A Wilde Night (Old Town Country Romance Book 3) (9 page)

I sigh. I know I probably shouldn’t have said it, but I also want her to know the truth. I want her to know how I feel.

“Bonobo chimpanzees are kind of like the hippies of the a
nimal kingdom and practice free love. Beavers are one of the species that mate for life.”

Her eyes grow wide as the
significance of my words sets in. “Have you ever had sex before?”

“I’ve had a few girlfriends, but I never went all the way with any of them. I was so focused on school and getting into the police academy I didn’t have enough time for anything really serious.”

She purses her lips and furrows her brow like she is really giving it some thought.

“Why me?” she says finally. “Why did you—you know—do it with me?”

I swallow. “Because you asked me to and I wanted to give you what you asked for. I wanted to give you that one special night that you would always remember.”

She places her small hand on my cheek. “Thank you.
For everything.”

I nod. “As much as I’d love to stay inside of you, I need to get this condom off.”

“Sure. Of course.”

As I withdraw I can see the sadness return
to her eyes and it makes my heart ache. I wish things were different, that there was some way we could actually be together, but I know it’s just a fantasy. 

I grab a pair of sweats and hurry into the bathroom. I dispose of the condom and clean myself off then slip on the sweats.

My jaw drops when I reenter the bedroom. Katie is already dressed and sitting on the bed putting on her shoes.

“What are you doing?” Any dreams I had of us falling asleep in each other’s arms or waking up together quickly fade.

She looks up at me and gives me a sad smile. “I think you’d better take me back to the hotel while it’s still dark.

“Why?”

“It’ll be easier for you to sneak me in. There probably won’t be paparazzi waiting in the middle of the night. I’m sure people are dying to know why I didn’t show up at the wedding. That’s going to be a big enough scandal to deal with. A walk of shame the next day would make it a million times worse.”

“Please don’t call it that.”

She frowns. “What?”

“Walk of shame. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” I walk over to the bed and pull her up and into my arms. I hold her close for a long minute. “I have feelings for you, Kat. There’s no shame in being with you.
In us being together.”

“It’s just an expression.”

“A really bad one.”

“I’m glad I met you.”
She smiles. “And I won’t ever forget you.”

I wish that was true, but I have no illusions that I’ll be an
ything more than an irrelevant footnote in her extraordinary life.

When she throws her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight I can feel myself choke up a bit. The last thing I want to do is cry in front of this girl. I need to maintain some shred of masculinity around her.

I throw on a sweatshirt and some sneakers and tell her to be as quiet as she can as I lead her through the dark house and out the door.

We’re both silent on the short drive back to
Tawnee Mountain. Not that there’s really much for either of us to say. She’ll be heading back to LA. Back to her life as America’s Sweetheart. And I’ll be the small town cop who spent one crazy amazing night with her.

As I pull into the back of the resort it’s dark except for one lone street light. And there’s not a sign of li
fe anywhere. I don’t think she’ll run into any paparazzi.

Neither of us makes a move after I park the car. It’s almost like we’re trying to make time stop so our night together won’t end.

“I’ll walk you up to your room. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

She nods. The pain in her face is almost too much for me to handle. I feel like I’m being stabbed right in the chest.

“Will you just hold me for a few minutes?” Her voice is shaky. If she starts to cry I know I probably will too.

I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. I want to mem
orize everything about this moment, everything about our night together. I want to remember how she feels in my arms, and the scent of her strawberry shampoo as her hair tickles my nose, and the way she tastes when I kiss her…

Before I know it we’re making out like teenagers in the cab of my truck.

“Come up to my room,” she says breathlessly.

I jump out of the truck and hurry over to the passenger side as quickly as I ca
n considering I’ve got the hard-on of my life.

I pull Kat out of the truck and the two of us practically run into the resort. The place is eerily quiet as we hurry down the hallway toward her room. She has her keycard out before we even make it to her door and we’re inside her suite within seconds.

She grabs my hand and pulls me into the enormous bedroom area. I feel like a kid who’s just been told he can have recess again when he thought for sure he’d be stuck in math class for the afternoon.

Kat and I are like animals ripping each other’s clothes off and when we’re both naked I grab her and pull her close. Our lips and tongues quickly find each other again. Even though it’s been such a short time since I was inside of her I feel like a starved dog who has just been given his first meal in days. I can’t keep my hands off of every part of
her body.

Of course I didn’t bring the condoms with me. Never in a million years did I think I’d find myself in this position again.

“Do you have any protection?” I sound breathless, and needy.

She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill.”

All I can think about is Devon and all of the girls he’s been with. I’m sure Kat is thinking the same thing when she says, “Devon always used a condom. I never let him inside without one.”

Right now I want to be with Kat more than I want air, but a small part of me is still hesitant.

“I’ve been to a doctor,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve been tested. Because of Devon—and the other women.”

I grab Kat’s ass and lift her as she throws her legs around me. I feel like a caveman as I carry her over to the bed.

I lie her down and lie down next to her.

The fire between us rages as my lips and tongue explore her mouth. And my hands explore every inch of her soft skin.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” she pleads.

Our eyes lock as I push inside of her. This time, her body completely melds to mine, like we were made for each other.

