Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 25: Hide and Seek

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky as the team finally began to make their way out of the lake. Brooke, still feeling the lingering warmth of Dominic's touch and the thrill of their public kiss, waded through the water with a wide grin on her face. She could still hear the team's teasing cheers and laughter ringing in her ears, but none of it bothered her. If anything, it only made her feel more alive, more free.

Dominic trailed behind her, his hands brushing the water from his skin as they both headed toward the cabin, water dripping from their soaked clothes. The playful energy between them hadn't faded, and Brooke caught his eye as they reached the deck, her heart fluttering when he flashed her that same charming smile.

As they reached the cabin's entrance, the other team members were already heading inside, laughing and shoving each other as they made their way toward the bedrooms. "First come, first served!" Easton called out, leading the charge as everyone rushed to claim a bed for the weekend.

Brooke shot a glance at Dominic, and they both exchanged an amused look before following the crowd inside. The large cabin, with its rustic wooden beams and cozy mountain charm, felt warm and inviting after the cold lake. The excitement of the day still hung in the air as people filed into the hallways, their voices echoing as they staked their claims on the rooms.

By the time Brooke and Dominic finally made it into the cabin, most of the rooms had already been claimed. Brooke wandered down the hallway, her hand brushing against the smooth wood of the banister as she peeked into the rooms one by one. Each time, she found someone else unpacking their bags or flopping down on the bed with a triumphant grin.

She turned to Dominic, raising an eyebrow. "Guess we're a little late to the party," she teased, glancing toward the last door at the end of the hall.

Dominic chuckled, his wet hair tousled from the swim. "Looks like everyone beat us to it," he said with a shrug, clearly unconcerned. He pushed the last door open and stepped inside, Brooke following close behind.

The room was cozy, with large windows that overlooked the shimmering lake outside and the towering pines beyond. But there was one problem—it only had one bed. A large, inviting bed, but still just one. Brooke's eyes widened for a second, her heart giving an unexpected flutter as she took in the sight.

Dominic glanced over at her, the same realization dawning on him as he looked between the bed and Brooke. His lips quirked into a smile. "Looks like we're sharing," he said, his voice casual, though Brooke could sense the underlying tension in his words.

Brooke's playful smirk returned as she tossed her damp towel onto a nearby chair. "I mean, it's not like we haven't been close all day," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. She felt a thrill run through her at the thought of sharing the bed with Dominic, the intimacy of the situation making her pulse quicken.

"True," Dominic replied, his grin widening as he stepped closer to the bed. "I guess we'll have to make it work."

Brooke barely had time to slip into the bathroom to change into some clothes again, throwing on a white tee and jean shorts, before Easton's voice called from downstairs, and soon the team began to gather in the spacious living room. Fire crackled in the massive stone fireplace in the corner and wooden beams stretching across the ceiling. Brooke and Dominic were among the last to join the group, their clothes still drying from the lake, though the playful energy between them was far from fading.

Easton, always the ringleader of the group, stood at the center of the room with a mischievous grin on his face. In front of him, lined up neatly on the coffee table, were several small glasses filled with clear liquid—shots of tequila, the smell sharp and unmistakable. He raised his hands to quiet everyone down, his voice booming with excitement. "Alright, everyone, gather 'round. It's time to kick off the night with a little tradition."