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Because of Lila (Sea Breeze Meets Rosemary Beach 2)

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“Let’s go north. What about Memphis?” he said with his eyes closed.

“Memphis? What’s in Memphis?” I asked enjoying the freedom to look at him.

“Fucking Graceland is in Memphis,” he smirked then.

“You mean you want to see where Elvis lived?” I laughed as I said it.

He tilted his head to look at me and opened one eye. “Hell yeah, I do. That shit is supposed to be tacky. Who wants to miss that?”

I didn’t care where we went. I was good with anywhere. “Okay. Memphis it is then.”

“You called your parents?” His question surprised me.

“No,” I admitted.

“You better,” he sighed. “I’m sure they all know we are together now. Nate would have told them.”

“Probably.”

He ran a hand over his face and groaned. “Grant is going to kill me.”

I didn’t respond. Because that was an issue we’d face when this was over. I was on an adventure to run away from the guy who was in bed with me. It was different now. I wasn’t trying to change or find a new me. I already had. The girl I was at this moment was nothing like the girl I had been the night he’d called me cold. Now, I just had to ride this as long as it lasted. Because it would end.

“My dad may kill me before your dad. Either way, my life will be short.”

That made me smile. “That’s a little dramatic,” I told him.

He shrugged. “Honestly, it’s worth it.” His hand ran down my side and squeezed my hip. “Completely fucking worth it.”

That wasn’t a proclamation of love. I realized that. But it was sweet. I slid a leg over him as I turned until half my body was lying on top of his. Both his eyes opened as I did it. “We’re grown,” I reminded him. “I think you’ll get to live.”

He gazed up at me with hooded eyes. “Or you’ll kill me before they do. But then death by sex sounds like a good way to go.”

I laughed. “I’m just getting up. Not about to attack you.”

His hands grabbed my bottom and pulled me on top of him. “Maybe, but putting this hot little body on a man while he’s naked and in bed is irresistible.”

When he slid into me slowly this time, I moaned loudly and enjoyed being filled one more time before breakfast.

Cruz Kerrington

DRIVING ALMOST SIX hours to Memphis today wasn’t a good idea. I saw Lila Kate hide a wince when she straddled the bike. We’d fucked like maniacs, and now she was tender. She would claim she wasn’t, but I saw it on her face. I shouldn’t have pushed for two rounds this morning, but she felt so damn good. It was a clawing need to get inside her again and fuck that—I didn’t like wanting someone so badly. Past experience told me a good fuck got a girl out of my system and I moved on. But with Lila Kate that had yet to happen. With her legs tucked behind mine and her body pressed into my back I was already thinking about fucking her again. Jesus, she was like crack to an addict.

I headed toward Birmingham, Alabama. We could stop halfway and rest. Find something to see or do, and then ride the rest of the way. It was just an hour closer than Memphis; she could visit her friend, and it would help control my need to have my dick inside her our entire stop. I needed to find some control.

After eighty minutes on the road she began to squirm, and I found an exit that had restaurant choices and some shopping. We’d spend time here then head on later when she was ready. Pulling into a parking lot for a barbecue place, I parked and held out my hand to help her off the bike. She made a small wince again.

“Think we might need to stop for the day,” I said feeling guilty for her discomfort.

She frowned. “Why?”

I appreciated her trying to be tough, but I had made her sore, and I wasn’t going to make her suffer for it. First time I’d ever wished I wasn’t riding my damn bike. “You’re sore,” I pointed out the obvious. “Let’s eat, walk around some. Shop. See how you feel later.”

“I will be fine,” she argued.

I ignored that. “Hungry?”

“Yes, and this place smells great.”

We headed inside and I forced myself not to put my hands on her. Touching her all the time was not good. This was temporary. No need acting like it was more than that. We were both enjoying the trip.

Her phone began ringing just before we walked in the door and she stopped to pull it out of her pocket. When she lifted her eyes to me, they were apologetic as she put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Mom.”



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