Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

I pulled back, confused, and looked at her eyes. The fear and excitement I had seen before was gone, replaced by fear alone. Shit, she almost looked like she was going to cry.

It occurred to me what a total fucking moron I was, going at her like this. She wasn’t some whore I had just picked up in a bar and offered a wad of cash to calm me and satisfy my need for releasing somewhere other than into my hand. She had just put up with me acting like a total dick towards her, calling her every name in the book, fucking hitting her, and here I was thinking she might actually want me to screw her.

What an ass.

I pushed off of her and rolled onto my back, tossing my arm over my forehead and trying to force my rapid breathing into something more regulated. My dick wasn’t best pleased at the whole change in position and complained painfully to me.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Here was where socially acceptable people would apologize for acting in such a way, but I didn’t because I don’t. Apologies are useless, so I never offered them. It wouldn’t change anything, so I just lay there with my eyes closed, willing my cock to deflate and stop being such a fucking nuisance.

“I’m sorry,” I heard her say, which made me laugh.

“What are you sorry for?” I snorted. She didn’t answer

, so I didn’t ask again. Instead, I concentrated on thinking about anything other than her body, or the way her lips felt against mine, or the taste of her skin, or my dick trying to leap out of my shorts.

About ten minutes after forever, I sat up and glanced over at her. She was just laying there with silent tears staining her face, not looking in my direction.

What an ass.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” I said, glancing at my watch. If I acted like nothing had happened, maybe she would just forget the whole thing. I moved over to the bag with the rations and tore one of the carb bars in half before I tossed it over to her. It landed just next to her hip. “You need to drink, too.”

She sat up, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and taking the cup I offered without saying a word. She wouldn’t look me in the eye, either, which sucked because I rather liked her eyes. She drank her water and ate in silence.

Shit.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” I said, trying to at least not let her think I was pissed off at anyone other than myself. “I just got a little carried away.”

“You just…surprised me,” she finally said. “I didn’t think you would…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but she really didn’t need to.

“I never lost my horny teenage tendencies,” I said with a shrug. At least there was no longer a really visible bulge hanging out in my pants. She looked like she thought I was going to try something again, so I moved over to the raft opening and looked out over the water with the binoculars just to give myself something innocuous to do.

Water.

Again.

There also weren’t much more than a couple of little fluffy clouds visible, which meant rain wasn’t very likely anytime soon. I looked over the water supply and figured we were still good for three more days. Now would probably be a good time to get something other than the ration bars into our systems, but I would have to wait until nightfall.

I started digging through the rest of the survival kit and came up with some line and hooks for fishing which probably weren’t going to be a lot of use here. If we found land, I could use them, but not on a raft. I put them back in their sealed pouch and looked over the small knife that was also there. It wasn’t very big, but it might be useful if I didn’t already have a better one. Of course, I could lose that one in the water, which would suck. I took the little one out and tested the blade on the side of my thumb. At least it was sharp.

“What are you doing?” Raine asked.

“Waiting for night,” I replied. It was a stupid response, but I didn’t feel much like talking.

“Are you going to stab me in my sleep?” she said, and I looked up quickly to determine if she was joking or not. I couldn’t tell by her expression. She just looked…resigned. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.

“Of course not,” I growled. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“How would I know?” She shrugged and rolled the empty cup back over towards me and the kits. Obviously, she didn’t even want to move closer to me, but I couldn’t really blame her for that. “Why do you do anything you do?”

“Because I’m a selfish bastard, usually,” I said, “but killing you off wouldn’t really benefit me. Besides, I’d never kill someone when they were sleeping. That’s just against the rules.”

“What rules?”

“Rules of combat.”