On a downward thrust Sloane bucked, her pussy clamped tight, and as the moan slipped past her lips I took her mouth. Two more thrusts and I joined her. Two more after that the pleasure became unbearable and I stayed planted as Sloane’s orgasm pulsed around me, pulling what felt like unending ropes of pleasure from my body.

Jesus.

Christ.

After what seemed like forever the tension in my neck loosened but Sloane’s limbs wrapped around me did not. She was holding me tight and, in a place reserved only for her, I found a sick joy in the knowledge she was holding me close—not letting go of me.

But as all good things must come to an end, it was time to face what I’d allowed.

A reckoning of sorts.

I knew what connecting with Sloane would mean. With my cock still wet from our combined orgasms, my chest was burning with the loss of her. A loss that hadn’t happened yet but would soon enough. The deep understanding that I’d tasted something beautiful, but it would never be mine to keep.

“You’re coming to Idaho with me,” I declared without preamble.

Sloane’s legs tightened but the rest of her body went solid.

“What?”

“We’re leaving tonight,” I continued to inform her.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

“Why?”

Because I never want to be without you and I’m going to use this time as a way to persuade you to stay with me.

“You’re not safe here.”

Her limbs released me, and I instantly felt the sting of disappointment.

“Right.”

“Sloane—”

“You don’t have to convince me. I know after what I overheard tonight, I’m in danger.”

I should’ve felt relief she was going to go without an argument, and it was irrational of me to be pissed at her because I’d been a coward and not told her the truth. But I wanted her to call me on my bullshit. I wanted her to ask me if that was the only reason I was taking her home with me.

“We need to talk about what happened at the club tonight.” No sooner did the words leave my mouth than Sloane was wiggling to get free.

“Get off me.”

I flexed my hips keeping my softening cock inside her and denied her request.

“Nope. We talk like this.”

“Why? I want to get dressed.”

I didn’t bother reminding her that dressed was merely rolling my tee back down from under her neck where it was still gathered. I also wasn’t going to dwell on how much I liked seeing her in my tee or how much I liked the feel of her tits pressed against my chest.

“I need to understand what happened earlier and I need you to understand why I didn’t kiss you.”

Her eyes went over my shoulder and she shook her head.

“Get—”

“Baby, look at me.” I waited until her gaze drifted back.

The dejection I saw in her eyes fucking killed.

“I couldn’t,” I started. “I was so close to losing control I couldn’t kiss you. You were lost in the moment, and I knew when you came back to your senses, you’d be angry—at me and at yourself. I was fucking stuck, Sloane. I wanted to give you what you wanted but my need to protect you weighed out.”