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With that, he swaggered on out of the room. Him and his stupid little Marvin the Martian tattoo and good intentions.
I showered and changed… then slept like a baby for the first time in weeks.
CHAPTER SIX
Raff
“Good morning to you too,” I said as a giant tongue licked the side of my face. “I’d like to say my mornings typically involve less tongue, but that would be a lie. Though their breath rarely smells like fish. The fuck did you eat this morning, Mack?” I asked the block-headed Rottie who stood next to the couch.
I’d been kicked out of my bedroom by Hail, who’d decided to occupy it with four new female friends of his. Never mind that there were empty rooms. He claimed mine had the better vibes or some shit. Considering I rarely got a chance to use the room myself and wasn’t feeling up to company, I didn’t really care. So long as he washed the sheets.
I’d taken myself down to the empty common room with my laptop to do some digging on this fake Drake fuck. Guess I passed out at some point.
“Oh, no, that’s not—” I objected as the giant dog hauled himself up onto the couch. Which meant onto me.
“Mack, down,” Dylan, his mom, said, snapping as she passed me. The dog sighed but followed orders. “Where’s your usualpile of women-blankets to keep you warm?” she asked as I sat up.
“Keeping Hail warm, I think.”
I glanced over at the window, seeing the bright morning sun streaming in. Cat was perched on his tree, soaking up some rays.
“You’re up early.”
“The dogs were antsy for a walk. And someone needed to let the chickens out. Coffee?” she asked, waving to the pot.
“God, yeah.”
It wasn’t a late night partying for me. Once Hail, Saint, and Syn went to their rooms with their respective companions for the night, I maybe researched for an hour before crashing. But there’d been a fair amount of drinking before that.
“Alright, so I have to ask,” Dylan said as she leaned back against the counter, cradling a mug in her hands.
“Ask away,” I said as I poured a mug for myself.
“Whydid you let Hail have all the women? I’ve never known you to go to bed alone.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I go to bed alone all the time.”
“On the road, maybe. Never here.”
She wasn’t wrong.
It’d been nearly a week since I broke into Lula’s room. It’d been five days since I broke into her car and put covers on her seats while she was sleeping, making the car a lot less distinctive if someone came around the back of the motel. Three days since I took my little beater of a car in to get serviced and detailed, then outfitted with some comfort items I never thought to want for myself, but I wanted for her.
Because whether it was healthy or not, I had my heart set on a little road trip in our future.
Did Lula ever show signs of returning my interest in her? Nope. Never. But that didn’t mean I didn’t still enjoy the pleasure of her company.
And, I dunno, the promise of her company made the idea of taking anyone else to bed a hell of a lot less interesting.
“Every man needs a break sometimes.”
“From sex? Dude, maybe you need to see a doctor.”
“If I do that, he’d lecture me about this,” I said as I dumped an ungodly amount of sugar in my coffee. “Tell me I’m gonna end up with one of those fancy things you got on your arm.”
“Sugar doesn’t directly cause diabetes,” Dylan reminded me with a shrug. “But, seriously, you alright? Know the guys all care, but I figure no one else has been asking the question.”
“I’m fine. Thinking about and planning my next trip.”
