Chapter 133

“Hey.”

Wilbur had been on the bank. Patrick was in the water.

“Isn’t it cold?” I asked.

“Surprisingly tolerable, once the shock wears off.”

“Your teeth are chattering,” I pointed out.

Patrick stood. He was naked, and the sight of him was stunning. A plethora of red hair covered his thick, muscular form. Every step he took toward me had something flexing, bulging, or swinging back and forth. His nipples had me believing the water was frigid. Other parts of his body made me wonder. “Want to come in?” He held out his hand.

“Do it,” Jefferson said.

Patrick was still standing there in front of me, not even trying to cover himself. “Look,” he said after a bit.

“Oh, I’m looking.”

Boy, was I smooth.

“We have a lake.” He stated the obvious. “Come on.”

“Do it.” I felt Jefferson nudge me.

It took a moment or two, but finally, “Why not?” I set down Wilbur, and then kicked off my shoes.

Jefferson told me not to be afraid.