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I’m so lost in the moment that I have no idea how long we fuck like this. I know that I give her two orgasms before finding my own.

After we collapse in a heap, she asks, “So, how was that for some exercise?”

I laugh. “You know what? I think we should just give up running altogether and do that instead.”

twenty-six

No Fucking Way

Liz

W\hen Jack and I finally manage to pull ourselves off of each other, I figure I better head back to the inn and get started on my day. The place isn’t going to run itself.

Well, it probably could run itself—especially with hardly any guests there.

But still.

Once I have all my clothes on, I walk over to Jack who has his back to me. A giant scar on his right shoulder gets my attention. With his tattoos, it isn’t super noticeable unless I’m right up on it. I take my finger and trace over the raised skin, making him instantly tense up.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Old battle wounds,” he says, turning around so that I can’t see it anymore.

I’m sure there’s a story there, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to talk about it. So, for now, I’ll let it go.

I still find it hard to believe that I stayed the night with him last night. Who knew the two of us would have so much chemistry under all of our animosity? After the fun we had last night and feeling his hard cock pressing into me this morning, I knew I had to take another ride on that train.

Literally.

And it was just as good as the first time.

I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but I don’t want to seem too eager. Thankfully, he reads my mind.

“When can I see you again?” He asks, taking my face in his hands.

“When do you want to see me again?”

“Well, as much as I would love to say tonight, I’m on call. So how about tomorrow?”

I smile at him. “Sounds good.”

He leans down to give me a soft kiss. Without thinking about it, I pull him closer and deepen it.

Just for a second.

When I pull away, he says, “You know, I really don’t want to go work with a boner.”

“Now, you can think about me,” I tease.

“Oh, Liz, I’m going to be doing that anyway.”

I manage to pull myself away and head downstairs. Apparently, I don’t realize how early everyone at the auto shop comes to work because I’m greeted by my brother at the bottom of the stairs.

We both look at each other with wide eyes.

“Good morning, Dylan,” I greet and try to walk away without anything further.

I should know better.

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