Page 29 of Stormswept Colorado (Hart County #3)

TWENTY-SEVEN

Ayla

Sunlight hit my eyelids. Whimpering, I rolled over and met a solid expanse of warm, smooth skin and thick muscle. I draped an arm and leg over him, snuggling in. The last thing I wanted to do was check a clock and find out what time it was.

The previous time I’d done that, my phone had said four in the morning. Teller and I had stayed up almost all night. It had been so worth it.

But I had a flight scheduled at midday, and I didn’t want to leave this bed.

Then again, did I really want to sleep away the remaining hours I had in Colorado?

Yawning, I blinked my eyes open. Teller’s handsome face was smushed against the pillow, and he was still out cold. I decided to take the opportunity to sneak over to the bathroom.

Carefully pulling away from him, I scooted across the mattress and pushed back the covers to get up.

In the bathroom, I freshened up. Combing through my hair with my fingers, brushing my teeth, and taking care of business. My body was worn out in the very best way.

Teller was over a decade older than me, but that man was not lacking in stamina. Or libido .

Since our epic shower, we’d been naked the rest of the night. We’d laughed and talked and kissed.

That had been the best night of my life.

Even better than when I’d won a Grammy, or the nights I’d sung in front of a hundred thousand fans screaming for me.

Because I’d shared the messy parts of myself with Teller, my imperfections, and he’d pulled me closer.

Cared for me. Made me feel pleasure I’d thought was impossible.

When I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, the bed was empty. “Teller?” I said.

Two strong arms swept me up from behind. “Who said you could leave the bed?” He kissed my neck. “I woke up and you were gone.”

I felt my smile slip. I would be gone for real soon, and we both knew it. “Nature called, and I didn’t need you to dig a path through the snow to find a bathroom.”

“Good thing. We’d both have frostbite if we were naked in that kind of weather.” My feet left the ground as Teller picked me up, tossing me slightly in the air, and carried me back to bed. “Stay here. I’ll take my turn in the bathroom.”

A few minutes later, we were under the covers, kissing and touching. Teller tasted like minty toothpaste, and his short dark-blond hair was disheveled.

He shifted us so I was flat on my back, and his heavy body stretched out on top of me. His hard cock nudged my hip, leaving my skin sticky with his arousal.

“You’re ready to go again ?” I asked.

“If you are.”

“You’re the one who’s trouble, not me. The people of Silver Ridge would be scandalized that their beloved Chief Landry is a sex maniac.”

“Can’t help it. You inspire me.” He kissed a line down between my breasts, and I felt his smile against my skin.

My breath caught. Teller inspired me too. I couldn’t get enough. An ache of longing built in my low abdomen, as if he hadn’t been inside of me just hours before. He rubbed his naked body over mine until I was panting and begging.

“Need you now,” I said.

“How bad do you need me?”

I groaned, my legs cinching around his hips. “I think it’s obvious.”

“No, I want to hear it. How bad do you need my cock?”

“Bad enough that if you keep making me wait, we might have a problem.”

“Uh oh. The diva’s getting demanding.” He laughed joyously. I loved that sound, especially because I’d heard him laugh so rarely before this weekend. I suspected that Teller almost never let himself fully relax.

But he was now. He sprawled out beside me on the mattress. “Here I am. Your turn to do whatever you want.”

I licked my lips, admiring him some more. Long limbs, thick muscle. And his perfect cock lying on his stomach, hard and straining. We’d both lost any remaining inhibitions at some point during the night.

I swung my leg over him to straddle his hips, my palms going to his pecs to brush over his chest hair. His nipples peaked as I used my thumbs to play with them.

Teller moaned, and his gaze raked over my body. His hands went to my thighs, his fingers gripping me. “Fuck, Ayla. Still can’t get over how incredible you are.”

A lump suddenly formed in my throat. How can this be ending when it’s just barely begun?

“Wanna watch you ride my cock,” he growled out.

I lifted up. Teller gripped his shaft, and I lowered myself onto him. He filled me inch by inch. The stretch had taken me by surprise every time since last night. Now was no different. I was a little sore, but that faded quickly.

When I was all the way down, I rocked my hips with him inside me. Moving nice and slow.

I couldn’t rush this. It might be our last time .

This man had me in a trance. On a knife’s edge of pleasure that just kept building. His eyes locked on mine like he didn’t want to miss one single second, while his hands explored my skin like there was so much of me he still needed to discover.

Our hips rolled as our bodies met. Teller brought his fingers to my mouth, and I sucked on them to muffle how loud I was moaning.

The pace quickened, and so did our breaths. His cock surged upward into me. Slick and hot.

“You’re being so good for me, sweetheart,” he purred. “You’re riding me like a pro. I need to feel you come. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded, my eyes rolling back. Teller held tight to my hips and thrust. The base of his cock hit my clit exactly the way I needed him, and then I was shuddering and gasping through another earthshaking orgasm.

Then suddenly he flipped me over, rising above me. He gripped my knees and forced them wider. Pumped his cock deep, and somehow it felt even thicker and harder than before.

A few moments later, I felt him spasming. His handsome features were drawn with ecstasy.

I went limp. He lay down beside me, and I put my cheek against his chest as my head swam.

