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Nope.
I wasn’t letting my mind go there.
So, instead, I listened to Raff and followed his finger as it traced constellations in the sky.
Eventually, a lifetime of working too hard caught up with me, and I passed out.
CHAPTER NINE
Raff
I knew traveling with Lula would come with some… complications for me.
I hadn’t been prepared for how often my cock would get half (or fully) hard around her.
And that swimsuit? That might have been a miscalculation on my part. Was it the exact kind she would like? Absolutely. But it was semi see-through when it was wet. And did very little to hide her curves when she passed out and climbed me like a damn tree.
I didn’t dare move an inch the whole time I lay awake, afraid that one brush of my fucking pants against my cock would cause the embarrassing situation I’d warned Lula about when I’d wrapped her up in a towel.
Eventually, though, with the quiet of the desert and the soft curve of a woman around me, I passed out too.
Only to wake up just as she was stirring… and realizing what she’d done in her sleep.
Her whole body went stiff as she tried to slowly inch away from me.
My arm was already around her, so I just tightened it down.
“I was thinking French toast for breakfast, you?”
Her body jolted at the sound of my voice, but she said nothing.
“Or are you more of an eggs and avocado kind of person?” When she still didn’t say anything, I went on, “Please don’t tell me you’re a smoothie or overnight chia pudding person. Because that’s simply not going to work for me.”
That got a little chuckle out of her.
“At my heart, I’m a pancakes-slathered-in -butter-and-syrup-with-a-side-of-hash-browns person who forces myself to eat eggs and avocado on whole wheat toast.”
“Pancakes and hash browns it is.”
I released her, and she was quick to whip around and sit off the edge of the bed, her hands busy—likely shoving her tits back into the bathing suit cups.
I folded up, trying to reason with my cock that was at full mast already.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, getting to her feet.
Unfortunately for me, that just gave me the perfect view of her round ass as she walked away.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hanging my head.
I waited until I heard the bathroom door close and the water turn on before I got up and made my way to my own room, taking my own shower and the matter into my own hands.
It was no use.
Being around Lula in such close quarters was like a constant dose of desire. But when I cleaned up my room and met her in the common room, at least I wasn’t walking funny anymore.
“I cleaned everything up in my room and the common spaces,” Lula told me.
She was dressed for the heat in one of those one-pieces that looked like a dress but had built-in shorts hidden underneath, ina bright yellow color that did some amazing things to contrast her skin.
