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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.