Then the hotel phone blared. Teller looked over at it, while I sat up, my spine going rigid. “No,” I whined. “Not now. Go away.”

Teller smiled and caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to answer it. Whoever it is, they can wait.”

I lay back down and snuggled into him.

But the hotel phone rang again a minute later. Dang it . “I probably should answer it.”

“I’ve got it.” Teller scooted out of bed. He grabbed the cordless handset and carried it to me.

I answered, putting the line on speaker. “Hello? ”

“You have a visitor at the front desk who insisted we call you. Cheryl Traynor.”

“ Who ?” Teller mouthed.

“My manager,” I whispered, covering the handset.

Cheryl knew the fake names I used to register for hotels. That was how she’d gotten the front desk to pay attention.

“I have no idea what she’s doing here.” I closed my eyes, racking my brain for a way to avoid her. I wanted to stay in bed with Teller and enjoy what was left of our morning together. Moving my hand, I said into the phone, “Could you ask her to just?—”

Cheryl’s voice came through the speaker. I imagined her leaning over the hotel’s front desk, nearly shouting so I’d hear her. “Dear, would you please answer your cell? We’ve been calling all morning trying to get ahold of you.”

Crap .

“Ask her to wait for me in the lobby. I’ll be down as soon as I can.” I hung up the phone.

“Did you expect her?” Teller asked.

“ No . I have no idea what this is about. Cheryl wasn’t supposed to be here at all.” And my brain just registered that she’d said ‘ we’ . We’ve been calling . Who did she mean?

Teller put on his boxer briefs while I checked my notifications. I’d set my cell phone to Do Not Disturb last night. Cheryl had first written around dawn this morning.

Hope the wedding was fun. Some updates for you. First, Bryan is resting well at home with wife and baby. I stopped by his place yesterday to make sure, since I know you’ve been worried.

I was glad to hear it. I’d meant to call Bryan’s wife Mikaela yesterday, but between the wedding and crap about the stalker and spending time with Teller, I’d been fully booked.

I read on.

Second, I know you said you’d figure out your ride to the airport today. But since the jet was leaving to get you anyway, Paul and I decided to hitch a ride. I hear there’s snow in Hart County, so we’ll come fetch you and make sure you reach the airport safe and sound.

“No,” I groaned. “Paul too? Why ?”

Teller sat beside me. “Paul? Who’s Paul?”

“My least favorite label exec, who’s in charge of my next album. He’s here in Hart County with my manager. They decided last minute to come here and escort me to the airport, since I lost my driver.”

“You didn’t mention to them that I was going to drive you myself?”

“It wasn’t their business.”

My phone rang in my hand. Cheryl . And I was still sitting on the bed completely naked. Grabbing a pillow to cover me, even though it was just an audio call, I pressed the green button on my screen.

“I didn’t see your messages earlier,” I said without preamble. “I was up late celebrating the wedding.”

Also having the hottest sex of my life, not that I planned to share a single one of those details.

“I figured you would be. This was a last-minute thing.”

Teller brought over a fluffy bathrobe, helping me put it on while Cheryl kept talking in my ear.

“You needed a ride to the airport, and this is the perfect opportunity to discuss a few things.”

“With Paul ?” I asked testily. “I’m not working this weekend.”

She sighed, because we both knew how ridiculous that was. I was always working. “Shall I come up and help you pack? What’s your room number?”

“No, I’ve got it. I’ll be down soon. But I have to say goodbye to my family and friends first.” I ended the call, my fingers rubbing at my breastbone, as if that would calm my racing heart. “I’m so sorry about this. I had no idea they were coming here.”

“Doesn’t your manager work for you ?”

“Yes, but…it’s a little more complicated than that.”

Teller sat on the mattress and patted the space beside him, urging me to sit back down. When I did, he cupped the sides of my neck, his thumbs brushing my jaw. “Hey, look at me. You don’t have to rush. They’ll wait until you’re ready.”

“I wanted more time with you.”

His lips parted, those vivid sea-glass eyes softening.

“Me too.” He pulled me into his lap, then tipped me backward onto the bed.

His fingers delved beneath the soft edges of the bathrobe to brush against my collarbone.

His lips followed, dropping kisses. My tension melted, though I couldn’t relax completely.

“I need to shower,” I said weakly.

“We showered last night.” His lips closed over my breast and gently sucked.

“ Mmm . Yes, but we got dirty again after.” I had the evidence all over me.

“I like that you have my scent on you. Especially around this Paul guy from your label.”

I whimpered. On second thought, forget the shower. I wanted Teller’s scent on me. Marking me. That scent would fade all too soon, so why not keep it for today, at least?

He kissed his way back up to my mouth, hypnotizing me with the smooth glide of his tongue. Then he pulled back enough to lock eyes with me for several long moments. My heart ratcheted in my chest.

“I’ll never forget this weekend with you,” he said.

Flutters moved through my stomach, goosebumps over my skin. “I won’t either.”

“You’ll let me know if you hear from the stalker? Or if you need anything else? Doesn’t matter what it is.”

“I will.” I enjoyed the weight of him on top of me for a little longer. Then my phone buzzed with another text.

We were out of time.