The Not So Lonely Lone Wanderer Book 1

Chapter 4 - The Heat is On

And so it began. Twice a week in the atrium. The three of them in relaxed clothing, Arianna in the same brand of clingy pants and tank, accentuating firm ass and long legs for such a petite creature. The top left...well it left the imagination to do what it would with rounded mounds draped in the same blue, just a little larger than most but it suited her perfectly.

But as they worked out, she managed to keep it all business. Yoga first, nerve slides and postures making both men look lumbering and clumsy in the beginning but they eventually got the hang of it. Chris faster than Hunter at times but then again, he seemed to be paying more attention. She'd look at him from under lashes here and there at something lurked in the depths of his eyes, a hot emotion that Arianna knew had to be simmering inside her as well. Yoga was the time to correct postures so after asking sweetly to adjust him the first time around, the words bringing snorts of laughter from Hunter, her hands didn't hesitate to pull here or tap there.

And oh my god was he firm, all muscle and so damned hot that the base urge to slid fingers around to those pectorals or explore the V of his hip. It became a special kind of torture that left her wet and dreamy at the end of the session.

Tai Chi after the yoga and half the time her father came in to lecture them all. His moves, practiced and tight were something Arianna strove for and the men tried to keep up. James had a lethal speed, Arianna close to it. It was movement after movement, right handed first till they got the form down, then left. The last couple of weeks had been the start of sparring. All of them left the atrium sweaty but content that they'd managed to take one or the other down though Arianna often was last man standing. They'd formed an odd knot of friendship, a camaraderie that went past the sessions in the wide open room and more often than not Chris, Hunter and Arianna lingered after the workout over a post exercise snack in the upper level lounge or a game of pool.

All three just clicked, age difference fading as her dry wit and odd sense of humor won even Hunter over and left Chris free to tease without the censure the other man tossed his way. It didn't make the sessions in the atrium any easier on him but being around her, watching quicksilver emotions fly across her face and basking in the easy familiarity of casual touches and playful nudges made it worth it. It was another layer of torture, torment...call it what you would but those afternoons in the atrium were getting harder to recover from as much as he enjoyed them. He often joked with Hunter about how much hot water he saved after the fact, trying to come down from what slowly became a slow, erotic dance between him and Arianna.

Not that Chris had been anything but circumspect. James popping in without warning, Hunter right there most of the time, he'd really kept hands to himself though the same temptation that had him under it's spell seemed to be spreading. You couldn't miss the flex of muscle as Arianna worked through the poses, firm curves and soft lines drawing eyes and lascivious thoughts that made the later half of the practice painful in the worst way. Didn't help that she seemed to find ways to touch and pull, those slender fingers so firm on the skin, made the mind wonder just how they'd feel all over.

Chris had slaked some of the lust with a few willing girls but that avenue was beginning to pale. Obsession with the younger female was making the older girls, the well versed in sexual escapade types, less than satisfying. He wanted the slender beauty so close right now under him, no other. So his last few encounters with the current girl of the month, Maryanne, had been called off on some flimsy excuse. She hadn't been pleased but Chris really could care less. The image floating through his consciousness was petite with long dark hair and a tight curvy body and the ache it gave him brought a hand up to rub at a sore spot in the shoulder, trying to tame wayward thoughts till he could get back to his quarters.

Didn't help that they were doctor free today, just Hunter, Chris and Arianna in the atrium with it's greenery stirring gently from the overhead vents. Hunter currently crawled over to a bench on the left, hands up in surrender. "Okay, I'm done. Kick his ass again." Jerking a thumb at Chris, Hunter gave his buddy a sly wink. "He likes it."