CHAPTER 22: SORE EITHER WAY (NSFW)

Mason slept like the dead. He blinked awake several hours later, a kind of panic setting in when he realized he had no watch, no safety, nothing protecting them of any kind. He’d even left a God damn fire going.

He practically leapt out of the bedroll before stalking the perimeter, finally dropping a triangle of traps around their camp as he stared out into the silent maze of trees. Apparently they’d picked a decent spot, at least.

“Is everything alright?” Haley’s voice was strained, and Mason could see the fear in her eyes even with a sliver of moonlight. In fact he could see better in the dark than he’d have expected, and tucked that knowledge away.

“It’s alright. Just making sure. But we were foolish.” Mason walked back to the bedroll, still naked, knowing he wouldn’t sleep anymore and just wait for sunrise.

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“Breakfast?”

Mason woke to the smell of cooking eggs and…was that coffee? He hadn’t intended to sleep, and groaned as he wiped his hands over his face. Then he blinked awake and rose up in his bedroll. The tub was gone, but the fire remained. Haley was standing over what looked like a grill, cooking eggs and bacon in a pan, boiling a pot of water, and setting out cups, plates, even cutlery. She was wearing her t-shirt and panties again, but her hair was done up in some kind of bun.

“That level helped a lot,” she grinned. “I think I’m going to keep getting a lot of experience until I’ve kind of matched you. What the hell level are you, anyway?”

“Ten. Where did you get new clothes? And all these tools?”

“Ten?!” The girl’s mouth hung open and Mason tried not to get turned on. “My God I’m only five! Wow, that’s amazing. Hopefully I get more experience if I keep fucking your brains out.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and Mason felt a morning erection poking at the blanket.

“About that…”

She jabbed a ladle in his direction. “No. You need your strength. And something to look forward to. Wait until tonight.”

Mason rose and stretched, grinning with masculine pride as Haley’s eyes took him in.

“I could just order you, slave.” He stepped over behind her and gripped her hair, turning her face so he could kiss her lips. When he pulled back Haley sighed and bit her lip as she scanned him again. “Of course you’re right, master. Just trying to do my job as best I can.”

“Breakfast,” he agreed. “We have a long day ahead. Did you happen to wash those ripped up shorts? They’re awful but better than nothing, unless you happen to…” He turned to find Haley standing with a rugged looking set of khaki pants, leather shoes, and a comfortable looking shirt. She raised a smug eyebrow as he took them and put them on, unsurprised to find it all a perfect fit. “I’m going to get used to this, aren’t I?” he muttered, and Haley swayed her hips as she walked past him, changing her clothes in seconds to look like a professional hiker.

She threw a rather coy glance his way before vanishing the bedroll, the pot, and everything else back to whatever mysterious realm they came from.

“Ready for my ride when you are, Master Mason.”

“Mason will be fine.” Mason couldn’t fight the grin as he turned and lowered himself down to a knee. “Until tonight,” he added as she climbed on, and nibbled his ear.

“Until tonight,” she agreed, and another wave of lust shot through him, but he fought it down. Use it in the run, Mason, he told himself, then marched towards the rising sun.

After a few minutes of walking he muttered, “Blake,” and tried to clear last night from his mind. Haley raised an eyebrow, and Mason shrugged. “Just reminding myself I’m here to save my brother, not get inside my sexy assistant.”

Haley giggled, then turned more serious. “Mason I am here to help you, not distract you. So let’s make a deal: if you get to your ocean today, you’re going to get very deep in your sexy, eager assistant. And if not, I will just fall asleep.

Mason snorted, thinking he didn’t need extra incentive to save his brother, thank you very much. But as his feet raced over the roots and fallen leaves, if he was being honest, that still sounded pretty great. So if he could get to the ocean today, well, he’d sure as hell try…

Haley laughed, and Mason glanced back with a frown.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said like only a woman could. When he just stared she rolled her eyes. “I just got some more experience.”

Mason felt his eyes narrow, realizing apparently roboGod could not only read his mind, but was also rewarding a woman he was fucking to manipulate him. He shook his head, grinning as he made a decision. “Hang on,” he called, moving up to a faster pace.

“Why? What are you doing?” Haley called between bounces. Then Mason activated spirit of the cheetah, and ran like hell.

“Shi-i-i-i-it!” she called as she clung on for dear life, and Mason couldn’t help but grin. Reach the ocean or not, he decided, she’d be sore tonight.

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