Page 13 of Heartbeat Highway (Love Along Route 14)

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Holy hell, I just had sex with Lily. Really, really good sex. Best I’ve ever had, if I’m honest. I don’t know what came over me—or her—but I’m into it and down for it happening as often as possible.

The knocks come again, and something sparks in Lily’s eyes. Not regret, or even shame, but a flush of something naughty. She catches my gaze as she pulls away and a wicked smile spreads across her flushed face as she readjusts her clothes to cover her breasts.

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly.

“I’m fantastic.” She stretches, catlike. “This has weirdly been the best day.”

“Agreed.” Our gazes lock for another moment before there’s yet another angry knock on the door.

“Is everything all right in there?” An alto-soprano voice calls from the hallway. The waitress.

“We’re fine,” I call. I remove the condom and find a trashcan, discreetly wrapping it in a cocktail napkin.

We were relatively quiet, but these people are not fools.

There’s only one reason someone locks a door to a private room, and it isn’t because they want to try to hit the high notes in “Defying Gravity.”

I tuck myself back into my pants, and turn to see Lily.

Her sundress is back in place—shame, that, I would love to see her with it around her waist, rucked up from below as she rides me and the top pulled down to expose the soft roundness of her curves—and she stoops to pick up her panties from the floor.

She examines them for a long moment, as if deciding what to do with them.

I approach her and hold out my hand. “I’ll take care of those.”

“Really?” Her expression promises all sorts of dirty things, if only we had a little more privacy. “What are you going to do with them?”

I take the panties from her and kneel at her feet. As I stare up at her, I help her put her panties back on, sliding them up her full, soft thighs until I release the elastic and squeeze a handful of her perfect, round ass.

She giggles and lets me wrap my arms around her waist. Objectively, I know this should be awkward, and it was at first. A moment of surprise when she first kissed me— Lily’s kissing me, what do I do —but then two years of pent up want took over.

Then it was all instinct, pure and unabashed and fucking thrilling.

I kiss her nose. “We should let them in.”

She frowns, her mouth a cute pout. “I suppose we should.”

“We can talk after, though? In the car.” There’s so much I want to discuss. Was this a one time thing? Does she feel even a hint of what I do? Is this all too soon and frightening? I mean, I’ve waited two years. I can wait longer, if it means we can be together like this again.

Okay, not forever. That was fucking amazing and I’m already having difficulty standing, picturing all the things I want to do with her.

The knock comes again, more insistent this time, and there’s heavy murmuring behind the door.

Fine. I roll my eyes, walk over, and pull open the door.

Behind me, Lily gasps. I get it.

I didn’t think Dan and Maxim and—oh, hells to the no—K would be standing there, either.