Chapter 24
Oblivion. Euphoria. And everything in-fucking-between takes hold of me when I am so deep inside of her. I don’t know where she begins and I end.
Gripping her chin, I kiss her hard. My name falls out of her pouty mouth, glistening from my kisses as she comes. That dazed look and long moan is a high I will chase until my last breath. Pleasuring her does things to me I can’t even begin to describe.
“Eyes on me,” I demand, not recognizing that hoarse voice as I hold her wrists and thrust so hard inside of her, the desk shakes, rattling the contents just like pleasure rattles my insides.
Our eyes lock on the screen. I look how I feel—unhinged, possessed by too much lust and need for her. It’s all-consuming, all-encompassing as she takes all of me because I am hers—we’re made for each other.
She matches my desire and keeps up with my insatiable libido. I wouldn’t even know what a quickie is when I could and want to fuck her for hours on end.
Sweat, moans, thrusts, they are all fuel to the flames of our lovemaking.
My hand skates down her belly, where I spread her pussy lips and show her what my cock does to her. A shiver rocks her as she redirects her attention there.
“Such a tight pussy stretched wide to take me.”
“Hunter…”
I nip along her neck. “Too much?”
“Too good,” she says breathlessly. I pull out, and she whines.
Fuck. I love how desperate she is for my cock.
“I’m not done with you, kitten.” I assure her, just as desperate for her. Going to her nightstand, I show her the vibrator. “I hated this thing, going where I wanted to be.”
She tilts her head, rolling her bottom lip through her teeth. “I haven’t used it since I found that note.”
“Why?”
“It wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted you.”
“You have me now.” Now and forever.
I walk over to her with the small rabbit vibrator and turn it on. It’s as thick as one, if not two, of my fingers and just a bit shorter. I let it slide down between her breasts before I place it against her clit, eliciting a tremor from her. Her reactions are the biggest turn-on.
She grips the edge, her head hanging.
“Eyes on me. While you rule my heart, I control your pleasure.” Then I thrust into her, pulling in and out of her, switching places with the vibrator again and again.
She lets out unintelligible sounds, throwing her head back while I keep fucking her. Between my cock and vibrator, she’s a hot mess.
“Such a good girl for me, crying for more. My perfect woman, my desperate slut—stuffed full.”
“I am whatever you fucking want me to be. Hunter, you’re killing me… Please don’t stop.”
I chuckle, licking along the pulsing vein in her neck. “So good, huh?”
Turning her around, I place her on her desk. We both watch my cock enter her. Her greedy cunt swallows every inch, taking me so well that pleasure ravishes me.
I place the vibrator on her clit, humming, but her cries of pleasure drown it out. She comes so hard that she drenches me, erupting like a geyser that drains us both in her release.
“So fucking hot, kitten.”
With one last thrust, I break apart, painting her walls with my cum and everything I have. I want her crammed full of me, overflowing with my seed.
I kiss her until we both remain breathless, not ready to end the intense experience.
Putting my new friend on the desk, I realize I am not jealous of it anymore. It’s a device, and she craves my cock. Maybe I’m not a complete basket case after all. I focus on what a good helper it is to coax all the pleasure out of my woman and drive her mad.
I kiss along her nape, nibble along her shoulders, and suck gently as I come down from my high. My cock slips out of her, and dropping on my knees, I watch my cum and her juices trailing down her thighs. With my thumb, I gather them and push the sticky liquid back inside of her where it belongs.
She spins around, supporting herself with her palms on her desk. Trailing kisses up her leg, I stop at her round, perky ass. I bite into each cheek and soothe the marks with my tongue before I stand up and nuzzle her neck.
“I don’t think I can stand on my own.”
My lips twitch into a satisfied smirk. “You don’t have to because I am here to carry you.”
“Such a gentleman after you fucked the soul out of me.”
Chuckling, I gather her in my arms and walk into the bathroom. I place her down gently and move to turn on the faucet in the tub.
