“But I can still speak without stuttering. I can still undress myself, and I’m not shaking like a leaf,” he said sarcastically.
Soon, I was standing in front of him naked. I was warring between being irritated at him and trying to understand where he was coming from. “Come on, Mr. Grumpy pants. Come play with me in the water. I’ll warm up in a few minutes.”
I could see that he was scrutinizing my hands and feet. He seemed satisfied as he nodded and removed the rest of his clothing. I took his hand and we went into the pool together. Soon, we were all frolicking in the water. We didn’t even care that our clothes were haphazardly thrown everywhere near the fire.
After our swim, we hopped out and dried off. Drake handed me one of his long-sleeved t-shirts, and I slipped that on before slipping on my underwear. I threw my hair up into a towel and joined Drake by the fire.
“Teach me master,” I jokingly smiled at him.
“Master?” he smirked at me.
“Yes ol’ wise one. You are the master of everything in the culinary world,” I teased.
“Hmm,” he had a thoughtful look on his face for a moment. “Can I be your master in the bedroom?”
I nearly choked on my surprise laugh. I never expected the words he had uttered. I looked at him appraisingly, and I could see he was being serious. “Would you like me to call you Master?” I asked as I licked my suddenly dry lips.
He cocked his head to the side. “I like to role play at times,” he admitted quietly. “I feel like it keeps things…lively. I like the idea of you in a little French maid outfit and calling me Master as I bend you over my bed and have my way with you.”
I swallowed as my eyes widened. The visual images of his words were enough to have the warmth spread to my core. I shifted uncomfortably. I was aroused. “I’ll find a French maid outfit,” I whispered thickly.
A large smile spread across his face. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I smiled.
“I can’t wait until I can hear you call me Master. Would you get on your knees and call me Master as I gave you my-” he started to ask huskily.
“What are you guys whispering about?” Jaxson asked as he sat down beside us with a string of fish.
“Nothing,” I could barely force out of my now dry throat.
“I was just explaining to Blake about how we needed to build a smaller fire and find two forked sticks, and a long stick, to roast these fish,” Drake gave me a knowing smile before he pulled out his knife.
“I’ll find them,” I quickly got up. I needed to leave him before I dragged him off to let him have his wicked way with me.
I walked over to our pile of wood to find two forked sticks and the long sturdy stick. I had seen something like this done with a rabbit on a show once, so I had a general idea what he was looking for.
“What are you looking for?” Troy asked as he walked over to me. In just his cargo pants and flip flops.
“Forked sticks and sturdy longer sticks,” I replied. “Drake wants to build a smaller fire and roast the fish over them.”
“I’ll gather the wood for the fire,” Troy volunteered.
“Thanks,” I smiled at him.
“Your barriers are down,” Jace huskily whispered in my ear.
I jumped. For a large man, he could be like a cat on his feet. He was my jaguar.
The way he moved. The way he carried himself.
I blushed. “Sorry,” I gave him a painstaking smile.
He chuckled before he dropped a kiss on the back of my neck. “Nothing to be sorry about, but it can get…” He shifted as he glanced down at himself. “…uncomfortable at times.”
I groaned aloud. The men were determined to keep me in a constant state of arousal today.
I knelt back down next to Drake as he patiently showed us how to gut the fish to put them on the spit. I butchered my first fish. Horribly. Noah and his damn “surgeon’s hands” mastered it almost immediately. Today just wasn’t my day when it came to mastering new skills.