I can’t believe how much different, and better, it feels not to wear a condom. The stimulation is so heightened I have to use all of my will power not to immediately come.

But my desire to please Kat is stronger. When we were t
ogether the first time I wanted to make it an experience she would never forget. This time, a little selfishly, I want to make sure she thinks about me whenever she’s with another man. I want this to be the experience by which she compares all others. And I want every other man to fall short.

I grab Kat’s hips so that I can move into her as deep as po
ssible. I push so deep that she actually writhes up and moans. But I don’t relent. I keep at it, thrusting faster and harder until she cries out my name.

I pause for just a split second as she clenches and clutches me. Then I go hard and fast again. I’m a man on a mission with my only goal to score another orgasm.

   “Oh, God,” she exclaims as I pound into her.

This time when she clenches I go with her. We both hang onto each other for dear life as the aftershocks roll through our bodies.

“You’re sweaty,” she remarks as she wipes at my brow.

I smile. “You gave me a bit of a workout.”

“How are we ever going to be able to stay so far away from each other?” Her eyes search mine as if she’s looking for the answer to one of life’s great mysteries.

“I don’t know.” It’s hard for me to admit that I don’t have all the answers. Cops are supposed to be problem solvers, but this is one problem that I’m not sure how to solve.

“Move to LA.” She looks as surprised as I do when the words pop out of her mouth.

“You’re still a movie star and I’m still a cop no matter where we live,” I remind her.

She actually looks crestfallen. It’s almost like when we’re together she forgets that she’s Katie Lawrence. She’s just Kat.

“You can’t be Kat forever.”

She heaves a big sigh. “I know.”

We both look at each other when fluid begins to leak onto the sheets.

“I think we just made a mess,” I comment, but make no attempt to remove myself from her.

She laughs. “Yeah, we kind of did.”

I bite back a smile. “Want to make an even bigger one?”

Her smile widens and her eyes sparkle with mischief. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about another workout?” I suggest.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

***

Knocking.
I’m awakened by the sound of knocking on the door. It takes me a moment to realize that I can’t move because Kat has her arms and legs wrapped around me almost like a vice.

“Kat?”
I whisper.

No response.

The knocking continues.

“Kat?”
I say a little louder as I try to ease myself from her tight grasp.

“What?” Her voice is still groggy with sleep.

“There’s someone at the door.”

“What time is it?” she asks as she releases her hold on me.

She wipes the sleep from her eyes then glances at the clock. It seems to take a few seconds to register. “Shit!”

She practically jumps out of the bed. “It’s nine o’clock. How did we sleep so late?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Maybe it was all that sex last night?”

We had a lot of sex.
Crazy amazing sex. Sex I will never forget for the rest of my life. Sex I know I will crave forever.

Whoever is outside the door is now pounding. Kat grabs a robe that’s hanging over a desk chair and puts it on.

I hop out of the bed and quickly pull on the sweatpants and sweatshirt I was wearing last night.

“You need to do something about your hair,” she grins at me. “It’s a mess.”

I laugh. “Yours is pretty bad too.”

We both look into the mirror together. I can’t help but notice what a great couple we make.

She turns toward me and pushes her fingers through my hair in an effort to fix it up. Since my hair is so short, it doesn’t take a lot of effort to make it look decent.

Kat grabs a
scrunchie from the dresser and puts her hair into a ponytail.

“I love when you pull your hair back like that,” I remark. “You look more your age.”

“You like it because I look like Kat.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with that?”

She smiles in return. “Absolutely nothing.”

“I need to go, don’t I?” I ask.

She nods. “And it’s daylight so we’ll have to find a way to sneak you out of the room without anyone noticing.”

“I do work security at the resort,” I remind her.

She looks me up and down. “Not in sweatpants and a sweatshirt you don’t.”

“Good point. Let me see what I can do.”

I grab my cell phone from my pocket and take it into the other room while I phone Teko. Luckily he was just getting ready to come to the resort and doesn’t mind bringing me a spare uniform.

As I’m just about to step back into the living area I see Elsie waving an iPad around. “This is bad.
Really, really bad. I expect to hear from your manager any minute. And your publicist. And your agent.” Her forehead is lined with concern. “They haven’t called yet, have they?”

Kat shakes her head.

I know I shouldn’t be spying on them, but I’m worried about Kat, and for some reason, I have a feeling she’s not going to tell me how much trouble our night together has caused.

When Elsie turns the iPad toward Kat, she furrows her brow and I can see she’s upset. “That was fast.”

“What did you expect? I was calling you all night. Didn’t you have your phone on? Where did you go? Everyone was looking for you and Devon is furious.”

“I don’t care.”

Elsie goes wide-eyed. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

“I don’t care,” she repeats. “I had the best night of my entire life and I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

Now Elsie’s eyes narrow to small slits. “Who were you with? Were you with that security guard slash bartender slash cop?”

“Hunter. His name is Hunter Wilde.”

I decide I’ve heard enough so I walk back into the room, “Did someone say my name?”  I glance at Kat. “Problem solved. Teko is going to drop off a uniform for me and I can just walk out as a security guard. No one will even know the difference.”

Elsie’s eyes are darting back and forth between us.