Page 54 of Stormswept Colorado

“You feel how hard you make me?”

That sweet look of surprise turned naughty and teasing. “Bet I can make you even harder.”

A brief moment of disbelief flashed through my mind. I could hardly trace the chain of events that had led us here. At some point later on, I was probably going to have to think about it.

How was it possible I had Ayla Maxwell rutting herself against my cock right now?

But at the moment all my blood had rushed south. All my brain could process was how good she felt.

“Bet you can. Hold on. I’ll make this better.” Reaching between us, I adjusted myself to tuck my cock against my fly. I guided her forward to kiss me again as she rode my lap.

“You feel me against your clit, sweetheart?” I asked between pulls from her lips.

“Mmm.Oh. Teller. It’s good.”

Sounded like a yes to me.

How was this even happening?

The air in the cabin was steamy, the windows fogging with condensation. Ayla worked her sweet little body against my cock until my thigh muscles tightened. Her whimpers and moans only cranked up the heat running through me.

Molten pleasure dripped to the base of my spine.

Fuck. I was about to come in my uniform pants.

Then furious knocking against the window splashed cold water over the moment. “Chief? Hey, we’re here to rescue you!”

EIGHTEEN

Teller

Shit.That was Susan’s voice.

Really? Fuckingnow?

Ayla yelped and dove off my lap. Snow disappeared from the driver’s side window as someone wiped it away, and a flashlight beam shone in, blurry from the fog on the glass. Ayla and I must’ve been so wrapped up in each other we didn’t hear the engine approaching.

I opened the door. Icy air hit my face, cooling off my skin as fast as my erection retreated. It was still snowing, but not as much as earlier.

“Susan.” I cleared my throat. “Thanks.”

She smiled, her face pink from the cold. “You okay, Ms. Maxwell? Bet you’re ready to get out of there!”

“Pretty much.” Ayla had the space blanket around her, skin flushed. I lifted an eyebrow at her, and her lips made a straight line like she was trying not to laugh. Felt like we were two teenagers who’d gotten rousted from the local make-out spot. I just hoped Susan couldn’t guess what we’d been doing.

The fogged windows might’ve been a dead giveaway, though, judging by Susan’s odd expression. “Seems you’ve had quite the adventure.”

“So to speak.” I grabbed for the coats in the front seat. Ayla’s was still damp from her dip in the snowbank, so I took mine instead and draped it around her. “You’ll go out first. Susan will help you up the embankment to the road.”

“I can manage.”

“But it’s a lot darker and the snow’s deeper than earlier. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Good, I want you close,” she whispered, her green eyes flirtatious as I secured the top button of the coat so it wouldn’t fall off. It nearly swallowed her up. “Thank you, Teller.”

Nngh. I bit back a growl. Seeing her lips all swollen from my mouth, and then hearing my name on them?

I desperately wanted to kiss her again. Almost did. But somehow, I restrained myself and lifted her over me toward the open door. Susan reached in to grab her.

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