Prologue #2
The cold burns my lungs as we pull out of the garage and take off down the path. Snow kicks up all around us into sparkling clouds of white. Behind us, the Georges’ house shrinks into the distance, but I can faintly make out the people on the back patio.
Maxton, Sage, and my sister…
A laugh bubbles out of me as I turn away from them and focus on the path ahead. My grip around his waist tightens, and I feel his chest vibrate as he groans at my touch.
I don't know where he’s going. He is just driving, following the tree line for a while before he turns onto a narrow clearing through the woods. One of his hands reaches behind, gripping my thigh and causing my entire body to heat up. His mouth is near my ear.
Soon, we break through the treeline in front of an adorable cabin of dark wood and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the frozen lake. He pulls the snowmobile to a stop near the steps leading to the front door of the quaint little cottage.
Daemon climbs off first, pulling a key from his pocket as he stares at me. His eyes seem brighter than they did back at the party, and I think I was right about him needing to do something wild tonight.
“Is this place yours?” I ask, stumbling off the snowmobile after him. His strong hand steadies me before my shaking legs give out.
“Just until tomorrow.” He holds out his hand to me, and I don’t hesitate before lacing my fingers with his. Together, we walk inside his secluded rental.
It’s warm inside the small space despite the excess of windows lining every wall.
To the left there is a small kitchen area with a two person table, and on the right, there’s a sofa and a television mounted above an electric fireplace.
Straight ahead is a giant, king-size bed, covered in blankets and pillows that look so cozy.
Quickly, I kick off my boots and toss my jacket into the hook by the door. With a flirty smile over my shoulder, I walk across the room and climb up on the bed.
Daemon follows my lead, removing his shoes and jacket by the door. He saunters toward me, looking my a fucking dream in a suit. Stopping a few feet from the bed, he smiles and says, “You're trouble.”
My head tilts to the side as my smile grows. “You're just now figuring that out?”
Before I can say anything else, he closes the distance between us in two strides, finding a spot between my spread thighs. His hand comes up, tangling in my curls and forcing my head up until our eyes lock.
“Tell me to stop.” His words are barely a whisper as he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine.
“No,” I sigh. My hands grip his suit jacket and push it off his shoulders.
His next breath is unsteady. “Tell me this is a mistake.”
I shake my head, rolling my forehead against his. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Tell me this is crazy.” He drops his face to my neck, inhaling deeply before his nose ghosts against my skin.
“It’s definitely crazy.” My hands pull at his tie, undoing the knot, and throwing it across the room.
“Tell me you don’t want this…” His words trail off a moment before he nips at the sensitive skin of my collar bone. A deep, rumbling groan vibrates against my skin causing goosebumps to break out, pebbling my flesh.
“I do want this. I want you.”
Daemon tears his face away from my neck, and his eyes bounce between mine, ensuring that I’m being honest about what I claim to want. Whatever confirmation he’s looking for must be there, because in a flash, his mouth is on mine, and he’s prying my lips apart with his tongue.
My surrender to him is immediate, and I have no regrets about letting this gorgeous man ravage my body. This isn’t how I planned on ending my night, but who am I to question what was clearly meant to happen.
“Fuck me, Daemon,” I whisper into the kiss. His approving groan is the only warning I get before he climbs up onto the bed.
I feel like I’m sweating when I start to stir awake. Outside the window, some bird is cawing, and the wind is loud as it whirls through the trees. My eyes dart around my unfamiliar surroundings, but memories of last night creep in before my panic sets in.
Daemon, the hockey god, worshipped every inch of my body for hours last night. He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit me in places I never dreamed of until I came again and again with his name on my lips.
A chill wracks my body just thinking about everything that happened between us.
Sitting up, I look around the room, but I don’t spot Daemon anywhere. Brows pulling together in confusion, I wrap one of the fleece blankets around me and head to the bathroom.
Daemon isn’t in there either. Other than the tiny bathroom, this cabin is just one large room. He left me here…
I wait for the anger or annoyance to appear, but the only thing I feel is overwhelming disappointment. It’s not an emotion I’m used to feeling after a guy pulls a smash and dash on me.
Wrapping the fleece blanket tighter around me, I tread across the cold wood floor toward the bed. The welcoming feel of this cabin is long gone, and I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
Suddenly, I feel more exposed than I did when Daemon had me spread for him on the kitchen counter at two this morning. I need to find my clothes and get the hell out of here.
Tossing my pants, shirt, and bra on the bed, I scan the floor around the bed for my socks and panties. I find my socks kicked beneath the large bed, but my underwear seem to have vanished.
Annoyed, I shimmy into my leggings and pull on my shirt, deciding to forego the bra. No one will be able to tell that I’m not wearing it once I have my jacket on.
When I reach for my jewelry I placed on the bedside table before falling asleep last night, I notice a piece of paper with my name scribbled across the top. My heart stutters in my chest at what this could mean. Maybe he didn’t leave, and he went to grab coffee or run an errand.
However, the first line of his note takes away any hope of his return.
Gianna
I’m sorry that I left before you woke up. I needed to return the snowmobile and get my car from the Georges’ house. By the time you wake up, I’m sure I’ll be halfway back to Hudson.
Thank you for last night. You were right. I needed to do something crazy. Going home with a woman nearly half my age is definitely wild.
Take care of yourself. Below is my card information. Please use it to take an Uber wherever you need to go.
Daemon
Rolling my eyes, I contemplate crumpling up his note.
He thinks leaving his credit card information is enough to make up for him ditching me in the middle of nowhere.
He’s an asshole, and the card information is the least he could do.
The most would be to stay or have the decency to wake me up to say goodbye.
I note the card number scribbled at the bottom, followed by the billing information. It’s not only his zip code. He included the actual address for the card.
If I were a complete psycho, I would totally look up the address and see if he actually lives there. Though, I’m not that bad when it comes to my wild ways.
A slow smile creeps across my face when an idea comes to me. This is going to be so much fun.