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I stop because that would actually make me feel better. Maybe Drake has no idea how to copulate with a woman, and so he was perplexed when I offered my curves to him. That would be some consolation, however little.
But somehow, I know it’s not true. Drake knows what to do with a female body, and my instinct tells me that he knows how to make a woman scream all too well. It’s in the way his nostrils flared ever-so-slightly when I wiggled my hips. It’s the way his fingers flexed, as if he was restraining himself from reaching out to caress the curve of my breast. It’s the way those two massive clubs quivered and stiffened, rising in the musky heat of the cave. In my heart of hearts, I know he’s not gay, and that in fact, Drake isveryexperienced when it comes to giving a woman pleasure.
But little good that does me right now. I snort while stumbling over a rock.
“You okay?” Drake asks, turning to cast a glance my way. Those deep blue eyes sweep over my raggedy hair and wrinkly clothes.
“I’m fine,” I say in a curt voice. “Not that you care,” I mutter in a low tone behind his back as we continue to walk. Of course, the alpha male hears me but chooses not to acknowledge the snarky comment, so I decide to press my luck. I can’t help it. I know I’m poking the bear but what do I have to lose at this point? I’ve already been humiliated to the ends of the earth and back.
“Are your small heads able to hear too?” I ask in a sweet tone. “Or do they only drip?”
Drake spins on his heel so fast that I literally crash into his chest. It’s like a wall of granite, and I swear, I break my nose on his breastbone.
“Ow!” I gasp, covering my nose with one hand. “Ouch ouch ouch!”
“Let me see,” he growls, pushing my hand down. “Nope, not even a little blood. You didn’t break your nose. I can safely say that your snozzer is as good as new.”
“Well, itfeelslike you broke it with your granite chest. Why is your chest even that hard?” I pout. “What did you do to it?”
“You mean, other than fishing for ten hours a day, hauling crates of seafood, struggling with nets, and captaining my boat to and from shore?” he asks sardonically. “That kind of exercise?”
“Oh wow. Yeah, that would be a lot of activity. You’re a fisherman?” I ask while we continue to walk along the path.
“Yeah,” Drake grunts, relaxing his stiff mien a little. “The lake is filled with all sorts of aquatic life, and it’s beautiful out there. It’s my second home.”
“Itwasbeautiful,” I murmur in a low tone. “And I saw starfish and sea urchins clinging to the seabed while I was crossing the causeway during low tide.”
Drake nods.
“The lake is so abundant, in fact, that we don’t need to raise land animals to meet our nutritional needs, although we do keep some domesticated animals for milk, butter, and the like. But otherwise, we’re pescatarians, is what I believe you mainlanders call it.”
“Pescatarians,” I say slowly, watching my footing on the trail. “I like it. And what did you call me again? A mainlander?”
“Yeah,” Drake drawls. “You are from the mainland, aren’t you? I don’t see my double anatomy peeking out from your shorts, despite their flatteringly-short length.”
I giggle despite myself.
“This is how women’s hiking shorts are always cut! They don’t make them super-long the way they do men’s. But yeah, I guess I am a mainlander,” I concur. “From Minnesota, to be precise.”
“Ah, the Land of 10,000 Lakes,” Drake comments. “Also very beautiful.”
I blush. Is he hinting thatI’mbeautiful in some roundabout way? But I shake my head. Can’t be.
“It is gorgeous in Minnesota, depending on the time of year. Even in the dead of winter, the snowy banks and drifting snowflakes make for an idyllic landscape. But you’re from the Land of 10,000 Lakes too,” I point out. “Because this island is a part of Minnesota territory. Or do you consider yourselves independent of the state? Kind of how like in Copenhagen, there’s the Free Town of Christiana? Although I don’t think they’re legally separate from Copenhagen. I think they just consider themselves to be independent, which is what you could do too.”
Drake snorts.
“We’re independent,” he drawls. “Yes, like free city.”
“So?” I probe. “If this is a free city, then who’s your leader? Where are we going?”
“You mean, who’s going to wield the knife when you’re sacrificed?” he asks in a dry tone. “Who’s going to bleed you out, spilling virgin blood onto the altar?”
“Surely you wouldn’t use a knife,” I jest. “We’re beyond that, right? A good hanging would be appreciated, or lethal injection is an option too. Maybe a firing squad even.”
“Or a gas chamber,” Drake remarks. “That could work as well. Although we’re on an island, so we may not have the right facilities to make sure gas doesn’t escape the shower stall and poison us all.”
I shiver.
