Chapter 19
Hunter is my impossible dream.
My all-encompassing wish.
What I want the most in life and won’t get. But I am used to desiring unreachable things. I am not pitying myself—it’s a fact. Every rejection shaped my walls and made them harder, but the essence remained the same—too soft, easily breakable, a romantic fool.
I am afraid he’s going to be the exception. The one thing I crave until my last breath and beyond. It’s not a simple infatuation. He’s home—his body, his scent, his heartbeats. The feel of him is so familiar; it’s as if our souls have been intertwined for eternity, paving a connection that transcends time and space.
I never believed in destiny. I should start believing in it and hope there is a higher plan for me. At least then, I won’t give in to dejection.
I can have him for a bit. Don’t be greedy.
Propped on my elbow, I watch him sleep. He’s so beautiful that my heart twitches, twists, bends, and swells simultaneously. Why did it have to be you, Hunter? No one will ever compare to you . For a heart that longs like mine, you’re something I could never call mine .
A tear slips free. I thought I’d overcome the sadness. That I would be above that by now. Yet, it’s more than that; it’s as if I am nostalgic for something we could have but never will.
Everything is limited with him: his time, his feelings, his body. And it has to happen on his terms. I’ve always believed that if people tell you what they can offer, believe them. That fight seldom ends with winning something, but you can lose everything.
I already did. I lost my heart to him, to this man who would protect me physically from everything when he’s the biggest threat to my happiness.
My fingers itch to thread through his shiny, black hair, trace that sculpted jaw and elegant straight nose, those thick and curly eyelashes, those high cheekbones, and defined mouth. But it’s what’s on the inside that has me protective of him. He’s good—so good. I’d treasure his heart and guard it with everything in me.
Another tear slips free, and I let it roll down my cheek, tasting the saltiness and all the unfulfilled wishes. Done with my pity party, I swipe at the corners of my eyes, dabbing the wetness away. Thinking back, all the glares, the fighting, and the silent treatment were foreplay.
“My little stalker,” he says in a husky, sleepy voice, his wide grin clutching my heart in an unyielding grip.
“Who says I was looking at you?”
His silver eyes pop open, giving me an entirely too conceited look. Just like that, my sour mood vanishes.
“Then what got your attention?” he asks, brows furrowed, being so adorable.
“No one. Ugh, you were right. I was looking at you, just at you.”
I reassure him, sensing he needs it. While he boasts a confident persona, behind that is a scared, unsure man. I would like to hug his vulnerable side and assure him he’s safe with me.
“I know, Bailey. I just love it when you say it.”
He rolls me over and nuzzles his mouth against my neck. “We only have a week.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, not wanting him to catch on to my wayward emotions.
“Are you sore?”
Instinctively, my thighs clench together. I am a bit, but I want him more. That is the perfect summary of what I feel for him. I’ll take the pain because the pleasure is worth it.
He kisses my neck, awakening my desire with every sensual nibble. Just then, a sharp rap of knuckles echoes from the front door.
He snaps his head toward the sound and shouts, “Fuck off. We’re busy.”
I don’t know if the air carried his message downstairs, but another set of knocks follows, this one more urgent.
“Fucking shit. Don’t move from the bed, I’m not done with you,” he says, and that command is so damn sexy. He pulls on sweatpants and stomps downstairs. I am too jittery, so I pull on his T-shirt and follow him.
Celine and Mia are on the other side of the door. We keep blinking at each other until Mia’s cheeks turn beet red, and heat rushes to mine.
“That was fast,” Celine clears her throat, looking at me as if asking if I am all right. I offer a small nod.
“I won’t be the one telling Abi you’re deviating from her plan,” Mia says, thankfully changing the topic.
“I’ll deal with Barbie,” Hunter sighs. But maybe it will be good for me to follow Abi’s itinerary. If I stay wrapped up in him for the week, the withdrawal will be too hard to survive.
“We’ll be there in five,” I tell them.
The intent look he casts my way has my belly flipping. His dark gaze promises salacious things I can’t wait to experience. I tilt my head, letting him know I am up for the challenge.
He mumbles as he pulls on his black snowboarding suit with silver stripes. He looks too damn good in it, fitting his mouthwatering body perfectly. I bite down my amusement at his grumbled words. “Shitty friends. Cockblockers. I’ll show you what happens when you deny me.” The last part has wetness pooling between my legs.
