Along for the Ride by Michelle M. Pillow Page B

they didn’t try to arrest him for bringing a loaded weapon onboard.
    And loaded it was.
    ‘Don’t worry, sir,’ the woman said knowingly behind him. ‘We will land in Montana soon enough.’
    Ryan gave a short laugh. Several times he had thought Megan might kiss him, but each time she had pulled back. Surely, she felt the electricity snapping between them, the potent sexual fire that needed to be quenched before it ignited them both. In greedy male arousal, he had fantasised about covering their bodies with a blanket so she could rub her steady hands up and down his stiff cock. He would be quiet, he knew he could be. No one would have to know. Too bad it wasn’t night-time. Then everyone would be asleep and it could be her head beneath the blanket in place of her hand. Would she do it? Would the law-abiding Megan protest? She hadn’t been averse to public lewdness the other night.
    Ryan nearly stumbled as he followed her on to the plane, watching her ass beneath the cotton pants. Mumbling a half-hearted apology to the woman whose foot he tripped over, he hurried to take his seat. He opened the overhead bin, grabbed a blanket and threw it down on to his seat before stowing Megan’s carry-on.
    Seeing Megan’s cool steadfast gaze lift from the blanket to look at him, all he managed to say was, ‘The last flight was cold.’

Chapter Five
     
    ‘Finally! I can’t believe we’re here.’ Sasha groaned, throwing her purse down on the lodge-house floor. After the seven-and-a-half-hour flight, they’d been forced to drive another hour and a half in a rented SUV to get to the lodge Beatrice had booked. That trip included a brief stop at a grocery store for supplies. It was only a little after three in the afternoon, but it felt like midnight. ‘Now no one wake me until this vacation is over. I just want to sleep forever.’
    The large wood cabin consisted of a living room surrounded by beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows – a perfect showcase to a flower-speckled valley leading to the mountainous distance. No signs or fences marred the countryside and, apart from a well-worn path, Megan saw no other signs of human life.
    She let her eyes drift over the knotted-pine walls decorated with old black and white miner photographs from the turn of the last century. The ceilings over the living room were high, only to lower over an open kitchen. Dark forest green and deep reds accented the furniture and gave a ‘country’ feel. A large stone fireplace dominated the wall opposite the kitchen.
    ‘Wow, look at this place!’ Kat instantly ran for the open stairway where, like the rest of the lodge, the steps were made of light wood.
    ‘It’s nice.’ Vincent, who was stuck carrying in the ladies’ suitcases along with the other two men, appeared less enthusiastic.
    ‘And you wanted to stop at some crummy hotel, Sasha.’ Kat stood at the top of the stairs where the hall was visible from the first floor. Her sister continued talking, but they couldn’t understand her as she disappeared down the hall, hidden by what appeared to be a wall blocking the rest of the hallway from view.
    ‘I don’t care where I am, so long as I can sleep,’ Sasha moaned in return. She stumbled her way to the couch, fell over and didn’t move.
    ‘I call the pink room,’ Kat yelled from above.
    ‘There should be a bedroom down here. Dad and I will take that,’ Beatrice said, going to open a door next to the kitchen. ‘Found a bathroom if anyone needs it.’
    Even as she said it, her mother disappeared inside.
    ‘I’ll take this room,’ Sasha said, still not moving.
    ‘Megan, you should take the blue room,’ Kat said. ‘You’re the pre-honeymooners and it has a big hot tub in the bathroom.’
    Megan frowned.
    ‘Don’t worry, darling,’ Kat continued loudly. ‘We got a tub, too.’
    ‘Uh,’ Sasha groaned. ‘Katarina, shut up! I’m trying to sleep.’
    ‘Then go upstairs,’ Beatrice scolded, coming out of her chosen bedroom.