Page 69 of Mine For The Winter

Her eyes flicked up to his. She could see only darkness there. The needy kind that made her body contract with desire.

“You need to pull away now,” he whispered.

She lifted a brow and stayed exactly where she was, moving faster over his dick until she felt him swell even more. And then he was calling out her name, his body bucking, as he spilled inside of her. His head was tipped back, his mouth slack, his chest tight, his palm pressed against her head as he gave her his final surrender.

And then he withdrew from her mouth, lifted her up, and put them both onto the bed, his hand cupping her head as he kissed her hard.

“Jesus, woman. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I’m feeling pretty good right now.”

His lips quirked. “Just pretty good? I guess it’s better than fine, but it’s not exactly life changing. I need to work on my action.”

“Shut up. You must know how good you are.” She felt the tiredness wash over her and he pulled her against him, her head resting between the crook of his arm and his chest.

“Later then,” he whispered, kissing her brow.

“Yeah. Later.” It was strange how relaxed she felt. How safe she was in the arms of the man who’d broken her badly.

And how easy it was to fall asleep against his chiseled chest.

* * *

Kris slept so well he didn’t wake until the light of the day pushed through the thin fabric of the cabin curtains. He rolled his head, his neck tight from sleeping at an awkward angle, then a smile pulled at his lips as he remembered last night. He turned to look at Kelly and it took a moment for him to realize she wasn’t there. All that he could see was the empty space beside him.

"Kel?” He rolled onto his side. The door to the bathroom was open and there was no sign of her inside. He slid his feet to the wooden boards and stood, searching the floor for a sign of her clothes.

It was bare. Her clothes were gone.

Not bothering to dress, he walked to the window that looked out over the road to his cabin. Her car was gone, too. His jaw tightened.

Turning on his heel he walked over to where he’d left his pants, grabbing his phone from his pocket. Pulling up her number he pressed the call button, still frowning as it connected.

“This is Kelly. Leave a message.”

He let out a breath. “Kel, this is Kris. Where’d you go? You okay? Please call me and let me know.” Frustrated, he ended the call and threw his phone on the bed. She should have woken him before she left.

Yeah, he knew she had a family to get home to. And he also knew she wouldn’t want people gossiping about her car being outside his cabin. But dammit, she left without a word.

And that’s when he realized he was getting a dose of his own medicine. He let out a low chuckle. He was the one who used to leave, and now he was standing here feeling like a chump.

Do you like that feeling?

Funny how that sounded like Kelly’s voice in his head. He walked back to the window, letting his brow rest on the cold glass. His breath misted it as he stared out.

And that’s when he saw it. At the end of the road. A car, parked, the engine running, fumes lifting up from the exhaust and dispersing into the cold light of the early morning.

It took him thirty seconds to pull on his jeans and a sweater, not bothering with underwear. He didn’t bother with socks either, just shoved his feet into his engineer boots and stomped out of the cabin.

He didn’t run but he didn’t dawdle. Just strode purposefully toward that car with the idling engine at the end of the path. And when he got to it he could see Kelly sitting in the driver’s seat, her back straight as an arrow.

The woman always had poise, even when she pissed him off.

He tapped on the driver’s window and she jumped. Rolling the window down, she looked up at him, her face mussed from where she must have slept on the sheets.

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

“Going home.”

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