Page 21 of The Detour

It crashes into me.

It pulls me under its bliss.

Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me until I feel like I’m drowning in it—the feel of him as I tighten around him, the ecstasy vibrating through my every muscle, and the muttered swear he gives when he realizes it’s his turn.

And he chases it.

He sets a punishing pace that has every part of me reacting and wanting it never to stop because he—this—feels incredible.

Within seconds, Saint’s head is thrown back, his groan rumbles around the room, and his body tenses as he comes.

10

Harley

I awake with a start, my pulse thundering in my ears, and immediately look to my right.

The bed is empty. The pillow or blankets on that side aren’t disturbed.

There’s no one there.

No Saint.

No nothing.

Just the sun streaming through the closed slats of the blinds and a clock on the wall letting me know it’s half past eight in the morning.

I sit up and hang my feet over the edge of the bed as I look out the bedroom door and see the rest of the cabin is perfectly empty.

“What the hell?”

Did last night happen?

Did Saint come here and was that toe-curling sex real?

I go to stand and feel a soreness between my thighs that says, yes, it was real.

Then why did he . . .

But I get it.

I do.

Saint made things easier on me by making sure to be gone when I woke up. To help avoid that awkwardness that comes with regretting a decision you made the night before. To, in a sense, avoid the walk of shame.

One-night stands aren’t my typical MO, but in this situation, what did I expect? It’s not like I’m going to move to this merry wonderland of a town.

It’s not like I have any intention of ever coming back.

I sit back down on the edge of the bed and laugh. It’s long and loud and slightly hysterical, but who knew a little detour could give me this? A clear plotline and the good sex I so desperately needed.

“Who knew?” I mutter and then laugh again.

11

Saint

I watch her from the window and every part of me wants to go out there and carry that suitcase for her.