I laugh under my breath. I like him a bit riled up. He’s an expert at doing that to me, and I advocate for fairness. My grin stretches wide, enjoying that I can affect him a tad too much.
After putting on thermal underwear, I dress in a white jacket and red pants, checking myself in the mirror. Hunter gets behind me and wraps his arms around me. He brushes his nose along my neck while slowly zipping my jacket. Even this gesture is sexual to me. I am on a direct path to becoming a sex addict.
I know he’s doing it on purpose.
“I’m going to make you lose your mind tonight. That’s what happens when you deny yourself—it’s my fucking right.”
My insides burn so hot I might combust, but his blatant possessiveness always elicits that reaction. Make me yours and keep me. Damn you. It feels like I was made for you, you stubborn male . Our eyes lock in the mirror, and I say, “Your right, huh?”
“Keep this shit up. I’m going to spank your ass, and I guarantee you won’t question me again. Tonight, kitten.”
With that veiled threat of a hard fucking, he leaves me all hot and bothered. I’d rather take a cold shower than endure this wanton state.
The crisp air helps to dampen my raging desire, thankfully. He secures my snowboard and his onto the ATV.
Abi walks to my side wearing a pink ski suit and elbows me playfully. “You look thoroughly fucked. No wonder Hunter is glaring at me.”
“Ignore him.”
“I can, but can you do the same?”
“I’m trying my best and failing spectacularly.”
“I like the way he looks at you. And more than that, how he’s always protecting you, but…”
I hear the implication loud and clear. Can he protect my heart too?
I exhale a long breath, my heart heavy with despondency. “It’s going to hurt like hell, won’t it?”
She wraps one arm around me and holds me tightly. “I hope he realizes you’re the best thing to happen to him.”
Sadly, I sometimes feel like I am the worst thing that could happen to him. We’re content in our own pain and misery before someone sheds light on them. I was like that before he showed up and scratched at my surface, deep enough for some dormant wishes and desires to slip free. It’s impossible to shove them back inside now.
Dane calls to Abi, and she joins him in front of their ride. Blake carries their ski equipment from the cabin while Mia heads my way.
“I hope you’re the one who can get through to Hunter. Please be patient with him. I see the change, and knowing him, he will try to fight this,” she says, squeezing my hand.
“He’s already fighting it.”
“Hold on to hope, even when it’s hard. I wish I knew what troubles him, but he looks lighter. Thank you for that.”
Tears glisten in her eyes, and I hug her. “You don’t have to thank me. But I don’t know if the person he wants is me.”
“If it’s not you, then it’s no one.”
She leaves me to ponder her words and hops onto the ATV behind Blake. I do the same, crossing my arms around Hunter’s torso. It’s so easy to get lost in the image that we’re a couple too. Kaden, Celine, Dane, and Abi round out the group in front.
“Are you okay?” Celine asks me once we reach our destination at the foot of the valley.
I shrug. This dichotomy—living my life with one foot in paradise and the other in purgatory—might split me apart.
“You know what I realized? I don’t know him as much as I’d like. I was so wrapped up in my hurt and anger I lost the chance to dig into Hunter’s troubles and failed to realize that he has been putting on a show.” She looks at him, sadness veiling her expression. “I love you both and see how good you are for each other…”
Are my friends projecting? Why do they keep saying that?
While deep in my thoughts, the majestic scenery of the mountains nearly passes me by. I am sure this natural habitat is spectacular in every season, with the endless lake and barely-touched nature. My emotional anguish won’t end anytime soon, so I take in the peaks breaking through the sky and the tall snow-covered trees dressed in glittering diamonds.
When we stop in the small town, the guys tense, always looking from right to left, dripping with suspicion.
“Guys, cut it out. You’re drawing attention to us,” Celine says.
“Cassandra wouldn’t have sent us here if she thought we might be in danger,” Abi reminds them.
Dane’s brow furrows. “Yes, and that is suspicious as fuck.”
“She’s planning something, and that was why she sent us away,” Blake counters.
“So what? Aren’t you tired of always fighting? I am, so just stop it, and let’s enjoy this,” Mia says.
“At least try,” I suggest.
Hunter’s eyes turn to slits. “I don’t like the secrecy one bit.”
“No one does, but I’ll find out what’s going on. Now let’s try to unwind,” Kaden says, and we all nod.
After we buy our lift tickets, we hop on the gondola, taking us high onto the mountain. Hunter leans on the opposite glass wall, watching me, which makes it challenging to imprint this scenic view into my memory. Lucky for us, I can come back here anytime.
