Chapter 27: Stranded
12:28 P.M.
“We’ll have to walk back to the cottage,” I tell Bernie, who stands on my left side and is soaked from head to toe because of the rain. “It’s a little over two miles. The trail will turn into mud if it keeps raining.”
“How will we get the ATV back?”
“Brett will walk out here with some gas, refill this beast, and ride it to the cottage.” I take in his wet frame, consuming every bump, dent, and muscle. He’s not wearing a shirt and his chest is slick with rainwater and sexy as hell. The man’s n*****s drip with water droplets and his brown hair is flat against his head. The shorts that are snug around his waist are also soaked. Wet fabric outlines the set of c**k and balls between his thighs.
“What are you looking at?” he asks me, smiling and very much awar
