She stopped. I could sense the dam breaking.
“You’ve submitted to the whims of a total psycho,” I pressed, sweeping my arm around. “I mean, just look at this place. Is this really what you want?”
She didn’t have to look. She shook her head.
“Then why in the world are you giving him whathewants?” I pleaded. “You’re not doing this for yourself. And you’re not doing it for me, or Carter, or Bodie either, because seeing you like this is killing us.”
“But the bar…”
I stepped into her quickly, letting my hands glide to her waist. It was a simple thing to lift her onto the nearby counter. It was even simpler to shove her knees apart, so I could slide my body in closer.
“FUCK. THE. BAR…” I told her, through clenched teeth.
Finally, Hayden lifted her chin to face me. Her eyes glowed with excitement now, her expression fierce as our foreheads slowly came together. I lifted my hands to either side of her warm, unblemished cheeks. Sweeping her hair back, I could feel the heat of her lips, brushing against mine.
“I’ve missed you…” she whimpered, her hazel eyes searching.
I didn’t just kiss her, I drank deeply from her full, pouty lips. Hayden was a glass of cool water; I was a man who’d crawled out of the desert, dying of thirst. She cooed into my mouth as she kissed me back hungrily, our tongues searching, our bodies coming together. I was rock hard in seconds, and she hadn’t even touched me yet. But I was sure touching her, as my hands rushed to reunite with the two smooth globes of her perfect ass.
There was a sharp intake of breath as I slipped my fingers even lower, exploring the molten junction between those supple thighs. Her sleep shorts were thankfully short, and slipping past them was all too easy. I buried two fingers as she moaned into my neck, then traced her own neck with the flat of my tongue. I dragged it first to her ear, eliciting a wave of goosebumps, before kissing my way down to her shoulder.
“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered. “So… fucking… much.”
Hayden jumped as I curled my fingers, deep inside her warmth and wetness. Her palm slid over my dick, her fingers closing around it through the fabric of my jeans.
“Does that bed work?” I grinned, nodding through the open bedroom door.
“Forget that bed,” she murmured. “I barely even sleep in it.”
“You sure?” I teased, twisting deeper. “Would be a shame not to Christen it, no?”
But Hayden ignored me. The hand on my dick squeezed with purpose.
“Where are the others?” she whispered.
“Carter’s away,” I answered huskily. “He’s up in Albany meeting with some lawyers. But… Bodie’s home.” I felt my dick twitch as I pulled back to look at her. “Should I call him?”
Hayden’s lips were wet and full. Her eyes swam with an unbridled lasciviousness, deeper than anything I’d seen before.
“No,” she murmured, kissing me again. Then, pressing her lips against my ear:
“Take mehome.”
~ 44 ~
BODIE
The rain actually picked up as I pulled into the driveway, determined to soak me on the way to the door. I walked rather than ran, just to spite it. As the door slammed behind me, I knew something was up.
“Sawyer?”
The house was dark, except for the amber glow of the fire. It was nothing but smoldering embers, meaning it hadn’t been fed for hours.
“In here!” I heard him call, all the way from his bedroom. “Come see what I brought home.”
“It better be pizza,” I grumbled, kicking off my boots. It had been a long day. I was looking forward to whatever he’d figured out in the way of dinner, because it was turn to ‘cook.’
My confusion deepened as I approached the half-open door. The light inside was warm, but somehow flickering. I pushed my way in, and saw the candles. But that’s not all I saw.
