Jake led Max to a spot under
some trees where fisherman had set up a pit. He then gathered some fresh tinder
and lit a fire, spearing the fish to cook in the flames.
“Keep an eye on these.”
Jake winked and walked back
down to the river. As he removed his vest, Max felt heat rush to his face.
Before he could ask what the dark haired man was doing, Jake had slipped his
trousers off, revealing a well-toned backside.
Max felt as if he had
swallowed his tongue. The man had the body of a god, at least from the back
view. Surely Jake was capable of stirring any woman’s most primal desires, but
why should he be feeling breathless at a member of his own sex?
Jake stepped into the water,
wading mid-thigh, waves gently lapping at the base of his firm buttocks.
He reached down and splashed
the water onto his chest, rinsing away the sweat that glistened on his chiseled
muscles. Jake then untied his hair, letting the dark locks fall around his neck. He bent over and submerged his head quickly before whipping his head
back as he stood straight. His wet mane flipped, splashing water onto his back.
Maxwell couldn’t help but
follow the streaks of water as they trickled down his back and into his
crevice.
“Care to join me?”
Max snapped out of his stare
and locked eyes with a smirking Mr. Graeme.
“I think… I’ll pass.”
Maxwell could barely force the words out.
Jake laughed and turned to
face him. If Max hadn’t been blushing before, he was now positive his shade was
a deep crimson.
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