Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1)

by Audrey Carlan

  In the hall, I slipped off my shoes, socks, and T-shirt and placed them near the edge of the door. Without making a sound, I pulled the door mostly shut and thanked the good Lord above that the hinges didn’t squeak. I didn’t let the door latch because that would have definitely pulled her out of whatever meditation or yoga-induced coma she was in, and I wanted to look at her some more.

  Her ass was rounded, and the muscles in each thigh and calf flexed up to where her dainty feet were pointed. The hot pink polish on her toes matched her lips and fingernails. Christ, this woman was a wet dream incarnate. If I didn’t get in there—and by there, I meant between those tight thighs to the promised land—I might die of blue balls. I couldn’t remember the last time I went two weeks without getting my dick wet. The reason why I hadn’t baffled me and put a crick in my neck I couldn’t shake. This had to be a record.

  Genevieve Fucking Harper.

  Her legs shifted, opening into a wide V, basically offering up her sex to me. My cock paid close attention, and bolts of desire rushed through my body to settle heavily in my balls. That was it. I couldn’t hold back.

  I approached quietly enough that she didn’t notice me until I was close enough to smell her lemon scent. Her legs faltered but before she could close them, I lightly laid my hands on each ankle.

  “Now this pose, gumdrop, has some serious possibilities.” I licked my lips and stared at her legs, open for me.

  Her limbs twitched under my palms as I slid my hands from her spread ankles inward, toward her center. When I got to her inner thighs, about half a foot from her pussy, she started to shake.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was thick, shaky, but not scared.

  Her legs twitched again as I moved my hands an inch closer, still a good five inches from where I wanted to be. Yet she hadn’t attempted to close them or asked me not to touch her. If anything, my bendy girl was intrigued.

  “Can you hold this pose for a long time?”

  “Yeah.” Her voice once again held a sultry timbre, one that spoke to me on a primal, physical level and made my dick come straight to attention.

  I hummed low in my throat as I pressed my hands closer to her pussy, almost touching it. Her muscles were hard under the flowing harem-style pants. They were cinched at the ankle and made of the thinnest cotton—so thin that a dark, wet patch of fabric clung at the center of where I wanted to go most. “That’s good, babe, because we’re going to test that right fuckin’ now.”

  Grabbing the yoga block that was by her mat, I sat on it, spreading my knees wide around her, almost caging her ribs with my knees. My erection was at the perfect position for her mouth if she chose to partake. And by all things holy, I hoped to hell she would. The fragile edges of my mind frayed as the wet spot in front of my face got wider and the sweet, musky smell of her sex filled the air around us. Without delay, I leaned forward and inhaled her arousal. That got her attention.

  “I don’t know if I can hold the pose.”

  “What would help? How about you put those knees on my shoulders so I can bear the weight of your legs, but first…” I placed my fingers at her core, gripped that flimsy fabric, and tore a gaping hole right in the center. Her pink lips glistened under the track lighting above, and I thrust my hips, seeing all that wet, wanting nothing more than to delve in. “Now, knees to my shoulders, babe.”

  Genevieve brought her legs closed, hiding the heaven between her thighs for a moment—a moment too long, in my opinion. My mouth watered, the scent of her excitement urging me on. Then she bent her knees and shifted forward so that they were still spread, but I was bearing the brunt of the weight on my shoulders. Fine with me. It brought her wet pussy right in front of my mouth. Exactly where I wanted her.

  “You light-headed, gumdrop?”

  “No, not yet. I can’t think straight, but I think that says more about where your head is than anything.”

  “Well, prepare to lose your mind, ’cause, honey, I’m about to take you in a way I’ve never taken any woman.”

  She trembled. I locked one hand around her thigh, and another at her waist to keep her steady. I couldn’t image she could hold this pose for long, but I didn’t expect it to take more than a couple minutes. Still, I needed to give her an out.

  “Say no, and I won’t. I’ll count to three. You don’t say no, I’m sucking on you until you come on my tongue.”

