Page 61 of Hairpin Curves

Megan threw an arm over her head, laughing despite her sudden frustration, that laugh quickly turning to a gasp as Scarlett began to steadily fuck her with the toy again. Scarlett was a complete tease, and wonderful, and Megan was going to fall apart in moments.

“Don’t worry.” Scarlett kissed her on the sensitive spot just below her ear and started to fuck her again, rubbing against her clit with each perfect thrust. “I’ll never leave you hanging.”

Megan groaned again as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak and then took her over the edge.

Megan was so fucked.

Scarlett was so fucked. If Megan wasn’t so amazing in bed, she could blow this off as a simple dalliance. But now, body weak after coming three times, hard, she stared up at the peaked roof of the cabin and counted how fucked she was. She’d known it was a terrible idea to sleep together again, but Megan had been right there, eager, willing, so soft and sweet, and the next thing she knew, she was coming for a final time with her legs draped over Megan’s shoulders.

There was no good way back from this.

This was not going to get rid of her crush at all. And she was still calling it a crush, even though she knew the truth as surely as she knew anything; she was in love with Megan. She was in love with Megan the way she fell in love with so many others—entirely, consumingly, completely, and yet also with the deep knowledge that unlike everyone else, she knew Megan. She’d known her for her entire childhood, and after the hiatus in between, had grown even closer to her during this trip. She couldn’t move on from Megan the way she might move on from another failed relationship.

Best not to let this become a relationship at all. At least then, she could prevent this heartbreak from getting any worse.

Right?

Megan had been clear with her feelings on sex, and how she didn’t need it to mean anything. Scarlett had had plenty of dalliances with those same parameters. This could have been fine, but no; she had to go and fall in love with Megan. Like always.

Megan was already dozing off next to her, sex toys forgotten on the floor to be cleaned in the morning, and Scarlett couldn’t imagine falling asleep anytime soon. She waited until the breathing next to her evened out, until Megan seemed to be completely asleep, and then carefully extricated herself from the bed and pulled her pajamas back on.

The night seemed less dark with the snow outside. Every bit of light from cabin windows was reflected and enhanced by the sparkling white depths covering every available surface. It was still snowing, burying the last traces of furniture in the yard, the footpaths vanishing. While the hotel grounds crew had come through in the morning with the snowblowers to clear those walkways, the snow slowly reclaimed them, until all the defining lines were blurred.

Scarlett wrapped a blanket around herself and sat on a chair facing out the windows. That was her life right now, wasn’t it? Defining lines were blurred. Here on this road trip, they were in a liminal space, a period of transition where they could make their own rules and live out of each other’s pockets. But in another week or two, they’d be back to Florida—separate homes, separate lives, separate ambitions. Megan would find some new project and commit fully to it, and Scarlett would continue stringing together temp jobs, their lives orbiting similar stars but never crossing.

Sleeping with Megan was a bad idea, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. This was some of the best sex she’d ever had, sure, but she’d also had the privilege of watching Megan Harris lose her composed exterior and fall apart beneath Scarlett’s hands and lips. And it wasn’t just sex, either. Megan had opened up in other ways—her dreams, her fears, the ways she’d held herself back. Megan wasn’t going to be the same person after this trip.

Maybe Scarlett didn’t have to be, either.

“You okay?”

Megan’s voice behind Scarlett made her jump. She hadn’t heard her come downstairs, and now she stood behind Scarlett’s chair, visible in the reflection on the windows. Scarlett met her gaze in that reflection. “I keep thinking about after all this is done,” Scarlett said.

“The snow?”

“The trip.”

“Oh.” Megan came around to the side of her chair. “I’m trying not to think about it.”

That kind of denial would make it easier for Scarlett to sleep. She tried to smile. “Probably for the best.”

“You think we shouldn’t have slept together?” Megan asked, in her characteristic Megan bluntness.

Scarlett rubbed a hand over her face. It was way too middle-of-the-night for them to be having this discussion. “I don’t know. Probably.”

“Maybe we should stop. Take a few steps back.” Megan shrugged, like it was a casual decision to make, on par with choosing a fast-food place for drive-thru lunch.

If she could offer it up that casually, then she wasn’t nearly as affected by this as Scarlett was. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“You want me to sleep on the couch tonight?” Megan asked.

Scarlett shook her head. “Nah. It’s fine. The couch sucks.”

“Come on back to bed.”

Megan held out her hand. If only she were making that offer under different circumstances. If only she wanted the same things as Scarlett, things she’d always wanted but could never have.

She took Megan’s hand and let herself be led back upstairs.