Page 79 of Quarter Miles (Runaway 3)

I moaned, letting my head sag to the side.

Cash’s hands dug into the flesh of my hips. His lips found the sensitive skin below my ear, and even though it was dangerously close to the makeup I’d spent an hour on, the nip of his teeth was too good to pass up. “Fuck, but you feel good.”

I hummed, rocking back against him as he thrust in and out.

His hand slipped beneath my shirt, his rough fingers sliding over my belly, dipping lower until his middle finger found my clit. He strummed the hard nub, bringing me closer and closer. My legs trembled, my heart raced. I was so close, I gasped, ready to detonate—

“Kat?” Jake’s voice came from the hallway as he knocked on the door. “Are you in there?”

Cash froze.

My gaze whipped to the doorknob. Locked. I blew out a breath. “Y-yeah?”

“She’s in the bathroom, Carol!” he yelled down the hallway.

“Tell her the photographer’s here.”

“Honey, the photographer’s here,” Jake repeated.

Cash began moving again, his finger swirling.

I caught his gaze in the mirror and the bastard was grinning. “Glad you find this so funny,” I hissed.

He wouldn’t be laughing if we got caught screwing in his grandparents’ guest bathroom.

“Kat?” Jake called again. “Did you hear me?”

“I-I’m”—oh my God—“coming.”

White spots broke across my vision and I exploded, feeling nothing but pulse after pulse of blinding pleasure as Cash continued his delicious torment.

Cash groaned, dropping his face to my shoulder right before he let go, his orgasm hard and fast like my own.

When we’d both regained our breath, I lifted my heavy lids and smiled at our reflection. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight for a long moment before sliding out and tucking himself into his jeans. Then he bent and pulled my panties up my legs and smoothed down the skirt of my dress.

The whole family was at Carol and Jake’s place for Friday night dinner. Except we’d had to arrive two hours early because before our regular weekly meal, we were having photos taken before sunset. The whole crew was going to hike out behind the house to a grove of cottonwood trees brimming with gold and orange leaves. In all my years in Montana, I’d never seen a prettier fall.

The photos were for the resort website—my idea. It was time to update the family photo with all of the Greers, including the cutest addition, Gemma and Easton’s two-and-a-half-month-old baby boy.

I straightened the sleeves on my green dress and looked down at the skirt to make sure there weren’t any wrinkles. My knee-high boots were polished and I did a quick fluff of my hair.

Cash tucked in his starched white shirt and rebuckled his belt. Later tonight, I was stripping him down to nothing and having my way with him again. This bathroom escapade had only been a preview of later.

We had a lot to celebrate.

This morning, the two of us had spent another few minutes in a bathroom—the one we shared at home—as we’d waited for the results of three pregnancy tests.

Next year, we’d have to retake photos with our own baby Greer. I doubted anyone would mind.

“Should we tell them?” I asked as Cash leaned into the mirror to wipe the hint of gloss I’d left behind.

“Do you want to tell them?”

He looked down at me and grinned. “Yeah.”

“Good. Me too.”