  She mewled, her legs tightening against my head. I held onto her legs as she adjusted her position.

  “Slip your shorts down,” she said.

  My smaller head almost burst when I thought about those candy-coated lips covering my cock.

  I did as she asked. Instantly, she licked the tip, and with that single swipe of her wet tongue, I was a goner.

  “Three,” I said without counting and buried my head between her thighs. Her unique flavor was sugar and spice like a cinnamon donut. Delicious. I flattened my tongue, shifted forward so my dick would penetrate her mouth, and went to town on her juicy pussy.

  Her moans filled the room as I sucked, nipped, and swirled my tongue around the hard button peeking out. Damn, if there wasn’t some serious merit to being with a ridiculously flexible woman. At one point, she brought those legs into wide splits, and I delved my tongue deeper inside her than I ever had in a woman. The act puffed up my ego to enormous proportions. I held on to her hips, relieving any pressure that might be on her neck.

  “Lift me up. I’ll brace on my arms. I can suck you better that way.”

  She gasped as I put the lock on her clit, sucking hard and nibbling with my teeth.

  Her body trembled under my ministrations. “Oh, God, please, Trent. Now.”

  “Be my pleasure, gumdrop.” I shifted her weight, though she hardly weighed anything. She lifted her head off the ground and braced her hands onto the mat. It made her body shift higher, so I got onto my knees. My hammy protested slightly, but this was one workout the leg absolutely needed.

  The second I got her braced to me, practically holding her aloft, she sucked my cock deeply. The best part, she came at me as if I were her last meal, as if she were starved for it, licking, swirling that tongue round and round. My balls got tight, lifted, and the tension of an impending orgasm hit my lower back and traveled up my spine.

  “I’m gonna come. Don’t want you choking,” I said around a mouthful of the sweetest pussy. I stuck a finger in deep and stirred it around.

  Her body tensed. “Me too. Sit back down, and then lie back with your knees up. I’ll brace on you.”

  Not wanting to leave the honey between her thighs, I grumbled but figured she was the one who had been upside down and likely needed to be upright. So wrong. The second I lay down, she lifted her legs back into the pencil before she slowly lowered them until her feet landed on the mat beside my head. It was like watching an acrobatic show in slow motion. My eye was on the prize when she brought her top half down and lay over my supine form. That’s when I was gifted with her pussy hovering directly over my face.

  With strong fingers, I gripped her hips. “Fuckin’ A!” And I pulled her down to my face.

  “Oh my word…” she said, while grinding down on my face.

  I loved every second of her sexual freedom. Then, as her body shook, she latched onto my raging cock, but this time took it much farther into the heat of her mouth. Way farther. Once it hit her throat, she pushed a little, but I could feel her jolt, gagging on it.

  So that’s what I did. I took that sweet peach of hers, pushed her ass cheeks wide, and ate her like I was eating Thanksgiving dinner. Relentless suction, two fingers pressed deep into her tight heat where I pushed against that hidden jewel inside, and her body arched. She jerked her hips down and took control of her pleasure, getting herself off while I worked her over, and she worked me over in the process. The keening sounds of her orgasm were muffled, her mouth full of cock. When her body tightened, preparing for release, I almost died and went to heaven. She fastened her mouth around the head of my
cock and clamped down in a Hoover-style lock-down. Finally, she moaned, and an incredible tightness spread through my loins and out my cockhead as I shot hot cum down her throat. She took it all, sucked every drop down like she was dying of thirst.

  When we both were done, she spun around on top of me as if she were the star acrobat performing in Cirque de Soleil. She was definitely shining bright.

  “Holy moly, that was…wow…” Genevieve breathed against my chest, resting her head over my pounding heart.

  “More like fan-fuckin-tastic. You ever do that before?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I always wanted to be more adventurous with my yoga practice. My buddy Dash teaches the tantric class, and I’ve attended when his regular assistant couldn’t help out. The stuff they do in there…” She shook her head. “Wow, doesn’t cover it.”

