kinky sex or riding a trail horse.