Page 41 of Thornhill Road

“That’s it, baby—fuckin’ come for me,” he growled as I continued to moan.

I was still trembling when his body locked up around mine, his arm across my chest plastering me against his as he came, bucking his hips in short, hard spurts until he was spent.

Heaven.

Or so I thought, until he pulled out of me, flipped me on my back, and sealed his lips with mine. He kissed me greedily, and I reached up and sank all my fingers in his hair as his body lay heavy between my legs.

Thatwas heaven, too.

I was dazed when he broke our kiss. Lazily, I opened my eyes in search of his.

Hazel-blue stared down at me as he said, “Be right back.”

I nodded, missing the weight of him just as soon as I’d lost it.

I watched him walk out of my bedroom, headed for the bathroom, completely naked. When I heard the soft click of the door shutting behind him, I moved to crawl between the sheets. I closed my eyes, meaning only to relax and enjoy the aftereffects of what we’d just done.

But I didn’t hear it when Mustang came back, sleep having pulled me under.

My alarm clock sounded,and I jolted upright.

I was immediately aware of two things.

First, I was still naked.

Second, I had slept soundly.Again.

I reached for my phone, silenced the alarm, then held my breath as I looked to see if I’d slept through any emergencies. When I found only a text from Jenna, I sighed and fell back against my pillow.

I’d never missed a call in the middle of the night before. I kept my ringer really loud. Still, I couldn’t help but to feel paranoid anytime I woke up feeling certain I’d slept hard. It wasn’t until I was assured no one had suffered while I slept that I could luxuriate in my state of well rested-ness.

Then I remembered I was naked.

I jolted upright again, this time reaching for the lamp on my nightstand.

The warm, golden glow of the light splashed around my room, and I saw no traces of Mustang. This didn’t come as a shock. It was four in the morning. I’d fallen asleep right after sex, whichmeant the summer sun hadn’t even begun to set as I drifted into dreamland.

Of course, he’d left.

It wasn’t disappointment I felt. It was better that he had gone. I needed the space to think.

Except, with him gone, I had no idea when I’d see him again or what I’d say to him when I did. I didn’t know what we were doing, but it still seemed like a bad idea.

A bad idea that feltincredible, but a bad idea, nonetheless.

Aware I was never going to come up with any answers before coffee, I threw my covers aside and got out of bed. I snatched my discarded tee from off the floor and pulled it on, then went to my dresser for a pair of panties. I made a pitstop in the bathroom, then descended the stairs, headed for my coffee pot.

I frowned in confusion when I hit the living room and saw the light on in the kitchen. When I heard movement, my belly dropped, and my feet stopped. Nervous and completely at a loss as to what to do, I went to the window and peeked outside. My spine straightened, and my anxiety was replaced by shock when I saw Mustang’s Harley at the curb.

He stayed?

I turned on my heel and marched to the kitchen, still not entirely sure I could believe it until I saw it.

Then there he was. At the stove. Putting sliced bacon in a skillet.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew I didn’t have any bacon.

But I could only focus on one thing at a time.

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