Abi pulls her phone out, and we take selfies before the guys photo-bomb our girls-only pictures. For a moment, we’re just college students having a good time, not heirs to a corrupt legacy whose lives are being threatened. As I take some pictures, the group engages in a snowboard versus ski conversation.
“You could snowboard. It’s okay if you’d prefer that, baby,” Mia tells Blake, who looks at her incredulously.
“Where you go, I go.”
I swoon, hugging them. I am so happy for my friends.
On top of the mountain is an après-ski location where people congregate, drink, and have fun. Sun lounges stretch out along the edge of the mountain, and music blares from the speakers. The good vibe catches me, drawing a smile from me.
Two by two, my friends take off down the mountain. I tap my snowboard and slide down in long curves. Surrounded by a blanket of snow and the sun casting its light all around me, this place appears as if I am on another planet. It’s glittery and peaceful, making it easy to forget everything else. But not for long.
As I reach the top of the hill again after my run, I catch a group of girls giggling at Hunter, who has taken off his helmet and is basking in the sun. The one on the right points at him, and another nearly trips on her feet, ogling him.
Three other girls are arguing over who gets to call dibs on him and how hot he is, and that pisses me off. I hate that I can’t be secure enough in what we have to stop the jealousy from ripping into my confidence.
One week. One damn week, that’s all, and then he’ll be free to be with someone else.
After three runs down the slopes, I tell my friends I’m thirsty and head inside the ski lodge. It’s an open space with thick wood columns boasting a cabin-like atmosphere. Everywhere you look from the floors to the tables, wood dominates the space. An intricate wooden bar spans the entire wall on the left side, and a huge fireplace fills the right corner. The large windows offer natural light, making the rustic space feel cozy.
The smell of food wafts through the air as people chat animatedly, drinking and enjoying their meals.
I am at the bar when the guy next to me flashes me a smile. “I thought this place was beautiful. But it’s you who’s making it more so.”
Not used to that attention and blatant attempt at flirting, I smile awkwardly, asking for a hot chocolate.
“I’m Nick.”
“And she’s taken,” Hunter says in a gravelly voice behind me that has goose bumps erupting on my skin.
“Well, mate. I haven’t been jealous many times in my life, but you’re one lucky guy.”
“Actually, we’re not together,” I blurt out.
He only wants me for a week. There’s no reason for him to claim otherwise.
Hunter’s nostrils flare, pinning me with a hard look that promises an even harder fuck. That won’t deter me. I am on an emotional rampage, fueled by jealousy.
“Well, that changes everything,” Nick says, and I sweep my gaze over him. With his thick blond hair, straight nose, and full lips, he looks nice. Even behind his ski attire, he appears to be in good shape.
“You seem like the type who cares about how he looks. Don’t make me rearrange your features, mate,” Hunter spits the last part out.
I plaster on my fakest smile and even pat Hunter’s arm. “I’m sorry, my friend here is very protective of me.”
Hunter grits his teeth and whispers in my ear, “I’ll show you ‘friend’ tonight. You’re going to erase that word from your vocabulary when thinking of me.”
“I would say he’s more territorial.” Nick chuckles as he drinks his beer.
I take my mug of hot chocolate and storm outside. Did I want to make Hunter jealous with the show I put on back there? Probably, so he can feel a smidgen of what I must endure with him all the time. I inhale deeply once outside, trying to calm the emotional storm wracking my insides.
“What was that?” he asks me, sounding contrite.
“I was having a conversation.”
“Are you doing this shit on purpose, Bailey?”
I can’t answer him because the honest answer would be yes, even though I don’t want to. And it’s not like he did anything wrong.
Shame pokes at my ribs, and I lower my head, kicking at the snow. But I’m entitled to my feelings, and I shouldn’t have to apologize for them.
My eyes travel across the blue sky to the white slopes. This is paradise on earth, but my mind is trapped in limbo.
Unrequited love sucks.
Hunter sucks even worse.
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t really having a conversation. I have needs now.”
“Tell me again about your fucking needs someone else might take care of, and he won’t live to tell about it.”
“What is your problem now ? This whole I want you, but I don’t want you thing is getting tiring. I am not your plaything.”
That shuts him up. I place the still-full mug on the nearest table, grab my board, and dart into the next gondola. The doors slide closed before he can get in, and I cross my arms, jutting my chin out. He slams his fists on the doors, trying to open them. We stare each other down until the lift moves up to the second-highest peak.
