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With His Yoga Instructor
With His Yoga Instructor
With His Yoga Instructor
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With His Yoga Instructor

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Blake is the yoga instructor of Jamie’s dreams. He's gorgeous, funny, smart, and has a body to die for. There is no way he’d be interested in someone like Jamie, or so the voice inside Jamie’s head says. The same voice that believed all the nasty things his ex, Dan, said.

Jamie is so cute, and shy. Blake just wants to give him a big hug, protect him and then fuck him in that very sexy arse of his. How can he convince Jamie to give him a chance, especially when it becomes clear Blake has his own insecurities that he'll need Jamie’s help to overcome?

When Dan decides he was a fool to let Jamie go, do Blake and Jamie trust and love each other enough to be what the other needs?

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Release dateNov 16, 2013
ISBN9781771306416
With His Yoga Instructor
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Morgan King

Morgan is a woman of many hats, both of the physical and the metaphorical kind. She juggles being a writer—there are several titles and genres to check out; a reader—seriously it’s an addiction; a mother—yay for playing Lego; a self-employed businesswoman—a bit of this and a bit of that, normally third sector related—and a Yorkshire pudding and coffee consumer. She is always happy to say “hello” to readers, although is most reachable during UK contact hours being a Brit.

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    With His Yoga Instructor - Morgan King

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2013 Morgan King

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-641-6

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    The Moving On series is a thank you to everyone that helps me keep moving forward with my life.

    In particular this story goes to my friend James, the original master of cheesy things and all the fantastic Yoga teachers I’ve had over the years, especially Carole my current Hot Yoga teacher.

    WITH HIS YOGA INSTRUCTOR

    Moving On, 2

    Morgan King

    Copyright © 2013

    Chapter One

    Feel your heels sinking into the floor, your arms stretching to the sky.

    Jamie focused on his feet then his fingertips, trying to follow Blake’s instructions, trying to connect his body to his will. He was fully determined to be in control of his body. The only problem was every time he heard Blake’s deep, authoritative voice it connected straight to his cock, detouring via a quick shiver down his spine.

    Feel your spine lengthening.

    Jamie tried to ensure that was the only thing lengthening. The last thing he needed in class was a full on erection. With the loose shorts he had on he’d be supporting a family sized tent, the sort with room to stand up in, rather than a one man affair. Thank God he was at the front corner of the class, where no one had a good view of the front of his body and the upwardly mobile fabric of his trousers, except maybe Blake, but surely he’d be too busy teaching. Concentrating hard, Jamie focused on the sensation of growing tall, tucking his chin in so the curls on his head reached a little bit higher.

    Bring your hands together; place them under your chin. Now, concentrate on your breathing. As you breathe in raise your elbows, lift your head back, then release.

    The sound of everyone’s first out breath was audible. The more breaths everyone released the greater the noise and humidity in the room became. Jamie found himself relaxing into the shared rhythm of the class breathing in and out, slow and steady, deep and even . There was something cathartic about a group of people letting go of their tension together.

    It was a very small part of Jamie’s mind that was still active and noted, almost objectively but with a hint of relief, that Blake’s voice had become soothing, not nearly so arousing. He was providing a background commentary, something about stepping off of one’s hamster wheel, leaving everything that had happened that day behind.

    That was exactly why Jamie came to this class. He really needed to both slow down and de-stress. It would be awful if his attraction to Blake were to become a distraction or so obvious that it was awkward and he felt obliged to leave. He needed this class, and not just because of the mouthwatering, nearly close enough to taste, eye-candy that was its instructor.

    Hot Yoga on a Wednesday evening was one of the few things Jamie made time to do on a regular basis, just because he wanted to. It was part of finding himself again and getting more in shape, a straight lined kind of shape if possible. Doing stuff he liked and being the person he wanted to be were both things his break-up with Dan had been the inspiration for.

    He could still hear Dan’s voice saying, You’re attractive, Jamie, just not to me, not anymore. Clearly Dan was a bastard, but somehow that didn’t lessen the pain, or stop the wound from seeping a little bit every time he thought of him.

