I would one-bite the bonfire.
Returning to my cabin for bookgami was my reward for accomplishing these necessary outings.
“Yikes.” I’d almost forgotten my watch.
I rushed to the bedside table, put my watch on, and rubbed my fingers over the seductive, hard back cover of my bookgami project.
Another growl from my tummy helped me say goodbye to my room.
The morning sunlight warmed my body, adding to the relaxation that hung with me since that massage. So ironic that I could be turned on by Everest’s touch and relaxed by it at the same time.
As I walked to the cafeteria, I pondered that as much as I enjoyed the way he catered to me, he didn’t come across the way I’d imagined a Dom. Or maybe I wasn’t a sub?
Admittedly, the quiz result saying I was a sub was exciting and had led me here, but I thought I would enjoy a relationship with Everest, even if it was vanilla.
In the distance, I caught sight of Atlas, Everest, and Phoenix unloading a truck of hay bales, throwing and stacking them.
I didn’t know how much those things weighed, but I quickly got a sense that I couldn’t lift one.
But I did want to be manhandled like that. I chuckled. I didn’t want to be thrown. But I did want their hands on me. I wanted to be sweaty with them.
Oh, but not dirty sweaty. Well, dirty sweaty, yes, but not icky dirty. Sexy dirty would be okay.
I tried to stop overthinking dirtiness, but that only led me to thinking how nice the trio would look without their long-sleeved shirts. The fantasy plowed ahead full bore, allowing me to overlook the bits of hay their sweaty bodies would be covered with.
Not a problem in fantasy mode. I’d pull up a seat and watch those men flex their muscles. Atlas would probably flex his pecs for me. Everest would probably ask if I needed a drink. And Phoenix… I don’t know what he would do, but I’d enjoy it.
Atlas stopped moving bales, seemed to give the other two directions that Everest didn’t seem to think they needed, then they got back to work. Phoenix’s broody expression never changed the entire time. Was it possible to tell when he was happy or… anything else? What would it be like to date someone like him? Would he be content to stay at home and fold pages of books? Would he tell me if he wasn’t?
Everest waved.
At whom? I glanced over my shoulder. Nobody.
I turned back around, facing him. He laughed, pointed at me, and waved again.
A hay bale slid into place at his feet then Atlas and Phoenix waved as their assembly line came to a stop.
How long had I been staring?
Gurgle.
At least they were too far away to hear my stomach.
I waved and hurried to the cafeteria where I made my food selections then went to get juice. As I slid my glass under the spout for orange juice, I noticed the pomegranate option. I’d never had pomegranate juice. The whole point of being here was to try new things.
Hmm. I glanced at the drip of orange juice in the bottom of my glass. I hated to be wasteful, but I couldn’t mix the two juices. Surely with all of the people here, one glass wouldn’t matter.
I discarded the orange juice tainted glass, got a clean one, and filled it with my first new experience of the day… other than the reverse harem dream, epic orgasm, and hay bale fantasy.
Finding a space at a corner table away from everyone else, I settled in. Chatter amongst the other guests filled the air but I was right where I needed to be.
Everything was so delicious. They really went all out at Rawhide Ranch.
A girl with bunny ears and bunny slippers walked toward me. If I recalled correctly, it was Sadie from yesterday.
My stomach picked now to suggest it didn’t want anything in it, but I was able to calm it with a few deep breaths. My plan during meals was to be friendly to anyone who approached and remember that I didn’t have any further commitment than saying hi.
I couldn’t meet people ifI didn’t meet people.