There are few people here, but I need that adrenaline spike to focus on something else. The higher elevation propels me faster down the slope. I rotate my hips, sliding from one curve to the next seamlessly. Everything whooshes around me as I speed down the hill, but it’s like my brain has one direction—him.
The run passes by too fast and does nothing to alleviate my inner anguish. Sighing, I pick up my board and head back to where I left him.
The “I need a bit of time to clear my head” mission clearly failed. Hunter’s still on my mind. What’s even worse is he is perched at an outside table with a drink in front of him. Two seconds later, a girl sashays over to him. The corners of his lips arch, but the smile never reaches his eyes. It’s that smile, almost like an automatic process he always uses, that means nothing.
Inhaling deeply, I take a second to calm down, not wanting to get locked up for homicide. The more she shifts toward him, the more he slides in the opposite direction. It’s done so smoothly and effortlessly that I barely catch it. If I think on it, I have never seen him allow any girl to get too near him.
I can’t stay away. Not only does jealousy take the reins, but also the need to protect him from whatever makes him uncomfortable.
I march in his direction and plop down on his lap. I watch with pleasure as the girl scurries away without a word. Now that I have made my point, I move to stand up, but Hunter’s arm snakes around my waist.
“Stay here. It’s your place, isn’t it, especially after that fucking entrance?”
“Hunter, you drive me crazy.”
“The feeling is bloody mutual, kitten.”
He kisses that spot on my neck and says, “Don’t run from me again.”
But running to you comes with heartbreak…
“I didn’t run away. I just needed a few minutes to myself.”
“I almost lost my shit because I couldn’t reach you.” He sounds so pained that I swallow my selfishness. It already hurts, and I still have him. But when I don’t, it will be agonizing.
“We’re not here to sunbathe. Hit the slopes, you two,” Kaden says before he takes off again, conquering the mountain with Celine right next to him.
“I swear that guy lives to give orders,” Hunter mumbles.
“It must come naturally to the firstborn in the Family.”
He shrugs and jerks his chin toward the highest slope. “You like adrenaline, kitten. Let’s go up and you try to beat me.”
The challenge has me instantly standing up.
From this vantage point, everything looks minuscule when we reach the highest peak. We’re nothing in the face of almighty nature. It’s humbling.
He smirks. “You can call it quits, kitten.”
He wishes. Batting my lashes at him, I slam his visor shut, then take off.
“You little cheat,” I hear him say—a whisper carried by the wind as I glide down the mountain, hopping off small hills in a steady whoosh, whoosh. But then, out of nowhere, he speeds past me. I stop in my tracks. His tricks are so damn amazing. Each move capturing all my attention. He rolls in the air and lands on his feet. He’s flying, utterly in control.
At the end of the slope, we both take off our helmets and stare at each other. He grins, and I want to bathe in his joy and rejoice at how he looks right now—untroubled, his guard down and at ease. That easygoing look on his face is what I want to see all the time.
“That was impressive,” I say, and he sends me a lopsided grin, melting me.
“I had to impress you.”
“You don’t have to use tricks to do that.”
“Is that so?”
Our mouths collide as if we’re two magnets pushed together by the unbending rules of physics. We kiss until someone clears their throat. Parting, we both gasp for air, and he sends a murderous look to whoever interrupted us.
I cup his cheek. “It’s okay. You can kiss me however you want once we return to the cabin.”
He leans into my touch, smirking. “I’ll do so much more.”
It’s a wonder I don’t break my neck while I make three more runs. All I can think about is that promised pleasure, making me eager to experience it.
My hunger for food is sated, but my craving for orgasms got worse.
After the group and I finish lunch, we linger over drinks. Hunter and I keep stealing glances at each other, the unspoken tension hanging in the air.
“Stop eye-fucking each other. There are children present,” Dane scoffs.
“Someone is just impatient,” Abi says, trying to curb his mood shift. She’s the only one who does it effortlessly.
“Princess, you know what helps, so what are we waiting for?”
Our group bursts into laughter. I want more days and similar carefree experiences like this with my friends. Hopefully, that’ll be the case soon.
By the time we return to the cabins, I am beat—and I am not the only one. Dane carries Abi in his arms, Kaden gives Celine a piggyback ride, and Blake has Mia slung over his shoulder.
