Page 26 of Ever After Between the Lines (Montgomery Ink Legacy)

He gave me an odd look before tucking her hands and moving us toward the Lodge. As people began to mill about, everybody starting to arrive for the wedding, I pulled my hand away.

He tilted his head at me but didn’t look disappointed. Instead he looked as if he had been expecting it. And perhaps even wanted to keep hiding.

After six months of secretly dating, late night dinners, overnights where we made sure that other cars were never spotted, part of me wanted to just let it out in the open.

We had had enough of our time together just for the two of us that having all of our friends and family locally in the middle of it wouldn’t be that much of a big deal.

I would even ignore the update in the small town newsletter because after all this time, things were different.

But maybe he didn’t want to be different.

Once again, maybe I was thinking too hard.

He opened the door for me, and I smiled at him, trying to look as if I knew him as a friend, but not anything more.

I hadn’t realized I was so good at deception until I’d fallen in love with Sawyer. I was even good at lying to myself.

Cameron, the young, incredibly attractive man behind the desk, smiled up at me.

“Hello there, Kate. I was just looking up your reservation as all our rooms are ready.”

I smiled then. “That sounds perfect. I could use the time to warm up and freshen up before the event tonight.”

There was a small cocktail party for the attendees, and the wedding was the next day. The rehearsal dinner had been the day before, but only family had been invited to attend. Which honestly, was the perfect amount of time for me in the mountains like this.

Cameron clicked a few keys, and then smiled at me. “Okay then, I have your room, a king-size bed with the hot tub. Let me just get you those two keys.” He met Sawyer’s gaze and I felt as though I wasn’t in on the secret.

I frowned but figured the two keys were just automatic.

“And Sawyer, here’s your key. The room has exactly what you requested.” Cameron winked, and an uneasy yet anticipatory feeling spread over me.

“Did you already check-in?” I asked, doing my best not to sound too curious.

Cameron looked between us and cleared his throat. “You two were on the same reservation. One room, one king bed. Right? Or did I mess up?” He bit his lip, frowning.

My chest tightened for an instant, wondering how that could happen. But then again, Sawyer had made the reservations. Two rooms , and we would find a way to move between each other’s. That way no one was the wiser.

Sawyer pulled my hat off my head and grinned. “You’ve got it right, Cameron. I think our girl here just needs a little more hot cocoa and maybe even champagne to fully wake up.”

“That would be fantastic. Champagne makes me sleepy, but don’t worry, I have everything set for you. Enjoy your evening.”

I heard the relief in Cameron’s voice, even as I looked up at Sawyer, wondering exactly what he was thinking.

Then again, it’s exactly what I had wanted. Even if I hadn’t let myself voice it.

“What are you up to?” I whispered.

“Anything I want,” he said softly, and he pulled me to our room on the first floor.

The large bed filled most of the space, and somebody had thrown white rose petals all over the beautiful duvet. Our luggage was already inside, along with a charcuterie board, a cheese board, a hot chocolate set up, and a bottle of champagne on ice.

As the door closed behind him, I whirled around.

“One room? Really?”

Uncertainty crossed his features, and he tugged on the bottom of my braid. “Did I mess up? I figured it would be easier to be honest.”

In answer, I smiled brightly and threw my arms around his neck. “You’re ridiculous. But I like it.”

And I love you.

He smiled at me then, his eyes darkening before he crushed his mouth to mine. I moaned into him, needing him more than anything.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he whispered against my lips. “We’re going to have to make fast work of it.”

“Are you going to count orgasms before dinner?”

He raised a single brow, looking sexy as hell. “I can.”

Then he slid his hand beneath my leggings and panties and over my pussy. I gasped at the coldness of his fingers against the heat of my core, and he just grinned at me before slowly rubbing his middle finger over my clit.

“Sawyer,” I panted.

“You’re going to be saying my name a lot more often tonight. Now, let’s see exactly how wet you are.” With his gaze on mine, he slid two fingers deep inside me, stretching me.

I gasped as he worked in and out of me quickly. His fingers rough, he spread them, a gasp escaping my throat. The sounds of my wetness filled the room as I gasped into him, and he flicked my clit with his thumb.

And just like that I came, my inner walls clamping down around his fingers as my knees nearly gave out. He smiled then, slowly letting me come down as he slid his fingers out from beneath my pants.

When he moved to brush his wet fingers against my lips, I opened my mouth and let him slowly slide them inside. I could taste myself on his skin, and I shivered.

“That’s it, imagine this is my cock.”

“Why can’t I have your cock?” I teased.

“You can. After dinner. First however, I want to fuck that cunt of yours just the way I know you like it. And when you get back from dinner, I want you on your knees. Naked. Your breasts covered in champagne. And then I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours until you’re gagging and then I will lick up every ounce of you.

And then I’ll eat that sweet pussy, taking my fill, before I pound into you again, making you beg. ”

If it was possible to come at just words, I would have. As it was, my clit pounded in rhythm to my heartbeat, and I tore off my jacket.

Our movements were urgent, and yet somehow familiar. This wasn’t our first time, and in this moment, I knew it wouldn’t be our last. He was familiar, and yet every time we touched it felt like something new.

Something hidden. Forbidden.

Sawyer moved us to the bed, rolling to his back as I straddled him. I rocked over his length, leaving a trail of wetness behind as he squeezed my hips.

“Tease.”

I smiled down at him before bending to kiss him softly.

We had forgone condoms a few months ago after getting tested.

I had an IUD, and having him bare inside me was one of the most pleasurable experiences I could have ever hoped for.

It also made it harder for both of us to make it last longer.

Because we could feel everything, and sometimes I was just a hair-trigger away from losing the battle to keep the sensations going.

He slid his hand between us, working me up again, and I leaned up slightly so he could press himself against my entrance.

Our gazes colliding, I slowly sank down on him, his cock stretching me impossibly full. Tears pricked my eyes as I looked down at him, at the intensity there.

I didn’t know if he loved me. I wanted to hope that he did, but we had been so good about keeping everything secret, we kept what we felt to each other in the shadows along with who, or rather what, we were.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him. I wanted to tell the world.

I also wanted to keep this moment just for us before it slid through my fingertips.

He froze for an instant, reaching up to wipe the tears on my cheek. “What’s wrong, Kate? Am I hurting you?”

The fear and tenderness in his voice nearly broke me, so I did my best not to think about what could happen. And only let myself think of this moment.

“Everything is wonderful. Just keep going.”

He remained still for another moment before seeming to believe my words. Then he moved, and I rocked with him.

He held onto my hips, keeping me steady as I arched for him, plucking my own nipples with my fingers, and loving the way he stared at me.

And when I came again, he followed me, filling me with everything that he had.

Only I wasn’t sure it was everything.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask if I could have it all.