  “Sign us up,” I said deadpan. More sexy yoga poses that got me a mouthful of Genevieve? I was all over that like white on rice.

  Genevieve giggled against my chest. Her cheeks were a softer pink, her lipstick smudged.

  “Come here, gumdrop. Let me taste those sweet lips. I want to taste myself on you.”

  Her black eyes darkened even more, swirling with lust. I tagged her around the neck and led her to my lips. I took her bottom lip into my mouth first, licking up all her candy flavor alongside a hint of salt that hadn’t been there the other times. That was me. Salt and sweet. My two favorite tastes mixed together.

  We kissed softly for a few minutes, touching intimately. It was the first time I’d ever spent time just touching and kissing a woman for no other reason than getting to know her. What she liked, the sounds she made when I caressed a particularly sensitive spot were all a mystery I wanted to solve. The way she sighed when I ran my tongue between her breasts…pure heaven. Before long, it was getting late, and feet pounded down the hallway. Genevieve glanced up at the door.

  “Goodness. We did all that with the door not even closed all the way.” Her face turned a crimson color that looked unbelievable on her white skin.

  “Relax. The door wasn’t even cracked, but I agree, that was a close call.” I chuckled.

  She smacked my chest, hopped up, and tried to adjust her pants. Then she went over to her bag in the corner, pulled out a pair of yoga pants, and dropped the ones she was wearing. I got the most beautiful view of her half-clothed. Her legs were long for her size and toned. The thatch of blond hair between her thighs was a neat landing strip that I very much wanted to run my tongue against. Too quickly, she jumped into the new pants. I groaned, shifted my shorts over my semi, and crawled to a stand.

  For some reason, between changing her pants and chucking the other ones in her bag, she got shy. Her shoulders curved, she swiped at her hair repeatedly and looked anywhere but at me. Figuring I needed to do some damage control, I limped over to where she was getting her things together. I placed a hand to the back of her neck.

  “Genevieve, babe, words can’t describe that experience. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.”

  She met my gaze, her features seeming fearful, laden with an anxiety that hadn’t been there before. One I frankly didn’t understand. Was she regretting what we’d done?

  “You okay?” I asked, bringing both hands to cup her cheeks.

  She nodded.

  I shook my head. “Words, gumdrop.”

  Genevieve glanced to the door. “It was wild. I’ve never done anything like that. Never knew I could. You bring out a side in me…a wild side that makes me lose all control. We shouldn’t have done that here.”

  Leaning close, I brought my forehead to hers. “I get that, and you’re right. We were in the moment. It was wild, but nothing we did was wrong. Just the wrong place. Next time, we’ll be more private.”

  “Next time?” Her voice carried a slight tremble.

  “Oh, yeah. There will be a next time, gumdrop. You think I can get a taste of that sweetness between your thighs and not want seconds?”

  Her cheeks got hot as I held them, and I knew if I backed up, they’d be that rosy pink I loved.

  “Trent, the things you say…” She sighed and leaned into my hand.

  Oh, I liked that. Cuddly, like a kitten. Made me wonder what other ways I could make her purr.

  I kissed her lips softly once, twice, three times, before I pulled back and let her go. Had to, otherwise I’d be pushing her up against that patchwork fabric and taking her in a whole new way. “Friday, you and me. Dinner. Then my place. Plan to stay over.”

  Her eyes got wide, and she shook her head. “I can’t.”

  I frowned. “Why the hell not? You’re a grown woman.”

  “Yeah, with two children under my care,” she snapped.

  “Wait a minute. You are solely responsible for your brother and baby sister?” I hadn’t realized how much was truly on her plate.

  Her shoulders slumped. “Yes. And they count on me to come home every night.”

  “Don’t you have grandparents or aunts and uncles that could help out?”

  I sighed and gritted my teeth. Based on the sour expression she wore, I was about to get my balls handed to me, and not in a good way.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve.” She pointed her finger into my chest.