“I don’t want to see any of you until tomorrow,” Hunter says to their backs before his heated gaze lands on me. As goose bumps erupt on my skin, he lifts me off the ground and spins me around.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, he crashes his mouth on mine, blindly trying to open the door. His groans, ringing of impatience, are endearing, and a peal of giggles rolls out of my mouth. Swiping the card takes him several attempts because he won’t stop kissing me. Not that I am complaining.
He places me down, and the shift in temperature is so sudden that it doesn’t help me with my tiredness. But the hunger flaming in his eyes does.
He unzips me quickly, and driven by uncontained passion, we rip each other’s clothes off. Then he runs outside, checks the water in the hot tub, and hurries back inside. Scooping me up, he rushes us over to the tub. A squeal parts my lips as I hold on to him.
The chilly air only hits my heated skin for a few seconds before he submerges us, and then the hot temperature envelops me. While the water bubbles all around us, he backs me into the corner, and I feel the jets on my back, massaging my skin. He kisses me so ardently I could live just off his kisses alone.
One hand digs into my ass cheek, kneading it, while the other palms my breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging and twisting at my nipple. I breathe a moan into his mouth. His sensual kisses drug me, the euphoric kick so damn addictive, I don’t want to ever come down from the high.
Lifting my eyes, I take in the millions of stars peppering the sky. The dreamy image doesn’t hold my attention for long because he’s the most beautiful sight bathed in the stars’ light.
His touch fires every atom in me. I light up even more than the sky flickering above our heads. Cupping his cheeks, I plant my mouth on his, pouring all my feelings, vulnerability, and unspoken wishes into the kiss. That only fuels his hunger because he’s getting even harder, his touch almost rough. I love it when he loses control.
In one swift move, he turns me around. The jet stream hits my clit, and I pull back at the sudden burst of pleasure, but I am met with resistance in the shape of his hard front.
“No, no, kitten. Take it.”
Gripping the edge of the hot tub, I fall into the arms of bliss.
His arm curls around my thigh with the promise of more, and when he slips two fingers inside of me, I am so wet and ready. The sounds rushing out of me are all needy, but the combination of his fingers and the water is simply not enough. I need his cock, so I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Such a greedy girl, wanting my cock.”
“Give it to me already,” I whine, tightening my grip on the edge of the hot tub.
“Not yet.”
He must love to bring me to the brink of sensual madness. A slap resounds in the air before it comes crashing onto my ass.
A tremor vibrates through me, and my head falls forward. All the sensations tear me apart in the best way possible. It’s mind-blowing how good he makes me feel.
“What did I tell you today, hmm?” he sounds so composed while I am tipping on the edge of coming apart.
I forget that he expects an answer when another smack follows, this one even harder, making my thighs clench. Possessed by the need for him to fill me and alleviate this ache inside of me, I grind my ass against his pelvis.
“You told me that you’d spank my ass.”
He pulls me flush to him, and I thought there was no way he could spank me again. But he proves how wrong I am when his palm connects with my pussy. I bite into my lower lip so hard I might draw blood.
“Oh my god, Hunter,” I say breathlessly.
He nuzzles my neck. “Yeah, kitten?”
“What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel what you do to me,” he says in a deep, sensual voice that awakens the seductress in me.
“And what am I doing to you?”
“You frustrate me to no end. Madden me so that I question my sanity. Break apart my control. Make me lose my damn mind.”
You do too . But I swallow the words as he slaps my pussy again, then plays with my folds. I’m so lost in the land of pleasure. But how could it be any different when his only goal is to please me to the point of insanity? I buck against him when he bites into my earlobe, nibbling at my skin.
“If you ever let another man near you, you might as well ask me to dig his grave. You’re mine and mine alone. I don’t bloody share. And with you, I have no fucking boundaries.”
I believe him and love him unhinged, even though he has no reason to be jealous.
He pushes me forward, and the jet stream works my clit mercilessly as he lines his cock at my entrance. He thrusts inside of me in one go.
I cry out, digging my fingers into his hands to hold me upright. All I want is to fall apart and embrace this sublime pleasure.
“I’ll fuck you so hard tonight there won’t be a single doubt of who you belong to.”
Then he does just that. He fucks me until my throat gets hoarse from crying out his name, but I don’t care if anyone hears us. I am beyond shame at this point as I ride my pleasure, undulating my hips and meeting his every hard and deep thrust. Added to the stimulation from the jet stream, I come so hard that if he hadn’t been holding me, I would have sunk to my knees. It would only be fitting, as my pleasure is the puppet in his masterful hands.
