Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,28
surrounded by trees and jagged mountains beyond that.
I turned the boat off and let it idle, and she crawled over, carefully balancing, to sit across from me. She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. “We’ll have to make up for the lost time tonight.
Shit. I’d been so tired last night, I’d forgotten to warn her about my nightmares.
A line crossed her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“If I move around in my sleep, just get away from me, okay? Don’t get in my face, or grab my arms.”
Now her upturned lips flattened out. “Why?”
“I’m trained to react. If I’m not fully awake, my body may perceive any touch as a threat. I don’t want to tackle you.”
That was not a very accurate description of what my reaction would be. Tackling would be a nice outcome.
I’d probably break someone’s arm or put him or her in a choke hold. For that very reason I was keeping my rifle unloaded. My handgun would be loaded, but I’d have the safety on and it would be zipped up into the bottom compartment of my backpack. It was accessible, but not if I was completely asleep.
She didn’t ask anymore questions. She just moved to sit next to me, cuddling closer and laid her head on my shoulder. “I won’t grab you if you’re asleep.”
After a full day in the sun, maybe I’d sleep well tonight. A dreamless sleep next to Loren was just what I needed.
Chapter Twelve
Loren
Yesterday I’d been slow to wake up, but today I was determined to be the early bird and get up before Jackson. So as soon as the first ray of weak sunlight filtered through the trees, I opened my eyes. I forced myself to sit up instead of rolling over and ignoring the sun, which is what I’d done the day before.
It was hard to leave the warm nest where Jackson and I had slept snuggled together. We had one more night together, and tomorrow I intended to lie next to him as long as I could, treasuring the feel of his muscular body pressed up against mine.
After the day long fishing trip, we’d both been exhausted. We made out for a while, and Jackson had shown me how to give him a really great handjob, which was also a first for me. Then he’d rubbed his fingers over my clit with one hand, and penetrated me with the fingers from his other hand, fucking me with his fingers until I was incoherent with lust.
I’d come riding his fingers and I’d fallen asleep. But now I was up, and I wanted to show Jackson I could be just as productive and resourceful as he was. Out in the open air, I shivered, even with my thick hoodie on. It had to be around forty-five or fifty degrees. I checked my phone. Five-thirty a.m.
First I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I ran around grabbing the same kind of sticks and kindling that Jackson had. I got a fire going, and I grabbed the zippered bag from inside the tent that contained our food. I chose a package of dehydrated biscuits and gravy and set to work.
Once they were ready, I grabbed the side of the tent and shook it. “Up and at ‘em!”
Jackson groaned. “What the hell?”
“It’s after six a.m. And today’s my last full day. We have to make the most of it.”
He emerged from the tent, looking hotter than ever as he ran his hand through his dark hair. “Loren. You’re not going to prison. You can come back.”
“But you won’t be here.” I said. I was the one with the flexible schedule. Over the next year I was going to try to build my business, and accept every wedding contract that came my way. But if I did need some time off, I could schedule it whenever I wanted. He would go where he was needed, and it wouldn’t matter if he needed the time off or not.
He didn’t respond, but he did wander into the woods for a minute. He came back and showered with tepid water and brushed his teeth.
We ate in a comfortable silence. As we put out the fire and rinsed our pan off he asked, “How do you feel about some survival skills today?”
“I’ve already learned to maneuver a fishing boat, fish for salmon and trout, hike, and camp without campground amenities. So yes. I’m up for it.”
“Good. I mentioned situational awareness. I need to teach you to be