Chapter 3

I didn't realize Nevada was such a long hours away from Chicago, I would've rethought my options, or taken two flights instead of a straight passage.

I must've dozed off a couple of times, allowing myself a treat from the snacks and beverages by the porter.

I was lucky enough to have the seat next to me empty and the cabin quiet. It wasn't first class but it was definitely comfortable throughout the entire ride.

We arrived at Nevada in the early hours of the day, it was still dusk and the sun was yet to rise. I grabbed my bag and asked for the nearest motel to lodge.

Thankfully, two other passengers, couples from the way they kept touching each other, were going the way so the three of us boarded a bus to the motel.

When we got there, I gave the place a suspicious look. It had the aura of those haunted motels in movies and I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Easy, princess," the guy passenger said with a laugh, "you look like you just developed a hernia."

His girlfriend smacked his chest. "Stop it, Todd," she gave me an apologetic look. "Don't listen to him, it's a lovely place."

I heavily doubted that.

"You come here often?" I asked as we walked through the front doors and she nodded.

"Yep, I'm a native so this is kind of my childhood."

"Oh," I said with a smile and she winked.

We got our respective rooms, and unfortunately, we weren't close to each other at all. It was sad because I would have to leave the moment the sun was out.

"Jess," I called before they would head for their rooms and she gave me an open look, "Is there a diner nearby?"

She smiled softly, "The motel has one, just go down the hall and take the first turn by your right. You'll find it."

"Thank you," she nodded and waved goodbye before walking off with Todd.

As I stared after them, I briefly thought of my parents and how they would soon realize that I was gone.

I smiled, but it wasn't out of guilt but out of a thrill I hadn't felt in years.

I followed Jess' directions and found the diner, the smell of eggs and bacon thick in the air.

"Good morning," I greeted the waitress behind the counter. "Can I get a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee?"

The redhead bobbed her head with a bright smile. "Sure, darling," she had that southern drawl and it was kind of comforting.

I gave her a polite smile and was about to turn away when I felt a presence beside me.

My breath caught when I looked up to see the dazzling male standing by my side.

He had a head of shaggy dark blonde hair and towered over me by several inches. I sucked in a breath, inhaling his fresh pinewood and mint scent.

It was intoxicating and sent a chill down my spine.

He didn't even give me a look, and I could barely hear what he was saying. My eyes were too fixated on the thickness of his neck and the bulge in his arms.

He was too delicious looking for a man and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Sorry," the waitress's voice popped in my ear. "the last cinnamon roll just went to the lady "

He turned, ever so slowly, locking eyes with me and I whimpered. "You stole my breakfast."

Damn it. Why did he have to have such a seductive voice too? It wasn't fair!

I quickly caught myself, clearing my throat. "Technically, I ordered it first. First come, first served "

He laughed, the deep timbre running down my spine. I liked the way it sounded on him.

I didn't know who led who but somehow we found ourselves in a table, conversing over cups of coffee and a shared cinnamon roll.

"Do you always flirt this hard over pastries?" I teased, sipping from my cup.

He shrugged, leaning back and giving me a generous view of his defined face. "Only when the thief is this cute."

The corners of my lips tugged upwards and he chuckled, his deep blue pools twinkling with mirth.

I didn't know if it was just his face or his charm, but there was something different about him. Something I hadn't seen in a long time.

"So would you give me the honour of knowing your name?" I cocked a brow and he laughed. "What? We can share a cinnamon roll but not give names."

I laughed softly and stretched a hand. "Tara."

"Tara," my name rolled out of his tongue smoothly and I nearly moaned in response. "I'm Jason."

He took my hand and electricity shot up my arm and I exhaled. It was loud enough for him to hear because his plump lips curled wickedly.

"Do you believe in fate, Tara?"

I frowned, "What?"

He pulled me closer, and I grabbed the edge of the table to keep me grounded. Our noses were nearly touching and his breath fanned my face.

"Because I think we were meant to meet each other, Tara."

Oh, damn. I loved the way he called my name. It made me feel so dirty and my mind spurred with ideas.

"Oh, really?"

He leaned forward, his hot breath close to my ear. "Come with me, let me show you what else fate has in store for us."

Was he actually-

I leaned back, staring at his face and my eyes widened. He really wanted us to do it.

I had to admit, I'd never done this before. One night stands wasn't really my thing but that was old Tara and this was the new me.

The new Tara who wasn't afraid of challenges and wouldn't back down from one.

"Okay then, cowboy," I whispered into his ear, running my fingers through his arm. "Show me what you got."

He grabbed my wrist and tugged me up, his eyes blazing with a passionate fire and I enjoyed it.

We stumbled out of the diner like drunken teens, giggling and kissing all the way. My hands roamed everywhere, touching and grabbing as much as I could.

He didn't refrain from doing the same either, and when we arrived in front of his door, we had to step apart so he could open it.

The moment the door was open, our mouths found each other again, and I mewled into his mouth when he grabbed my ass, squeezing tightly.

He pushed me back and I landed on the bed with a gasp. I watched dazed and panting as he took off his shirt, the smoothness of his chest and stomach stole my breath.

"Jason," I whispered, when he leaned forward to capture my mouth in his, his hand palming my sensitive breast.

He groaned when I rubbed my thigh against the hardness in his jeans.

"Fuck, Tara!" He groaned, biting into my neck and I screamed. A mix of pleasure and pain exploding inside me.

"Can you see it?" He asked, panting as he hurriedly took off his jeans while I tore away my clothes.

"Can you fucking feel it, Tara?" He growled into my ear, rubbing his length against my wetness. "Can you feel what fate has in store for us?"

My mouth dropped open but no words came out. What in the hell was this?

I've had sex before but it was nothing like this. Never like this.

Pools of tears gathered in my eyes, my chest tightening with increasing pressure.

Jason grabbed fistfuls of my hair and tugged, releasing the pent up moan from my mouth.

"Say my name, Tara!" He sunk into me with tenacity and I cried out, my fingers gathering the blankets in a fist.

"Jason!!!"