Turning around, I sit down on the bench. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he says low, tone commanding, “Cup your breasts and press them together. I’m fucking them next.”
I do that, and he slides his cock between my breasts. Instinctively, I poke my tongue out, licking his head whenever he pushes up. The groans rumbling in his throat only spur me on.
Gripping my hair into a ponytail, he keeps a steady pace. He slides his hooded gaze from where he fucks me to my eyes, as if he can’t decide where he wants to look more. I feel so damn sexy and proud, owning all his attention and drawing this reaction out of him.
“I don’t know where to come. On your chest, on your face, in your mouth, or in your cunt,” he rasps. Those deep, sultry sounds laced with awe boost my confidence. I feel like a damn sex goddess.
“Wherever you want,” I murmur.
“Why choose when I can come all over you tonight.”
He’s not exaggerating because the first time he comes, a bit splashes my face and my nipples. He smears his cum all over me while he pushes his cock in my mouth, and I lick him clean. Sex is a powerful tool; it makes you brainless. I could be reduced to only pleasing him and receiving pleasure in return and be content with that.
He bends down and lifts me by my ass, impaling his cock inside of me. The force has me biting into his neck, holding onto him while I slip into carnal passion.
“Such a good girl, taking all of me and letting me defile your pussy.” The praise washes over me as he continues thrusting into me.
“I can’t believe you can control your release like that.”
“But that only means I can fuck you for hours, kitten.”
His wet thumb pushes against my back hole, and I stiffen for a moment.
He nibbles along my neck. “Would you give me this as well?”
His fiery touch, his ardent kisses, and his enchanting lilt seduce me.
I am pretty sure I’d give him anything he wanted. I nod because he makes me lose my ability to form words.
“Relax.” His voice is hypnotic enough that I obey. With his cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass, I am so full. And it’s not only me who likes the feeling because he groans low. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“I hope you never will. That you want me desperately.” Like I do you.
“Oh, kitten, be careful what you wish for.”
He shoves himself back into me, fucking me until we come together this time.
I am so spent that I could pass out. Still holding me, he leans back with me in his arms. He caresses down my belly. Accompanied by the hot water, it lulls me to sleep.
In his arms, I feel safe and cherished—at home.
***
I hear the shower running before my senses fully awaken. Opening my eyes, I scoot up in bed, taking a moment to admire his gorgeous physique—those broad shoulders, chiseled chest, firm ass, and muscular thighs. He could put any underwear model to shame.
While I still feel him inside me, the need for him is stronger, so I ignore the shadow of soreness and roll out of bed.
He looks at me over his shoulder. There’s something soft in his eyes, battling with his clear desire for me. While I am used to the latter, it’s that softness that floors my heartbeat, and I am afraid it might break out of my chest straight into his palm.
When I am within reaching distance, he drags me to his front and crushes his lips to mine. He kisses me long and languidly, stealing the breath from my lungs, my heart from my chest, and my future from me. Without him, everything else looks grim. No wonder I don’t stand a chance.
“Let me tend to my cunt after the pounding it got last night.”
I giggle. “You’re an undercover romantic.”
“Only for you.”
I want to be the only one.
He goes on his knees and laps, licks, and nibbles on my clit, as if getting me off is his life’s goal. He’s too proficient, applying just the right pressure, his fingers finding that spot inside of me until he wrings another orgasm from me. I can’t do anything but freefall into euphoria.
He kisses my pussy one more time before he stands up.
“What about you?” I ask, pointing at his cock, which weeps pre-cum and looks painfully hard.
“Ignore him.”
“I can’t. I take care of what’s mine as well.”
I shower him with the same attention he gave me. Playing with the small barbells, I trace his piercing and give it a lick.
I love his salty, sweet taste. I love his cock inside me, filling me to the brim. There’s no emptiness when he’s inside of me. I hum around him, knowing he loves how the vibrations feel against his length.
Even his cock is beautiful—hard steel but velvety soft. His length and thickness are both impressive, and I always feel a sense of pride in being able to take all of him. My hand comes into play as well, pumping him up and down. Switching between sucking and jerking him, it doesn’t take long for his grip on my hair to tighten. He takes back the reins and comes a bit. I swallow him down, and he’s still rock hard.
