Page 80 of Stormswept Colorado

Our hips rolled as our bodies met. Teller brought his fingers to my mouth, and I sucked on them to muffle how loud I was moaning.

The pace quickened, and so did our breaths. His cock surged upward into me. Slick and hot.

“You’re being so good for me, sweetheart,” he purred. “You’re riding me like a pro. I need to feel you come. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, my eyes rolling back. Teller held tight to my hips and thrust. The base of his cock hit my clit exactly the way I needed him, and then I was shuddering and gasping through another earthshaking orgasm.

Then suddenly he flipped me over, rising above me. He gripped my knees and forced them wider. Pumped his cock deep, and somehow it felt even thicker and harder than before.

A few moments later, I felt him spasming. His handsome features were drawn with ecstasy.

I went limp. He lay down beside me, and I put my cheek against his chest as my head swam.

Then the hotel phone blared. Teller looked over at it, while I sat up, my spine going rigid. “No,” I whined. “Not now. Go away.”

Teller smiled and caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to answer it. Whoever it is, they can wait.”

I lay back down and snuggled into him.

But the hotel phone rang again a minute later.Dang it. “I probably should answer it.”

“I’ve got it.” Teller scooted out of bed. He grabbed the cordless handset and carried it to me.

I answered, putting the line on speaker. “Hello?”

“You have a visitor at the front desk who insisted we call you. Cheryl Traynor.”

“Who?” Teller mouthed.

“My manager,” I whispered, covering the handset.

Cheryl knew the fake names I used to register for hotels. That was how she’d gotten the front desk to pay attention.

“I have no idea what she’s doing here.” I closed my eyes, racking my brain for a way to avoid her. I wanted to stay in bed with Teller and enjoy what was left of our morning together. Moving my hand, I said into the phone, “Could you ask her to just?—”

Cheryl’s voice came through the speaker. I imagined her leaning over the hotel’s front desk, nearly shouting so I’d hear her. “Dear, would you please answer your cell? We’ve been calling all morning trying to get ahold of you.”

Crap.

“Ask her to wait for me in the lobby. I’ll be down as soon as I can.” I hung up the phone.

“Did you expect her?” Teller asked.

“No. I have no idea what this is about. Cheryl wasn’t supposed to be here at all.” And my brain just registered that she’d said ‘we’.We’ve been calling. Who did she mean?

Teller put on his boxer briefs while I checked my notifications. I’d set my cell phone toDo Not Disturblast night. Cheryl had first written around dawn this morning.

Hope the wedding was fun. Some updates for you. First, Bryan is resting well at home with wife and baby. I stopped by his place yesterday to make sure, since I know you’ve been worried.

I was glad to hear it. I’d meant to call Bryan’s wife Mikaela yesterday, but between the wedding and crap about the stalker and spending time with Teller, I’d been fully booked.

I read on.

Second, I know you said you’d figure out your ride to the airport today. But since the jet was leaving to get you anyway, Paul and I decided to hitch a ride. I hear there’s snow in Hart County, so we’ll come fetch you and make sure you reach the airport safe and sound.

“No,” I groaned. “Paul too?Why?”

Teller sat beside me. “Paul? Who’s Paul?”

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