The man had rocketed me to the moon and back more than half a dozen times tonight.
I knew if I lay there for another twenty minutes, he’d be ready to go again.
He was like the Energizer Bunny.
But my lady bits were getting sensitive. I’d never had a sore pussy before, but it had happened tonight.
Amos Nelson had fucked me raw.
When he reached for me again, I caught his wrist gently and shook my head.
“Amos. I amdone.My body is officially waving a flag of surrender. You’ve destroyed me.”
He grinned, slow and satisfied, propping himself up on one elbow. “Yeah? Did I finish my job? Because I could go a couple more times.”
I laughed despite myself. “You win. I’m not up for riding your bronco again. Now I know what all the women were talking about. I don’t need to be curious anymore.”
He looked pleased enough with himself to be insufferable about it. He’d never let me live this down.
But right as I started to curl into his arms again, ready to snuggle up and fall asleep, he rumbled, “Don’t get too comfy. If we’re done, I’ll take you home now.”
The words came out flat. Too fast.
Like this was his usual routine. Fun, then done.
I got the feeling he didn’t know what to do now that the sex was done.
And his words hit harder than they should have, like cold water poured straight over everything that had just happened.
Because for a few reckless hours, I’d let myself believe I was different.
“Amos. It’sme.”
“I know, Shelly Bear,” he got up and paced around the small space, peering out the window that he’d climbed in through earlier. “But… I don’t want the guys to see you.”
I squinted at him. “It’sfourin the morning.”
“So?” he said, like the hour didn’t mean anything to him.
The room went silent except for the sound of my heart getting crushed.
Ofcoursethis was how his nights would end.
Amos was a dedicated bachelor.
Had I thought sleeping with me would convert him over to the white picket fence side of life?
What a fool I am.
But I pushed back, years of friendship making me vocal. “Can’t I just sleep here, Amos? It’s so late. And it’s only one night. I’m not asking you tomarryme.”
Something shifted in his expression, a subtle tightening around his eyes, a flicker of discomfort he didn’t quite manage to hide from me.
I knew Amos better than I knew most people in this world, and that look was unmistakable.
“Here?” he glanced toward the cabin door. “We’re not supposed to be in here. If we’re done for the night, it’d be better for me to take you home.”
Done.