He never lets me stay on my knees after I suck him off, even though I don’t mind. It’s empowering to wield his pleasure like that. Once I am back on my feet, the blow job leads to him backing me into the shower stall.
“Put me inside of you. While I love my cum on your lips, it belongs in your pussy.”
My hands tremble as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He’s so thick, and with those barbells, it appears like a damn impaling device. As if he wants me to feel every inch, he prolongs burying himself inside of me for as long as he can. I scratch at his chest to relieve me already.
“Please, baby… please.” I can’t believe I’m pleading and begging, but it’s beyond my control.
“I fucking love it when you beg for my cock, kitten. It makes me even harder.”
“I feel it… You’re ruining my pussy.”
“It’s mine to ruin.” And with that, he thrusts inside of me, fucking me until we come together.
Holding me close, he kisses my temple, and I look up at him, afraid it’s a dream.
“You okay, love?”
“I am more than okay,” I say, smiling, and he returns it.
He kisses me again, gently brushing the wet strands of hair sticking to my cheeks. Gazing into each other’s eyes, I could spend eternity in his orbit.
He washes me with so much care and tenderness that emotions overwhelm me. I am glad the water washes away my tears.
Our connection goes deeper than the physical. It’s as if, separated, we’re broken halves, but together, we’re an impenetrable whole. Is that why people crave love so much? Because we come into the world incomplete and spend life searching for our other halves? It surely feels like he completes me.
He dries me and wraps the towel around my body, and then he does the same to himself.
“I don’t want to snowboard today.” I want more uninterrupted time with him.
“Then we won’t. But I need to feed you.”
“I’d like to explore more of the town. Should we tell the others?”
“Fuck no. I want you just for myself.” He kisses my shoulder, locking his arms around me and stroking my belly. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, always kissing and touching me whenever possible. I soak up that knowledge like my heart is a sponge with endless storage capacity.
We stay in each other’s arms, neither wanting to let go. I close my eyes, savoring this incomparable feeling for as long as possible. But then my stomach rumbles, and he brushes his palms along my sides before squeezing my ass cheek. “Go get dressed.”
I put on a pair of black jeans and a fluffy green cashmere sweater and slip my feet into a pair of boots. By the time I’ve applied a bit of blush, some mascara, and lip balm, he’s leaning against the wall by the window. He’s already dressed and scrolling through his phone.
The need to be on my phone and my laptop nonstop must have vanished with so much sex, keeping my brain under an overdose of endorphins.
“Where are we going?” I ask, giddiness blossoming in my chest.
“To the only place around here that seems to offer brunch. I’m starving.”
I don’t mind taking a ride, because that means we’ll spend more time together.
We both put on puffer jackets—mine red and his black. I type a quick message in the group chat, letting everyone know where we are, and then tuck my phone in my pocket.
“Hop on,” he says, gesturing to the seat in front of him on the ATV.
My back presses into his chest, and even with gloves, the heat of his fingers seeps into me.
Why haven’t we ridden like this all the time? Snuggling into him, a contented sigh slips out of my mouth as he brings us to the town at the foot of the mountain.
Tourists walk down the streets lined with small boutiques, still decorated with winter lights. But my stomach rumbles again, reminding me food comes before sightseeing.
After Hunter parks in front of the restaurant, he grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. My smile threatens to split my face open. I am happy—happier than I have ever been or thought I’d be.
Inside the cozy restaurant, a friendly server leads us to a table by the window. We both order hot chocolate, and the server tells us to choose whatever we want from the buffet in the middle of the room.
We start with eggs and pancakes, and I add yogurt, cereal, and dried fruits to the mix. I pour maple syrup on my pancakes, and Hunter digs into his fried eggs.
I want to ask him if he feels this intimate connection too. Too afraid of the answer, I keep quiet. I won’t allow my dark thoughts to ruin the light atmosphere.
“So how are you surviving without your devices?” he asks, sounding so genuine and amiable, with no trace of the constant contempt from before.
“There’s a life even without them, but I love being behind my screens, even though it was hard when someone hacked me.”
“Because that fucker was in your proximity.”
I don’t want to talk about Eric, so I ask, “What do you do when you don’t fight?”
“I play chess. And when I get bored from winning, I play against myself.”
I can totally see that, so I can’t help but laugh.
“Why doesn’t it surprise me?”
“I’m competitive,” he says, winking at me, stealing some more of my heart.
I am pretty sure nothing will be left of me by the time he’s done with me.