Page 49 of Wild Highway (Runaway 2)

Too distracted by the sight of his cock, I nearly dropped the condom. He snatched it from me before it fell from my fingers and put the foil between his teeth to rip it open and sheath himself.

Then I was up, his hands lifting me in the air with a swift bounce before he spread my legs wide and thrust inside.

“Ah,” I gasped, stretching around him as he fell forward, cursing and groaning into my neck. “Move.”

He shook his head.

“East, move.” I dug my nails into his back, clawing through his shirt. That earned me a nip on my jaw as he slid out only to push inside again, this time going even deeper.

My entire body shivered.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I hummed my agreement as he slid in and out once more.

We moved in tandem, his hips rolling forward as I leveraged the wall to meet his strokes. The sound of slapping skin and labored breathing filled the room. He kept his eyes locked on mine, that intense gaze boring into mine with every move. Easton held me captive, pinned and at his mercy.

The build of my second orgasm was slower than the first, but it didn’t take Easton long to bring me to the breaking point. Sparks pooled and I felt—I felt everything—as I toppled over the edge. The explosion was devastating. He shattered me completely, leaving me in tiny pieces that would never fit together in the same way again.

“Christ, Gem,” he whispered, leaning into me as I clenched around him, pulse after endless pulse, until he moaned into my ear and shuddered with his own release.

I collapsed into him as we both came down, my arms limp and boneless as I gave him my weight. My ponytail had come loose and my hair was draped around us. My ankles were locked around his back and my cashmere sweater was likely ruined from this encounter with a log wall.

Much like with my French lace panties, I couldn’t find the energy to care.

With a kiss to my temple, Easton eased me to my feet, holding my elbow as I found my balance. “Good?”

I nodded and shoved my hair out of my face. “I’m good.”

“Be back.” He pulled his jeans up to cover his ass, the zipper and the belt hanging loose, as he disappeared down the hallway to the bathroom.

I blinked away the fog and searched for my jeans. I stepped into them and had them buttoned as he emerged.

Jeans zipped. Belt fastened. Shirt tucked.

His eyes flickered between me and the door.

“So . . .” I picked up the scrap of fabric formerly known as my underwear.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted, raking a hand through the hair I’d tousled at some point. “The after.”

The after? Oh. After a hookup. Right.

“Then let’s skip it. Goodnight, Easton.”

He sighed and walked toward the door, hesitating for a moment like he was going to come over and kiss me. But he didn’t. He twisted the knob, tipped his chin and said, “Goodnight, Gemma.”

* * *

“Hey.” I knocked on Katherine’s open office door.

“Hey. Are you done for today?”

“Yep.” I took my usual chair, the one I sat in every afternoon at this time. “My relief has arrived.”

Annabeth had hired a local high school girl to work the desk after school each evening. It was a great hire for the long-term resort staff. For me, it meant that after four o’clock, I had nothing to do but go to the cabin. Alone.

“Want to have dinner?” I asked.