She gasps once she sees her reflection—all the hickeys I placed on her neck and chest are on display. When she turns around, she sees two more on her ass.
I grin while she shakes her head at me, but it’s only warmth I detect in her eyes.
“So proud of your handiwork.”
“Of course, your body is my canvas, love.”
I slip into the tub and stretch my arm out for her. She takes it and rests her back against my chest, a satisfied sound purring out of her.
I take the pouf, dip it into the water, and wash her. While I love fucking her, I love tending to her even more. Never did I think I would experience something like this—this sweet solace and all this incredible intimacy.
She turns and rests her chin on my chest, tracing a finger along my jaw. “What I feel for you, I can’t even describe…”
I love how honest she is, how refreshingly pure she is. Nothing could sully that goodness in her. I never stood a chance against her.
She closes her eyes, exhaling a contented sigh, and I place a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Let me wash you before you fall asleep on me.”
“Let’s sleep here,” she says, sounding tired.
Quickly, I wash her and then myself.
Once I place her in bed, she falls asleep immediately, murmuring my name. That does things to me—like I could start levitating at any moment because that’s how light she makes me feel.
With her in my arms, I pull her to my side and close my eyes, following her into slumber. I’d follow her to the end of the known universe and beyond.
***
The sun streams through the windows, and I grunt, hating that I forgot to pull the curtains. I roll out of bed to close them, so Bailey can sleep a while longer. Right then, my phone vibrates, making her stir in her sleep.
I am about to shut it off when I notice my father calling.
“One second,” I whisper, tiptoeing outside, pulling my jeans up.
“Did I interrupt something?” he asks, caution lacing his voice.
“Yeah, my wake up plan for today,” I groan. I had plans, and those included having my breakfast in bed by eating her out. But if I make this quick, I still can do that. My body burns with the possibilities.
“We need to talk,” he says solemnly.
We knew the girls were planning something, but after we went to the estate in search of them, my father insisted on talking to me. Apparently, Mia’s behavior had set off his alarms. I quickly told him what had happened to me while I checked Bailey’s tracking device. Once I saw it was up in the sky, I promised to talk to him once I returned. Then, I hurried to the guys and hopped on the private jet.
My past and Alice are the fucking last thing I’d like to discuss today, but I can’t avoid that talk forever.
“I’ll be there,” I say, and I hang up in time to see Dane coming out of Abi’s room.
I jerk my chin in his direction. “Training?”
He nods, looking longingly at the door he just came from.
“Long night, huh?” he says, looking at me knowingly.
“Shut up.”
“You don’t even try to keep it quiet.”
Why would I? When I fuck my girl, I want to hear what I do to her.
“And you’re even proud of that. You know, for the sake of community and all.”
I stare him down. The asshole is no better. As he goes downstairs, I hurry back inside Bailey’s room. Her eyes are still closed, but one hand pats the spot beside her.
“Hunter?” she calls my name, and I rush to her side.
“I’m here, love,” I say, and she opens those mesmerizing eyes. My heart pounds, wanting to crawl out of my chest and offer itself to her. If I could wake up to her aquamarine eyes for an eternity, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asks, her voice deep with sleep.
“My father called.”
She hugs my pillow, offering me a supportive nod. “Go talk to him. It’s important. You need to have that conversation.”
A grunt rumbles in my throat, not hiding my frustration. “I need to eat your pussy more.”
“Don’t you even dare. My pussy will be here when you return.”
She’s perfection wrapped in dreams and a happily ever after ending.
“Will you miss me?” I ask, and her playful smile freezes on her lips when she notices that I am serious. I can’t believe I am fucking insecure, but I don’t have another explanation.
“I miss you every second you’re not there,” she says, easing everything in me.
Lifting herself onto her knees, she brushes her nose along mine.
“Whatever you need, I will give it to you. If it is words of assurance, a million love declarations, endless nights of fucking… I am yours, Hunter.”
