Page 51 of His Road Dog

It took several minutes for her to gain her breath and her muscles to slowly relax. She had never orgasmed that hard before.

"I don't think I can move," she said.

That was the most intense thing she'd ever done, and he was right there with her. She inhaled deeply, her body still trembling. The rush left her weak, yet strong.

"I don't even know what to say about that," she whispered. "That was...it was...I just don't know."

"It's us," he whispered back, kissing the top of her head. "It's us."

"Yeah." She exhaled loudly.

That's what she wanted from him. She needed proof that what he gave her was only hers. She wouldn't want him to share that with anyone else.

He rubbed his hands down her sides to her butt and squeezed. "You're going to have to get up. We've got a lot to do."

She lifted her head and looked at him. He seemed no more eager to get off the floor than her.

"What do you have to do?"

"Not me. You." He slapped her butt.

She startled, pushing off him. "I have to go back to the motel?"

That morning, she'd woken up alone. He'd been gone, but the note he'd left asked her to stick around. She'd hoped they'd spend the day together at his house.

"We need to get your stuff from the motel room. Then, I need to borrow a car from one of the Tarkio members so that you can get the hell out of Missoula."

She slid off him and sat up on her knees. "What?"

"You're leaving town. Sooner rather than later." He sat up and got to his feet.

She stared as he walked back out to the deck. Through the window, he picked up his leather vest. Not understanding what had happened, she couldn't even move to go after him.

Was what they had together so completely off the rail that he wanted her gone completely from his life?

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