The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

“Jesus fucking Christ, Emily,” he whispers as he loses control and slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

And then we’re hard at it. The bed is hitting the wall with force; our eyes are locked on each other’s . . . silent . . . and in awe. This is a higher level of frequency.

Our bodies were made to fit together. We were made to fit together.

He screws up his face as if in pain. “I can’t hold it, babe,” he pants.

I smile. I love that he can’t hold it. “Let go,” I breathe against his lips. “We have all night. Give me everything.”

I roll over and feel the dull ache deep inside, and I wince.

Oh man . . . my body is wrecked.

Jameson Miles fucked me all night long. Hard and every which way, and today I’m going to pay for it. I turn toward him. He’s lying on his side, perched on his elbow, watching me. “Hi.” I smile softly, embarrassed by what he must have seen.

“Hi.” He leans in and kisses me before taking me in his arms and holding me tight.

“I’m sore,” I whisper.

“That makes two of us.” He smirks.

I close my eyes against his chest, and we lie in peaceful bliss for another half hour, dozing.

I get up to go to the bathroom and notice the trash can full of condoms . . . hmm, he wore condoms all night. I didn’t notice at the time.

I get back into bed beside him and snuggle back against his chest. “Why did you wear condoms last night?”

I feel his body stiffen beneath me, and I instantly know it was purposeful. He stays silent.

“Jim?” I frown as I sit up.

“Don’t.” He goes to pull me back down onto his chest. “Let’s just have a nice morning together.”

I stare at him. “Why would you wear condoms when I know how much you hate them?”

He exhales heavily as if annoyed and gets out of bed. “I don’t want any accidents.”

“What?”

He exhales heavily as if frustrated.

I sit up. “You think I would trap you by getting pregnant?”

He rolls his eyes.

“What the hell?” I snap as I jump out of bed. “Are you serious?”

“We’re not together, Emily. I would have to be a fucking idiot to not take precautions.”

My face falls. “What was last night?”

His eyes hold mine. “It was goodbye.”

“What?” I can feel the tears of shock welling in my eyes.

“Don’t be upset,” he stammers.

“Don’t be upset?” I cry as I begin to lose control. “You summoned me here to meet you with absolutely no intention of us getting back together?”