    Okay, everyone come to the front of your mats. We’re going to move into doing some balance poses now.

    Jamie shook himself mentally, a quick image of the sweat spraying out from his hair much like when a wet dog shakes itself playing in front of his eyes.

    He was tired enough this evening that he was having trouble staying with it. Too many late nights. He worked late to distract himself from being lonely and feeling sorry for himself.

    Being self-aware didn’t always make it easier to change.

    Following the rest of the class he placed his weight into his right foot and lifted his left leg resting his foot against his calf.

    It doesn’t matter where your foot is: it can be on the floor, at your knee, or tucked higher. Our bodies are all different. It’s remaining steady and maintaining the pose that we’re aiming for.

    Jamie glanced at the others in the studio. Nearly all the women had their foot at knee level or above, and the class was ninety-five percent female. The other man in the room, aside from Blake, was struggling a bit as well, which made Jamie feel slightly better, until Blake drew attention to them both.

    Tree pose is not just a balance pose. It’s also a hip-opener so the men in the class may well find it more challenging. Increased muscle size and tension make it hard to be as flexible.

    Jamie had never thought of himself as being particularly muscular. Maybe it was just in comparison to the women? He would kill, or at least keep coming to Hot Yoga, to have good muscle definition and flexibility.

    Just like Blake.

    Jamie suspected if he could glance across to the mirror without falling over he’d see a very dreamy thinking about Blake look on his face. Blake’s muscles, which were just begging to be squeezed, especially his pecs, clearly had no problem being contorted in all directions.

    The man was so fit there was no resisting looking at him. Or thinking about him.

    At least he wasn’t alone. Jamie wasn’t the only one checking Blake out. Furtive glances were shot in Blake’s direction from all mats in the room. At the end of class everyone took their time gathering their things, finding numerous questions to ask Blake.

    In response Blake was always extremely courteous, making time for all his students. Jamie had never been able to detect him having a particular interested in anyone in particular. And he had paid careful attention. Was it professionalism on Blake’s part, or was he just not interested in any of them? Was there any chance Blake was gay?

    Jamie had never had a reliable gaydar, and he certainly didn’t want to assume that the fact he fancied the man reflected anything about Blake’s sexuality. If that was how it worked just imagine how many disappointed Daniel Craig fans there would be!

    Both feet firmly back on the ground after the balance poses they moved into what Blake called a Vinyasa form of yoga, connecting their breath with the flowing movement of their bodies through a Salute to the Sun routine. Jamie took the opportunity to wipe a towel across his face and drink some water while Blake paused to adjust the music playing through his iPod. Something a bit faster was required at this point. Sometimes it was Duffy with Mercy. Tonight Jamie identified the first sounds of the chosen song as belonging to Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye. He knew it well.

    Everything about the song reflected and reminded him of his break-up with Dan. Many times he’d played it on a loop, and yes, it was a song he’d cried to. At least now as he folded forward before jumping back into a plank the song became filled with energy. A positive energy that made him think about moving past his relationship with Dan.

    In downward dog the blood rushed to his head, and Jamie found himself contemplating online dating.

    Nah, maybe not.

    Coming back to standing before the salute to the sun cycle began again Jamie admitted to himself that he was going to have confidence and trust issues if he started dating. Maybe he’d get lucky and bump into someone in Waitrose.

    If Jamie hadn’t been breathing so hard he’d have laughed at himself. Who would approach him, shy and nothing out of the ordinary as he was, in Waitrose? If he went late night shopping in Tesco after class he’d probably scare the few shoppers. Red-faced and dripping sweat as he was he must look a fright.

    He’d give it a few more weeks of Hot Yoga before revisiting the online dating idea. Swimming could be good, too.

    ****

    Nearly finished, thought Blake. He enjoyed teaching the Hot Yoga class, but there was always that sense of relief when it was nearly over, especially if he

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