  Ouch. Now I knew how her brother felt yesterday.

  “All you see is a woman you want to bed. Well, I’m not a baggage-free floozy like the groupies you take to your bed. I have responsibilities, people who count on me to be there when they lay their heads on their pillows. If you can’t handle that”—she pointed—“there’s the door. Feel free to use it.”

  “Gumdrop, I’m sorry. I didn’t know the whole story.”

  “Well, maybe you should ask before assuming you can just whisk me off to your bed.”

  She had a point, but so did I. We’d spent the past hour doing things to one another that I knew I’d never be able to repeat with another soul, and that thought made me sad as hell. My heart constricted uncomfortably. Any man would assume that the woman he’d done it with would be yippy skippy to repeat it, only horizontally with a lot fewer clothes and preferably on a bed, not a hard floor in a public yoga studio. It had been insanely hot, and I wasn’t kidding when I’d said I wouldn’t forget it. That scene was burned into the deepest recesses of my mind where I could bust it out on a whim.

  “Genevieve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. How about I take you out tomorrow like we planned? We’ll talk. You tell me all about you, and I’ll tell you all about me. We’ll start over,” I said, not believing the words were coming directly from my mouth. It was like a case of the body snatchers. I was saying all the right words, and I meant them, but the Trent Fox I’d always been wouldn’t have cared. Not a bit. This version of me was downright humbling himself to the hot yoga teacher.

  It had to be the phenomenal sex.

  Chapter Eight

  The root of our being is influenced highly by our sexual energy. A couple that is driven by their base desires are motivated by their enjoyment of each other.

  * * *

  GENEVIEVE

  I’d agreed to start over with Trent, which was surprising. Sure he was good-looking, great body, funny, called me cute nicknames like gumdrop and babe all the time, but it was more than that. He made me feel things deeper inside, far more than I’d felt even with my ex-boyfriend, Brian, and I’d thought I was going to marry him.

  It had to be the phenomenal sex.

  What we’d experienced in the studio a couple days ago was right out of the yoga Kama Sutra. I looked it up. I couldn’t believe I held the pose for so long. Then again, him hoisting my legs and bracing me the way he did helped. Still, I’d tapped into my super womanly sex goddess power that must have been hiding under some seriously repressed sexual tension. Just remembering his mouth on me made tingles shoot through my limbs.

  I sighed and hugged my corduroy blazer tighter around my form. The air was brisk this far into October. The Bay Area wasn’t known for being cold
. None of California was, but it was a lot colder in the Bay Area than in the Valley. The Valley residents were still rocking shorts and tanks, but in Berkeley, we felt the chill from the Pacific Ocean.

  Checking out my shoes, I tipped my foot to the side. I loved tall boots and skinny jeans. Made me feel taller, and at five-foot-five, any bit of height I could score was a good thing. Especially when I was going on a date with a man who was over six feet. What Trent saw in me I didn’t know. I knew I was considered pretty. Had been mistaken for Gwen Stefani a few times, and she was beautiful, even at twice my age. I’d left my hair down, remembering how Trent had pulled it out of my usual bun this week when he kissed me. It blew behind me when I stood with my face to the wind.

  I waited for Trent to arrive in front of the studio. He’d missed today’s appointment because he’d had some type of marketing meeting with his agent.

  “Hey, Viv!” Dara ran up to me, apron still around her waist from her time at the bakery.

  She wrapped her long arms around me and brought me into a squeeze. Her body was warm, and she smelled like powdered sugar. One of the benefits of working in a bakery, she always smelled like the pastries and bread they cooked.

  “So what are you doing standing out here on the street looking all sex-a-fied?”

  I grinned, shuffled my feet, and looked out at the bustling street. It was early evening, and the area residents were hitting their favorite haunts such as the bakery, café, smoke shop, and running to catch their yoga class. “Waiting for my date to pick me up.”