Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

Damn, if she wasn’t going to be the death of me. I was pretty confident I could survive in a life raft for quite some time, but survive Raine without my cock jumping straight out of my shorts like a divining rod? Not so sure.

“We probably should both take it,” I said. “The sea’s usually pretty calm after rain, but it could pick up tonight. Being in a raft is a lot more likely to make you sick than a ship.”

“Because it’s smaller?”

“Yeah, you feel the movement more.” I shrugged. “Seasickness has never bothered me, but it could in this piece of shit.”

I pulled out two of the tablets, and we washed them down with a small mouthful of water.

“Don’t forget to lick your lips,” I said.

Oh man, I should not have told

her to do that. Watching her run her tongue out over her full lips was just…fuck hot. I definitely wanted to run my tongue over those lips, and because I am a complete and total masochistic moron, I gave her something to eat, just so I could watch her wash it down with another mouthful of water. I had to actually turn away from her for a few minutes, pretending to screw around with the fastenings where the ladder was attached. Then I found myself wondering what her nipples would taste like. Images of little Hershey’s Kisses melted over her breasts started to taunt me.

Okay, I really, really needed to stop thinking like this. If nothing else, I already seriously pissed her off with the “blow me” comment. I didn’t think the chances of me getting my lips anywhere near any part of her body were very good.

We’re starting over, I reminded myself.

Yeah, I doubted that was going to include her forgetting that particular verbiage anytime soon. I was just going to have to find some other way to occupy my mind.

So, I started wondering what DTs were going to feel like. Why? Because, as previously stated, I was a complete and total masochistic moron. Shakes – yep, definitely going to be looking forward to that. Hot and cold flashes, heart rate fluctuations, sweating, lack of muscle control – lots of fun stuff to look forward to experiencing. Oh yeah – and the vomiting, which is the one thing that might just kill me under these circumstances.

It occurred to me that I had better teach Raine some of the more practical bits of survival knowledge she just might need if I didn’t make it.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“I want you to know how to work the water collector.”

She crawled over to the opening, and I gave her a brief overview of the gutter system, the collection tube, and bag. I showed her how to pinch it off and replace it with a new bag without losing any water and finished off the lesson with her having a good drink and me watching her lick her lips.

“I am really hot.”

I managed not to comment.

“I feel like I could drink it all, but I guess that’s probably not a good idea.”

“Yeah, that’s a really bad idea.”

“How much water are you supposed to drink?” Raine asked.

“A liter a day will keep you healthy,” I told her. “You can survive on a lot less.”

I looked over to her and took in her tiny frame.

“You’re going to stick with a full liter as long as we can afford it.”

“Why?”

“You’re too small,” I said, shaking my head, but I felt the corner of my mouth turn up a little because something about how much smaller she was than me was just…interesting, I guess. “You’ll dehydrate a lot faster.”

“Is there enough?” she asked.

“For now, yes.”

“If it doesn’t rain again?”