Chapter 8
Tezla woke the next morning to the sound of birdsong and an overwhelming pressure in her bladder.
She blinked her eyes open. The sun must have risen, because the tent was filled with a pale light. It shone on the faces of her two companions, tangled in a warm, loving heap. Last night was a happy memory. A lingering warmth in her groin attested to just how happy a memory.
And the scent in the tent enticed her to try it again. It absolutely reeked of s*x and lust and lovemaking. As an experiment, she lifted the blanket. As she suspected, Ash was sporting a fat, friendly erection. For a moment, she was tempted to bend down and take it in her mouth, to pleasure him in gratitude for his gentle attention to her the night before.
No.
Drawing the ragged remnants of her self-control
