When he reached the rocky outcropping of Winchester Point, Blake cut the motor and drifted to a stop near a group of birch saplings growing from a crag in the boulders, using the young trees to tie off the boat. He slung the duffel over his shoulder and climbed out, Bear scrambling along behind him. Crossing to the center of the sloping granite slab, he turned to look back towards the lodge.
All seemed quiet, and he smiled to himself thinking of Shastas reaction to his nap directive. He was pleased that she challenged him. Easy acquiescence would have been disappointing; he wasnt looking for a doormat. He wanted a strong woman who chose to give him her submission.
His stomach fluttered as he pictured her red head at his feet. At the thoughts of his plans for the evening, his cock twitched. Were going to play tonight, kitten.