Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
The smell of Drew filled my lungs, making my heart start to beat a little faster.
He always smelled like lemon and a faint whiff of smoke.
It wasn’t what I would think of when I thought on how a man was supposed to smell, but it was him.
In fact, I was so caught up in the smell that I almost missed PD’s answer.
“I’m thirty-seven, and I’m a bit too kinky for your sweet, innocent little friend.”
My mouth might, or might not have, dropped open.
Luckily, the darkness that was still clinging to the surroundings as well as Drew’s t-shirt blocked my reaction.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “What, are you into spankings? Like with floggers? Oh!” I said excitedly once my mouth finally came unstuck from my chest, leaning forward so I could see PD when I said what I had to say next. “Are we talking bondage and toys kinky here or ginger anal plugs?”
He blinked at me, then we hit another tree.
PD didn’t catch us this time, and Drew cursed.
“Don’t you know how to drive this thing?” I asked him. “I’m pretty sure you’re giving us all brain damage.”
Okay, so I was still upset with Drew.
I couldn’t help it.
He’d been married when we first met. How hard was it to mention that you had a wife that couldn’t scrape off? I would’ve understood!
“You know about ginger anal plugs, also known as Figging,” PD asked carefully. “How do you know about that?”
“I’ve read some BDSM erotic romances,” I said. “It started with Fifty Shades of Grey, and escalated from there. Now I’m on the racier books. I have nothing to do all day, so I’ve been reading more than normal. I’m currently reading Slaves Desired Master.”
“Jesus Christ,” Drew muttered. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now.”
He stood up and pushed us off, but I didn’t miss the huge boner he had going on in his waders.
His weren’t all that tight, either, meaning Drew liked the topic of conversation.
What he probably didn’t like, though, was the fact that I was having this discussion with his friend rather than him.
I hadn’t said a nice thing to him since he’d given me his jacket five minutes out from the boat ramp.
And I was pretty sure he was rethinking bringing me.
My ankle chose that moment to throb when a particularly hard bump against a fallen tree jolted my leg against the dog’s cage between my feet.
I hissed, causing both men to look at me in surprise.
“My ankle hurts,” I explained to them.
Drew’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t really give that much thought,” he said apologetically. “I can let you use my waders once we get to where I’m wanting to get to. It’ll give you a little extra room.”
I softened for him.
“I’ll be okay,” I said. “It’s only because I bumped it against the cage.”
He nodded, not quite convinced, and started forward again.
Finally, we broke through the trees, and he groaned.
“We’re here,” he said to PD. “Check the depth.”
I handed him the paddle that’d dropped on top of my feet to him.
“Don’t get any funny ideas with this,” I said to PD.
His eyes lit up with mirth.
“Sorry, darlin’. I only play with the ones that are free,” he shot back.
I opened my mouth in affront.
“I’m not taken!” I bellowed loudly.
PD gave me two raised eyebrows that clearly said he didn’t believe me.
I didn’t believe me, either.
I was Drew’s.
Just not right now.
He needed to take care of his problem before I’d let him back in my bed.
Hours later, I was rethinking that promise to myself when Drew carried me into his house from his truck.
I was partially asleep and would’ve probably forced him to put me down had I been awake.
But I was officially exhausted from being out all day and so snugly and warm.
“I’m going to put you down on my bed for a minute while I go get Thief settled in his kennel.” Drew said as he placed me on a bed that felt like clouds.
My eyes closed and stayed closed long enough for the front door to close and then I started to hyperventilate.
I was going to have sex with him again.
I was going to have sex with a married man!
Oh, my God!
I was such a slut!
I furiously dialed Naomi’s number, relieved when she answered.
“Hello?” She said, sounding chipper as always.
“Quick!” I said loudly. “I don’t know what to do!”
“What?” Naomi sounded nervous now. “What’s going on?”
I ran through Drew’s nearly empty living room to the front door where I could look outside.
I saw him there, standing in tight Wrangler jeans that molded to his ass like a second skin, and stared.
“I’m going to sleep with Drew again,” I informed. “Not today, maybe. But maybe tomorrow. I won’t be able to help myself.”
“What?” Naomi’s voice was high pitched at the best of times, but when she was shrieking, it was even worse. She reminded me of a harpy. “When did this happen? You totally told him to suck your dick yesterday and now this?”