Christ almighty.
He touched her slick slit with his fingertips.All the moisture left his mouth.Her body tensed against his chest.He paused, waiting for a sign that she wanted him to continue.Her butt pushed back into his palm.
He delved his finger inside her and she moaned.Then he slid his middle finger in to join his index and invaded her with both.Her sharp little cries sent his arousal through the roof.It took all of his willpower not to take her from behind again.
Her hips rocked against his fingers, and throaty moans broke the still air.Her slick cushions throbbed around his fingers, squeezing them.More wetness coated his skin.She stopped moving and her breath came out with a little cry.She rolled onto her back and stared at him through the darkness.
She rested her hand on his cheek.“What was that, some kind of encore?”Fatigue laced her voice, and for a second, he regretted waking her.
“Nah, it was a preview.”He nodded to the window at the foot of the bed.“If I’m not mistaken, we’ve got a whole night ahead of us.”
She propped herself onto her elbow.“I’m pretty sure we agreed on—”
“One night,” he said, and he didn’t try to keep the laughter out of his voice.“You’ll be surprised how many times I can get it up in a night.”
She giggled.“Oh please.You know what I meant.”
“We said one night, and I plan to make use of it.Besides,” he said, trailing his fingers over the top of her shoulder and across her cheek.“You’ve made me a slave to that pussy.”
She guffawed and slapped his chest.“Such a gentleman,” she said, amusement dripping from the sarcasm.
“I’d say three orgasms in a couple of hours is very gentlemanly.”
“Well—”
The yellow glow of headlights hit the window.
McKenna shot into a sitting position and pressed the blankets to her chest.“Someone’s here.”
He rolled out of bed, pulled on his briefs, and stumbled to the window, hitting his big toe on the footboard on the way.“Shit,” he mumbled, as he pried open the blinds.
“Who is it?”McKenna lurched off the end of the bed, the sheets swathed around her body.
He studied the vehicle beyond the headlights, and his brain worked at warp speed.Beside him, McKenna inhaled sharply.She spun away from the window and shoved her legs into her pants then tossed her sweater over her head.“Get the shotgun.”
***
McKenna weaved throughthe house, Jaxon behind her.She grabbed the shotgun at the back door.Footsteps crunched on the porch, all the more audible with the lack of electricity coursing through the house.
“Dammit, McKenna.Tell me who the hell it is.”Jaxon blocked her path at the living room.
She swallowed, and tears filled her eyes.He’d come back, just as he’d said he would.He’d done all this—killed her generator, leaked her fuel, watched Jaxon and her kiss.And now he was back to finish the job.
Not this time.This time she was ready.She’d pull the trigger.Jaxon vibrated on the spot.
“It’s Trevor.”
Knock,knock,knock
“That fucking cocksucker.”Jaxon stormed across the cabin’s short distance.McKenna trailed in his wake, grabbing the flashlight from the table in the living room on the way.He yanked open the door.
Trevor jerked backward, his fist hovering in the air, poised for another knock.
McKenna flicked on the flashlight.Trevor blinked, and she moved the globe to his chest.
“Uh—hey, Jaxon.”Confusion puckered Trevor’s dark features.He wore a beanie over his short dark hair.His winter coat was zipped up practically over his chin.
Jaxon pulled back his arm and sucker punched him in his wide, thick, red nose.
