Thrusting into her one final time, I give her every single drop.
Minutes pass as I crush her beneath me, loving how our harsh pants are synced. I rain kisses down her cheek, her jaw, to her throat before sucking on her pulse.
“What have we done?” she whispers in the dark.
I whisper back, “We’re finishing what began eight years ago.”
THE PAST
MOLLY
EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
“Ugh…You’ve got to be kidding me.” I scowl at the stupid flat tire.
Just my freaking luck.
I should’ve kept a spare one. Now, I’m stuck on the highway, no one around for miles. As far as I can see, there’s barren land and the sun glaring down at me.
Pulling out my phone to call a tow truck, I curse when there’s no signal. “Shit.”
Raising the phone high, I walk away from the car, hoping for a signal. I twirl in every direction, but find no luck. This isn’t how I imagined moving to Sun Valley.
A faint humming noise tugs my attention over my shoulder.
In the distance, I see a car racing in my direction.
“Thank God!” I wave my hand at them as they come closer. With a yelp, I jump back when they zoom right past me, almost breaking my wrist in the process. “The fuck!”
I give them my middle finger.
I check my phone again and notice how the battery is low.
Strutting to my car, I sit behind the wheel, turning on the air conditioning. I’m boiling like a frying pan. Unbuttoning my shirt, I shrug it off until I’m in my tank top. I turn my ponytail into a bun on the top of my head, so the air can caress my neck.
I swear I hate summers. I would rather stay cozied up in a blanket on a cold wintery night.
“What am I going to do?” I mumble to myself. “What if I’m stuck here until night? Nobody will know where to find me. My mom doesn’t even know I’m coming a day early.”
Suddenly, a second vehicle flashes in the distance.
As if my prayers were heard.
Not wanting the stranger to fly past, I hastily step out of the car. I wave both my arms back and forth. “Please, stop. Please. Please.”
The black Chevrolet Tahoe slows down and pulls up on the side of the road in front of my car. I can’t peer inside because of the direct sunlight hitting my face.
I lower my arms just as the door opens.
A black boot steps onto the road, followed by another. Warding off the sunlight with a palm over my forehead, I trail my gaze upward and swallow hard at the wide set of shoulders peeking from behind the door to the man’s sinfully gorgeous face.
Sidestepping, he frowns in concern as he takes me in from head to toe.
I’m speechless, instead of letting him know about my predicament. As he comes closer, his dark blond hair shining sexily, I can make out his face properly. Each feature is carved from stone. Piercing blue eyes. Strong nose. Chiseled cheekbones. Square jaw dusted with stubble and a set of full lips made for kissing.
Christ! He’s handsome.
And tall.
