Page 69 of Hawaii Can Suck It

MWAAARP! MWAAARP! MWAAARP!

Holy shit!The earth-shattering blare of sirens is terrifying.WTF?I bolt upright, heart hammering, expecting a SWAT team to burst through the balcony windows.

I whip my head toward Cam’s side of the bed, ready for a full-blown emergency, but—

She’s asleep.

Completely unfazed, soft breaths escaping her lips, curled up like a content kitten.

MWAAARP! MWAAARP! MWAAARP!

“Cam,” I whisper. “Hey. Your alarm. It’s time to get up.”

Nothing.

“We have to be in the lobby in forty-five minutes.”

She doesn’t so much as twitch.

Touching her seems like a death wish, given her history of sleep violence. Instead, I carefully stretch over her to silence the phone, trying to ignore her coconut scent that’s a direct hit to my morning wood.

The second my finger hits snooze and the noise stops—

“¡MIERDA! I’M GONNA BE LATE!”

Cam explodes awake as if she’s been launched out of a cannon, shooting upright.

CRACK!

Our skulls collide at full force.

A shockwave of pain detonates in my forehead.

I yelp, instinctively jerking backward, still wrapped in my protective blanket burrito. I’m a human log rolling off the mattress then hitting the floor face first.THUD. What’s worse, my dick breaks my fall.

“Fuck!”

“Oh shit, Reece!”

I roll over on the ground, staring up. Her face appears over the side of the bed, hair wild and eyes wide with concern. She’d be adorable if my skull wasn’t busy exploring new dimensions of pain(along with my hopefully not broken dick).

“So we’re clear,” I groan, “if we ever film a Morning Routine with Cam video, I’m getting hazard pay. You’re a one-woman workplace safety violation.”

“Do you need help?” she asks, rubbing her head and biting back a grin.

“No. My balls think you’ve done enough.” I shift, wincing as my two favorite body parts check in with complaints. “I need to lie here and try to understand how my life choices got me to this moment.”

“Don’t be a baby,” she says with sympathetic eyes, and I’ve already forgiven her. “Besides, according to my artistic interpretation yesterday, there’s not much down there to damage. Moregolf pencilthan a 1-wood driver, if you ask me.”

I shoot her my best death glare. “You’re way too chipper for someone who just committed assault and battery.”

She grins and for a second, my eyes soak up those fantastic gravity-defying breasts spilling out of her top, and all is right with the world.

I look back up and her gaze has changed—the teasing amusement replaced with something smoky and electric. The air goes taut(same, buddy), my body tensing with the urge to move—to brush my mouth over hers, to swallow whatever breathy moans she’d make when I press her back into the mattress and devour her whole.

To tease her with the heavy, aching length of my cock, feel her squirm against me, gasping, needy, desperate for—

She licks her lips then quickly sits up, breaking the charged moment.

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