She didn’t need to ask me twice.
As the smile spread across my face, I stood up and Skye shuffled back slightly to give me room but not enough as her tits brushed against my chest when I rose. We were both breathing heavily and the air around us was thick.
In one quick movement, I picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder, and marched towards the bedroom. With her taut ass in my face, I bit down on the cheek causing Skye to wriggle in my grasp before I swatted her butt, the sound echoing down the hall with Skye’s desperate moans.
“Hayden, hurry up and fuck me!” she complained, earning her ass another stinging slap, my handprint visible on her creamy skin.
Not one to disappoint, I tossed her on the mattress watching her bounce before following her down and pinning her beneath me. “With fucking pleasure,” I growled before kissing her roughly.
20
SKYE
The plane toucheddown in Cleveland with a bump that I felt everywhere. Shame I couldn’t blame the pilot’s shitty landing. No, the aching muscles were one hundred percent my fault. So was the pounding head and the ten tons of shame I was carrying.
Last night had been both the best and worst night of my life. Hayden was everything I wanted from a man and even a few things I didn’t know I wanted, but now I knew they existed I was left wondering how the hell I was supposed to live without them.
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Cleveland. Local time is…” the announcement began as people started unbuckling their belts and shifting in their seats. The guy beside me—a businessman, full of self-importance tapping away on his laptop the entire trip with his face looking like he’d been sucking on a lemon—elbowed me in the boob making me winch in pain.
“Watch it!” I snapped, rubbing the spot.
“What?” he replied incredulously.
Honestly, it wasn’t worth the fight. I just didn’t have it in me. Between the aching muscles, the anchor of guilt hanging like a noose around my neck and the exhaustion from too much exercise and not enough sleep, I was more than ready to be done for the day.
Filing off the plane like cattle, I turned my phone back on ignoring the notifications pinging. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Hayden and seeing his name blowing up my phone with missed calls and unread messages was enough to make my stomach gurgle.
After a quick pit stop in the bathroom to splash some water on my face, I headed straight for the nearest Starbucks, grabbing the biggest coffee I could get my hands on before collecting my bags and moving towards the rental car counter.
To say I didn’t have the patience for the douche canoe behind the counter was an understatement. He tried to sell me every upgrade he could think of, some of which I was pretty sure were complete bullshit before he finally handed over the keys to a basic black Toyota Corolla. Not that I cared. I just needed something to get me where I needed to go and back again. Trying not to cringe as he swiped my credit card through the machine, I signed on the dotted line, and headed for the parking lot.
Two hours later and I was finally pulling into Geneva-on-the-Lake. I hadn’t been really sure what to expect with such a tiny population, the sign suggesting there were just over one thousand residents in the small lakeside town, but I was here to only see one.
When I woke up early this morning, Hayden’s arm wrapped around my waist and his face burrowed against my neck, I panicked. It was wrong. So very wrong. Feeling like I wanted to throw up, I wished I could’ve blamed the booze, but the truth of the matter was we’d both been stone cold sober. Maybe overdosing on sugar and carbs from the pie, but still no court of law would let us off for that. And so they shouldn’t. I’d fucked up. I’d fucked up big. I’d fucked my best friend's fiancé and I’d never forgive myself for it.
Sliding from the bed, I’d dressed in last night's clothes that were scattered around the lounge, cursing myself for being such a messy house guest, but I guess in this case, leaving a tank top and a pair of boy legged panties hanging on a chair to dry wasn’t the worst thing I’d done in the last twenty four hours. Collecting my things I hastily scrawled a note and left it on the kitchen counter. But because I was an idiot or a sadist or just a sucker for punishment, I hadn’t been able to leave without taking one final look at the man who’d changed everything.
Lying in the center of the bed, face down and snoring contently, the sheet was draped low across his back, a back that l’d dug canyons in last night with my nails as I held on. Ignoring my pulsating clit, trying its best to convince me to get naked and get back into bed with him and beg for another round, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the airport.
After what felt like an eternity, I’d managed to change my flight so instead of heading to my parents’ place and back to the monotony of a life I didn’t want, a place I knew that if Hayden wanted to find me, he’d come looking, I’d switched my ticket and instead headed to Cleveland.
Turning onto Main Street, I slowed the car to a crawl and looked around. This place was adorable. The perfect hiding place really.
As I passed under the sign welcoming me to town, I noticed people pottering around in their gardens, wide-brimmed floppy hats on their heads. There were kids on scooters racing along the sidewalk while parents pushing prams tagged along behind. On street corners overflowing planter boxes filled with bright colorful blooms made everything feel fresh and new. Winding down my window, I breathed in the fresh air and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe I was right where I was supposed to be.
Spying Eddie’s Diner and the pizzeria up ahead my stomach rumbled. Ignoring the need for real food, I grabbed a chocolate bar from my bag and took a huge bite. Good thing I was by myself. I was a damn embarrassment really. When I spied the marks around my wrist—the marks from where Hayden’s handcuffs had bitten into my skin when I tugged at the restraints—I pulled my sleeves down, not only trying to hide the evidence but bury the memory.
While I was caught up in my head my phone rang.
Seeing Kellie’s name flash on the screen, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I couldn’t avoid Hayden forever. I’d have to grow a pair at some point and talk to him, but not today. Today I was going to run away from my problems and hopefully drink until I forgot them altogether.
“You far away? I’m starving!” Kellie said, forgoing all formalities.
“On Main Street now.”
“Sweet. Know where you’re going?”
“Not a fucking clue,” I admitted earning me a laugh.
