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She hurries off with her luggage. I drop my own gear into the other bedroom, the one that my parents shared. Then, I head outside to wait for my mate. Taking her fishing may be a mistake. If anything is going to convince her we shouldn’t be together, it will be letting her see my monstrous side. It’s easy to ignore my inhuman qualities when I’m wearing a suit.
But when she joins me, I realize telling her how to dress may have been a far more dangerous mistake.
She walks out in blue yoga shorts that hug her luscious ass, a pink bikini top, and a sheer white bathing suit coverup, her full breasts threatening to spill out. This outfit is going to have me acting like a monster soon enough.
Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? How am I going to keep my hands off this woman this weekend?
“Something wrong?” she asks. “Should I change?” She looks down at the outfit, while I blatantly staring.
“No! No. You look great!”
She gives me an impish smile. The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. “Then let’s go fishing!” she announces loudly and lets me lead her to the river.
18
PLEASE DO NOT RUN
Bailey
I follow Sacha along a narrow dirt trail, through some muddy woods, and down a hill to something that could only generously be called a river. The water is narrow and shallow, but moving fast over uneven rocks, it’s easily traversable by foot. The summer air is heavy with the cool spray of water. I give a small shiver, and for a moment, wish I’d dressed warmer, but the look that Sacha gave me when I revealed my bathing suit is worth being chilly for a little while. If I’m going to spend the entire weekend with him, I may as well soak up a little of his admiration. The sun filters through the branches of the cedar trees high above us; it’s a truly perfect day.
Sacha really looks like he belongs here. He seems more relaxed, at ease in his own skin, happier. He rolls up the legs of his pants above his knee, revealing hairy but muscular legs. He pauses, giving me a long pointed look.
“Are you sure you are ready to see this?” He asks.
“What could you possibly do here that would make me upset?” I settle onto a large rock sitting on the riverbank. “Honestly, the suspense is killing me.”
He gives a bemoaned sigh and then reaches over his head to his back, grips his shirt, and pulls it over his head in one smooth movement, revealing a broad muscular chest. It’s everything I imagined and still steals my breath for a moment. His hair thins out along his chest and stomach, displaying deep orange skin, and a stretch of rippling muscles that appear to have been sculpted by the finest personal trainers. He looks good enough to eat off of, certainly good enough to lick.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Sacha interrupts my daydream, seeming to mistake my silence for trepidation.
“If I hate it that much, then I get half a million dollars!” I announce loudly over the sound of running water. “Let’s get this over with! Catch me some dinner!”
He shrugs, but tosses me his shirt, the fabric still warm as I clutch it between my hungry fingers. He steps into the water, wading aimlessly through the rapids while staring at his feet. Eventually, he reaches a spot, which doesn’t look any different than the others from my vantage point, but he finally seems satisfied with his position and he stops moving.
He stands completely still, watching the water rush between his legs.
“Did you just realize that you forgot your fishing rod?” I call to him.
He doesn’t look up, but I do see a smile creep across his face.
And then one large hand shoots out, slapping into the water, and comes back up with a large fish wiggling in his grip.
I shout gleefully as he approaches.
“That’s amazing!” I announce when he brings his catch over to me. “How do you do that?”
“You aren’t—weirded out by it?” He shakes his head and drops the fish into the bucket he brought along.
“No, it’s cool! I don’t know anyone who can do anything like that!” I say with a laugh. “It’s impressive.”
“You don’t think it’s—monstrous?”
I shift in my seat. “Maybe? But, I think it’s kind of hot.”
Something in his smile changes as he looks at me. Water drips down his chest, begging for me to chase it with my tongue. I wait for him to tip in and kiss me, instead he turns back to the river and catches two more salmon to join the first. I get to enjoy the smooth and confident way that he moves, the way that his powerful muscles flex while he works. He smiles at me, all shiny white teeth, and runs his hand back across his damp chest.
“I want to try it,” I announce as he drops the third fish into the bucket.
