Page 57 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

“I don’t know,” I lied.

I knew exactly what was happening to us.

We were coming to an end.

Cash and I would go home to Montana. I’d return to being an honorary member of the Greer family, working at the resort and living my life. But my friendship with Cash would never look the same.

This was the end.

“Talk to me.” He crossed the room and put his hands on my shoulders.

There was nothing to say and if we only had a fraction of time left, I didn’t want to spend it fighting.

I rose on my toes, letting my hands slide up his chest until my fingertips found their way into the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled him to me and brushed my lips against his.

Cash didn’t hesitate. His arms banded around my back, crushing me against his strong body, and he fused his lips to mine. Teeth nipped. Tongues tangled. Heartbeats thundered.

I yanked and pulled at Cash’s shirt, working frantically to get the buttons undone. He reached between us and loosened his belt, letting it fall free as the scrape of his zipper sounded past the blood rushing in my ears.

With his jeans open, I reached beneath the elastic of his boxers, finding his swollen shaft and wrapping it in my fist. Cash groaned into my mouth, tearing his lips away from mine as I stroked his velvety flesh.

He dove under the hem of my tee, his calloused palms rough and hungry against my skin. Cash’s hands were so large that they spanned the length of my ribs. He held me, immobile and panting, as he tore his lips away and leaned back.

The lust in his eyes was heady. Lust, for me. It was a cheap substitute for love, but my foolish heart didn’t care.

“I don’t have any more condoms,” he warned.

I gripped his shaft hard, pulling him closer. I’d been on birth control for years. “I’m safe.”

“So am I.”

I stroked him again, this time adding a single nod.

Cash dragged his shirt off his body, then crowded me, his lips recapturing mine. His height forced me to bend backward, so far that if not for his firm hold, I would have dropped to the floor.

I clung to him, letting go of his throbbing cock to clutch his shoulders as he swept me into his arms and walked us to the bed, not once breaking from my lips.

He set me on the mattress but before he could trap me underneath his body, I twisted, shifting to push his body into the soft sheets instead. Cash went willingly to his back, giving me a wicked grin as I straddled his waist and whipped my shirt off my torso. My fingers fumbled to unclasp my bra.

The pulse in my core ached, desperate for him to be inside. I worked the buttons of my jeans free, leaning forward to shimmy them and my lace panties off my hips while Cash shoved at his jeans and boxers. The moment the denim was on the floor, Cash’s hands palmed my bare ass, kneading and working their way toward my wet center from behind.

I straddled Cash’s waist, my hands sliding up the hard ridges of his stomach to the dusting of hair between his pecs.

His hands came up to cup my breasts. “Damn, you are gorgeous.”

I covered his hands with mine, letting my head loll to the side and my eyes close as he squeezed, his thumbs toying with my pebbled nipples. His scent surrounded me, the cologne he’d put on this morning and his own natural, masculine spice.

Cash slipped one hand free and I let my own fingers pinch the nipple in his absence. I opened my eyes to take him in, and the hunger in his eyes, the desire, made me tremble.

He dragged a fing

er through my slippery folds, barely grazing my clit before bringing his finger to his mouth to lick my juices. “So sweet.”

My core spasmed and I forgot about torturing my own nipple and reached between us, taking his cock in my hand at the same time I lined my entrance up with the tip and sank down.

“Oh God,” I gasped, savoring the stretch and feel of his bare erection filling me. I spread my thighs wider, taking him as deeply as possible, rolling my hips to grind my clit against the hard root of his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.” He arched his neck into the pillow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed and sucked in a jagged breath. Cash’s hands came to my hips, picking me up like I weighed nothing, before dropping me back down, connecting us again.