And he gave himself to her—slow, fast, soft, hard. She begged him to give her everything until he felt the pressure building to a peak, then the long, slow uncoiling as he came hot and fast and hard inside her.
He collapsed beside her. They took each other into their arms and fell asleep satisfied.
EIGHTEEN
Shane woketo pale morning light filtering through his bedroom window and reached for April. His hand met empty sheets. For a heartbeat, panic sliced through him—sharp and irrational and so familiar it hurt.
She left. She woke up, regretted it, grabbed Kevin and?—
Stop.
Shane forced himself to breathe, to think. April didn’t have a car here. She couldn't have left. Wouldn't have left.
Unless she called someone to pick them up. Unless she?—
For fuck’s sake, stop it, Elk. Use your brain. Besides, Pete would have let you know if they’d left.
Shane sat up, scrubbing his hands over his face. The cabin was quiet except for the tick of the clock on his nightstand and the chirping of birds outside. No sounds of movement from the rest of the house.
He got dressed, pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt, and padded barefoot down the hall. Pete lifted his head from his post outside Kevin's door, tail thumping once against the floor before settling back down.Good dog. Still on watch.
The living room came into view and Shane stopped.
She wasn't gone. She'd just moved to the couch. April was wrapped in one of the sheepskin throws, her hair spilling over the armrest, wearing his flannel from last night. God, she looked so beautiful. Everything he ever wanted.
As if sensing him, April's eyes fluttered open. For a moment she looked disoriented, then her gaze focused on him and a slow smile curved her lips.
"Morning," she said, her voice still rough with sleep.
"Morning." Shane crossed to the couch, then knelt beside her. "You okay?"
"Yeah." April pushed herself up until she was sitting. The blanket pooled around her waist and Shane wondered if his flannel was the only thing she wore. His cock took notice of his thoughts and twitched. "I just... I didn't want Kevin to wake up and see me coming out of your bedroom with you. I feel like we should ease him into this."
Shane grinned. "So you snuck out to the couch in the middle of the night."
"Around four-thirty, actually." April's smile turned sheepish.
"We really haven't changed much since high school, have we?" Shane settled onto the couch beside her. "Still sneaking around, still worried about getting caught."
“Still short on condoms.” She laughed. "The difference is now I'm worried about my kid catching us instead of your parents." April leaned into him, her head finding his shoulder.
"Speaking of—" Shane's arm came around her automatically. "When are we telling him? About us?"
"I think after his class trip next weekend. They always have an end-of-the-year camping trip." April tilted her head to look up at him. "That gives us a few days to figure out how to phrase it. It’s all happening so fast, though honestly, I think Kevin will be thrilled. And..."
"And?"
Her cheeks flushed slightly. "And it means we'll have some alone time while he's gone. You know. If you wanted."
Shane's pulse kicked up at the promise in her voice. "If I wanted? Sweetness, I've been wanting this for years. Another few days won't kill me." He bent his head, brushed a kiss against her temple. "Yeah. I definitely want."
April's hand found his chest, palm flat over his heart. "Good. Because I've got some ideas about how we could spend that weekend."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmm-hmm." She was smiling now, that old, secret smile that made Shane want to carry her right back to his bedroom and show her exactly how much he wanted her. "But first, we should probably wake Kevin. School day."
"Responsible parenting," Shane agreed, not moving.
