Page 36 of The Spice Is Nice

“Yeah?” He arched a brow. “As long as that someone is me, I could wait for you to catch up.”

I held back everything I wanted to say, every hope that this time could be different. Instead, I kissed him, deep, sexy, aching yet again for him to be inside of me. As if I wasn’t already worn almost raw, body swollen and satisfied, but still in need of more, like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I reached down between us, gasping for air, finding him hard again.

“Need round three, wild woman?” His smile smoldered at me. Only our phones started pinging like crazy. The cell service on the mountain must have suddenly turned back on.

We both reached for them. His was probably like mine, with dozens of texts from my sisters and Knox and Ash, all checking on us when the authorities found the truck downstream this morning.

“We should let them know we’re alive and where we are,” Colt said, his voice coming back under control, the real world crashing into our cozy shelter. I’d never forget this cabin. Whoever owned it would never know the thingswe experienced together here, but every time I passed it on the road, I would.

His thumbs worked fast, sending out messages. “I’m asking Knox to come get us.”

“Okay. But can we shower together before he gets here?” A sultry smile spread across my face. “And by shower I mean be together one more time before we clean up.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” He sent the messages, tossed his phone aside, and took mine and tossed it too. “Hold on tight.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his middle, locking my ankles at his back. So strong, he lifted me up with him, carrying me to the shower. He started the water, getting it nice and warm, before putting us under the stream. My back hit the wall, and his cock found its way inside of me like it knew the way home.

We moved together in unison like that, staring, lost deeply in each other’s eyes, saying nothing, but every movement worth a thousand words. By the time we finished together, I couldn’t see anything in my future but him.

I thought last night, when we were run off the road, it was the scariest thing that could happen. I was wrong. Needing him this much put me in the most vulnerable position ever.

As we dressed, I remained lost in my thoughts. We put the cabin back the way we’d found it as best we could. I put the linens in a trash bag to wash them. Colt would return in a few days to fix the lock and put those items back in place.

“What the hell happened? Because your story that you lost control of the truck in a rainstorm is a little fishy,” Knox demanded to know after he picked us up. The seatof his truck was a bench one, so I sat in the middle between the men.

Colt and I had talked about it before Knox arrived, and, as far as Ash and my sisters knew, Colt’s truck had swerved during the storm, landing us in the river. But Colt wanted to confide in Knox that he suspected it might have been Seth’s SUV.

“He hit us pretty hard. No way his car could come away from that without a few scratches, maybe a dent or two,” Colt surmised. “In fact, just up here is where we swerved off the road. Pull over. Let’s see if there’re tracks.”

We got out and inspected the road. Sure enough, our set of tires left marks, veering off toward the river. And another set of prints showed signs of skidding to a stop beside them, like whoever did this stopped and watched briefly to make sure we weren’t getting out. A chill ran through me as Colt took photos from all angles.

Back on the drive, my mind raced. “It had to be Seth.”

“Let’s drive by the motel and find out,” Colt suggested. “If the SUV is there, we can have a good look at it and see.”

“Perfect. I’m in the mood for a dangerous mission today,” Knox snickered and steered his truck to the motel. There, he drove crawled by. Someone had parked the black SUV conveniently by the road, making it easier to see. On the first pass, we saw nothing. Knox flipped a U-turn about a half mile away and took a second pass, slower. As far as we could tell, not a ding was on the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Dammit. I should have thought to get a license plate.” Colt shook his head.

“It all happened so fast. I’m sure your primary worry was keeping us safe.” I squeezed his knee.

“Maybe he didn’t hit as hard as you thought,” Knox said.

“He did. We didn’t imagine it.” I huffed.

“I’m sure there are other black SUVs in the county. Can you go to the Sheriff about this?” Knox asked.

“It’s best to keep this between us for now.” Colt laced our fingers together.

“I’m worried that going to Sheriff Patrick could trigger a backlash from Seth. The last thing I want is for me or my sisters to be in danger,” I explained.

“That’s the last thing I’d want, too,” Knox clipped.

“Let’s just keep our eyes open around town for another car like that,” Colt said.

Knox was about to take the turnoff for the Wylde family home, but I quickly gave him other directions. “Take me to the shop, Knox. I’ll stay in the little apartment above it this week. If Seth or anyone is after me, at least it’ll keep my sisters out of trouble.”

“What’ll keepyouout of trouble?” Colt peered down at me, brow furrowed. Was it crazy that I liked how possessive and protective he could be?