Page 142 of Heartbeats & Highways

I shimmied the rest of the sheet off me and spread my legs. My hand went between my thighs, and I played with myself for a few moments before showing him my desire on the tips of my fingers.

He groaned as he began to unbuckle his belt. “This’ll have to be quick.”

“Fine by me.”

I gasped as he plunged into me. Not three violent thrusts later I was coming, hard, clenching around him. I squeezed him and lifted my legs, taking him deeper. His lips captured mine and he rolled his hips, coming with a jerk.

Savage buried his head in my neck, breathing hard.

I kissed his ear. “You don’t want to be late.”

He eased out of me and looked down at his half-erect shaft. “You made a mess.”

“I make no apologies,” I purred.

Savage grinned. He hiked up his boxers and then his pants.

“You’re not going to wash it off?”

“Nah, I want the reminder of you on me all day.” He kissed my lips and then my forehead. “I really do need to get out of here. But I left you a breakfast sandwich on the counter. See ya tonight.”

Savage kissed me again and then he was gone.

I was asleep before I even heard the front door close.

The next time I woke, it was to my alarm. I rolled out of bed, quickly making my way to the bathroom. Nausea rolled in my belly. I couldn’t wait for the morning sickness to pass.

After I showered and brushed my teeth, I dressed in a pair of jeans with an elastic waist and one of Savage’s flannels. I layered it with a man’s sweater I’d found at a thrift store.

I was cozy and warm, and as sweet as it was for Savage to leave me a breakfast sandwich, I put it in the fridge for later and headed down to the bakery for a hot meal.

Brielle was taking a batch of buttermilk blueberry donuts out of the oven when I entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” I chirped.

“Hey, gal,” she greeted with a smile.

“Are those donuts ready yet?” Jazz asked, popping into the back.

“Yes, they’re ready.” Brielle stuck her tongue out at Jazz, and she rolled her eyes.

“Can I get one of those?” I asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.” Brielle grabbed a plastic bakery sheet and quickly grabbed a warm donut and handed it to me. “You want to hang back here with me or eat out in the café?”

“Back here is great,” I said.

Jazz picked up the tray of donuts and headed to the front. “Tea this morning? Or hot chocolate?”

“Tea, please.”

“I shall return,” Jazz announced. “Brielle?”

“Coffee refill. Thanks.”

Jazz nodded and headed back up front.

“Busy today?” I asked.

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