He hesitated in front of the banister. Something had sent Aly running, but he couldn’t think of what he had said or done. He shook his head and climbed the stairs.

He knew he wasn’t sharing much with her, but he was torn. He didn’t want to talk about Special Forces. He didn’t want her to know about the demons chasing him. He reached the top of the stairs and turned down the empty hallway.

Tonight he would sleep under the same roof as Aly, only she would be four floors below him. He turned the key in the lock and flipped on the lights.

Before dinner he had planned on picking up his bike tomorrow without a second thought and hitting the road as soon as Glen handed over the keys. Now he would be putting as many miles as he could between he and Aly. He would try to forget that Aly belonged in St. Claire and had already promised herself to another man. Even though he had never met this fiance, Wyatt knew his type. The type to always put himself before the woman in his life. Always chasing the next big thing and eventually, that meant replacing Aly down the road for a newer model. It was disgusting. Aly is a woman that should be cherished. She was special.

He wouldn’t think about how she looked when she smiled at him and how her hair had grazed his arm in the bar. He wouldn’t think about her living with him, giving him children, taking him to her bed. He would ride until there was so much space between them he wouldn’t be able to find his way back.

But just when he had resolved to leave town without her, she had given him the one thing he didn’t want. Hope.

There was a sliver of light in the way she had run away so quickly. It made him think she felt it too. She was running from the connection he knew they both felt. It was undeniable. Maybe they had more in common than either realized. It was easier to run than face the feelings that were staring you straight in the eye.

There was a glimpse of an open future. Aly didn’t belong with Mitchell. Wyatt knew that. But after hearing her talk, he wondered if she knew it yet too. She was still available, and the hell if he wasn’t going to stay in St. Claire and make sure she figured it out in time.

* * *

She was in the middle of the woods behind the inn. How had she gotten here? It was still dark outside. The moon and stars were like flashlights leading her down a dirt path that she had never noticed before. The pink silk of her nightgown swished around her ankles as she walked. Suddenly she noticed a figure in the distance. He turned around and she saw it was Wyatt. He was standing by a silver motorcycle that gleamed in the moonlight. She kept walking towards him. She was now right in front of him, he had no shirt or shoes on, just tight jeans that bulged with his thickness. His motorcycle was humming a low rumble. They stood there taking each other in, not speaking a word. Without warning, he grabbed her taking her in his bare arms. He devoured her tongue, making her breathless. He picked her up placing her on the bike. Forcing her legs open, he brought the silk fabric down into her folds before he started licking her insides. The friction of his tounge and the silk rubbing into her made her scream but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out. He kept lapping her juices. The bike’s vibrations on her ass made her eyes roll back in her head. She came to and looked down as his rough hands landed on her breasts. His fingers were peeling the gown down and she felt one nipple freed and then the other. He gripped one before his teeth landed on the nipple. He tugged and toyed, while his tongue flicked against her skin.

The nipple perked under the heat of his mouth. He blew across it. He kissed between her breasts, then moved to the other side, sucking hard. His teeth raked against her skin as he sank to his knees again, kissing and licking against her flesh.

She tried to moan but she was still silenced. She reached for the band of his jeans and felt his stiff cock through the rough fabric. She released it and stared in wonder. Wyatt placed her hand around it’s throbbing head and lead her to put it inside of her. She gasped. He entered her slowly, filling her completely until they were completely one. Aly felt the build up growing stronger as he thrust, the bike vibrating for both of them now. He pumped harder and she clung to him with a need that overtook her being. His eyes met hers and she closed her eyes knowing she was about to explode.

“Riiing, Riiiing”. The alarm clock buzzed loudly. Aly’s eyes shot open. She was tangled in white sheets that were twisted around her like a straight jacket. Her sheets. The familiar blue walls of her bedroom were dimly lit from the sun peeking through the lace curtains of her room. She rolled over, half expecting to not be sleeping alone. She sighed. It was a dream. Just a dream. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She realized then her legs were shaking.