Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

“You can’t just beat someone up for something like that. People have a right to their own opinions, and you can’t hit them just because you don’t like what they do or say.”

“Some motherfuckers seemed to be of the opinion that you should be fucked against your will. Do they have that right, too?”

“No, of course not.”

“I would have fucked this Andrew up,” I reiterated.

“It’s not the same thing.”

“It is as far as I’m concerned,” I grumbled. “He did something you didn’t want and screwed up what could have been a good thing for you.”

“And if he hadn’t, maybe I wouldn’t be here now.”

When she put it to me like that, all my arguments went out the window, so we lay on the sand in silence for a while. The sky was starting to brighten and bring in a new day, but I didn’t really feel like moving from where I was. I had way too many thoughts going through my head at once – the remnants of the dream, Raine’s date getting fucked up by her douche bag ex, being compared to the fucking dog again – and I couldn’t seem to make them stop. I wished I had something I should be working on so I had a reason to get up and do something. However, lying with Raine just felt too good, so I stayed where I was as the sun rose, and Raine kept stroking her fingers through my hair.

“What do you miss the most?” Raine finally asked. “I mean, from the real world?”

I snickered at her, wondering if she thought this was actually some kind of fantasy.

“Booze, smokes with nicotine, and fucking huge Chicago-style pizzas,” I replied after a moment. “What about you?”

“Showers.” I felt her nod her head. “A nice, hot shower would feel really, really good.”

“Yeah, that does sound nice.” I thought about showering with Raine and almost forgot to ask her about anything else. “So, is that it?”

“No…I miss sleeping with a pillow, too.”

“I still sleep with pillows,” I murmured softly.

“You use me as a pillow; that’s not the same.”

“It works for me,” I said.

“I’ve noticed!” She giggled and went back to stroking my hair again. A minute later she let out a genuine laugh. “I miss underwear as well!”

“You have mine,” I reminded her. “If you ask me, that’s almost as sexy as it would be if you were wearing a thong or something.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Seeing you in my boxers makes me want to rip them off you and fuck you in the sand.”

“You’ve done that.”

“True.”

“You’ve done that when I was wearing my own shorts as well,” she reminded me, as if I needed reminding, “and when I wasn’t wearing anything.”

“Well, no shit!” I laughed. “What can I say? I’m a horny motherfucker, and you’re beautiful in anything and nothing.”

“You are a little insatiable,” Raine agreed.

“Are you complaining?” I asked and then immediately realized I did not want to know the answer. Fuck, I never should have asked the question.

“Not at all.”

Thank God. If she had said anything else, I would have toned it down for her sake. It would have been okay, but she was so fucking beautiful, and I couldn’t help but want her all the time. I loved being here where I could take her whenever I wanted, and was thrilled she didn’t seem to mind. I hoped she enjoyed it, too, but I had gotten lucky with the answer to my last question. I didn’t want to push my luck by asking another.

“Are you getting hungry?” Raine finally asked.