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And soon I hear something new.

It’s soft, muffled, barely noticeable. But it’s something.

A weird, rhythmic slapping sound.

What the hell?

I blink and keep listening. It’s coming from the bathroom, and the closed door is keeping me from hearing it well.

But it’s something...

My eyes pop open wide as I realize what he’s doing in there.

Of course I know what he’s doing.

He was really aroused in bed. Now he’s taking care of it.

My own arousal twists and heats up as I imagine him in the bathroom, try to picture his face as he jerks off.

This is private. I shouldn’t be hearing it.

But I can’t help it.

And it’s making my body feel even more.

Without thinking, I slip a hand down under the waistband of my leggings until I can reach my clit. I rub it in fast, hard circles, hiding my heavy breathing in a pillow.

I can hear Travis. He’s still working away in there.

And so am I.

I haven’t quite gotten there when I hear a low, hoarse sound between a gasp and a moan. The slapping stops.

I go at it fast and hard so I can come before he walks back into the room.

My climax comes in a fast, hot rush, and I gasp into the pillow as my body relaxes.

I made it just in time. I hear the bathroom door opening.

My body is warm and relaxed from my orgasm, and I hide my face so he won’t be able to see how flushed I am. I can hear him moving around, collecting trash and reorganizing our supplies. Then I hear fabric rustling. He must be changing out of his sweats.

After a few minutes, I feel his hand on my shoulder.

“Layne. Layne. It’s mornin’.”

I make a snuffling sound and roll over to open my eyes. “Oh. Morning. Hi.”

“Hi.” He’s not smiling, but that’s normal.

He looks sober. Composed and natural. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have the slightest clue what he just did in the bathroom.

He’s not going to know what I did under the covers either.

We’re always quiet in the morning, so everything is normal as I get up and change into my clothes and the clean underwear I took from the house yesterday. We split a can of fruit cocktail—Travis gives me all the cherries—and then we go outside to relieve ourselves and pack up.

We check a couple of houses nearby until we find a car with gas and top off the Jeep and our gasoline container.

Then we’re off.

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