“Yes, and the slayer of all my demons.”
She smiles brightly. “I like that.”
I lean in, kissing her until I forget everything else.
She’s the one who pulls back, tilting her head. “Go. I’ll be here when you come back.”
She better be because I’d pillage this world in my quest to find her.
With a parting kiss, I go to my room and change before I drive to the compound.
After I park the car in front of the Prescott house, I let myself in. My father stands in front of the window, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, lost in thought.
When he turns around, his eyes are red-rimmed, and the sight clenches my heart. This is why I never wanted the truth to come out. He blames himself.
“I’m so sorry, son.” He chokes up. “So fucking sorry I failed you.”
“Dad, it was not your fault.”
His nostrils flare. “I even promoted that cunt. But I’m glad she’s in hell, where she’ll rot.” He inhales deeply and says, “Tell me.”
I recount everything. It’s like my soul wants my past purged once and for all because it’s been ten minutes of me talking and barely taking a breather.
Relief. That’s what I feel once the story is out in the open. The power abusers have is your silence. And while it’s the hardest thing to speak on, gaining back control over my life is worth it.
“My precious warrior of a son. I am so proud of you. And your mother would be too. She would love how grown up you are and how good and strong of a man you are. She would love Bailey too. I know I do—for loving my son so much, she killed his abuser. I wish it were me.”
“I don’t think anyone could have stopped her.” Once Bailey sets her mind on something, she never wavers. Come on, life, try to fuck with us. Our strength combined would kick you even harder.
“I will have to fly to London and bury the issue.”
Literally.
My father drops to his knees and sobs. Seeing this man—my unshakable, cliff-like father—subdued by pain and regret tears something deep inside of me. I kneel in front of him, and he clutches my shoulder, pulling me to his chest.
“I’m so sorry you went through that. You did nothing wrong, you hear me?”
“It’s okay, Dad. I am well now.”
It’s not a lie, and I refuse to give Alice even more power over me. I was indeed a victim, but I won’t continue to be one. I survived and found Bailey, who loves all the broken pieces of me. Everything I held in me for so long broke free, liberating me. The despair of that boy who took it because he made himself believe it’s okay rather than accept that it’s not, is gone. I feel lighter, freer.
He shakes his head, his brows furrowed in deep thought. “That should have never happened. How could I not see the signs?”
“I hid it really well, Dad, and you gave me a purpose that kept me afloat.”
That’s the truth. Without his plans for revenge and returning to Greenville, I don’t know if I could have managed.
“Why?” he whispers, the pain evident in his voice.
I expected this question to come, but it made me vulnerable even with all the preparation.
I hold his gaze to anchor myself, and my shoulders droop. “I blamed myself for Mom’s death. We would have never gotten into the accident if I hadn’t insisted on going to the mall that day. I thought it was my fault. I was drowning in guilt, and Alice took advantage of that by offering me her love. It felt good in the beginning, having someone who loves me despite thinking I didn’t deserve it.”
I received it. Too much of it. All of it wrong.
He pulls me into a tight embrace, and in his arms, that child in me finally receives all the support and understanding I denied myself then. If I hadn’t done it, Alice wouldn’t have been able to abuse me. Love was something I loathed and despised because it felt wrong—it made me feel dirty.
Without having to look, I know who’s here—my sister. Close behind her is Celine, who may not be blood-related but is family all the same.
They both rush over, dropping to their knees beside us. Together, my family forms a protective cocoon around me. It makes me so emotional I barely hold on to my tears.
“I want to resurrect her and kill her a hundred times over,” my sister says, hugging me tightly.
Celine places her cheek on my shoulder, brushing along my arm. “I wish I would’ve gotten to her sooner to torture her for days.”
I exchange a look with my father. It’s done. That’s what matters. They could kill her a hundred times, and they wouldn’t feel better.
“I am good, by the way,” I say to break a bit of the stifling tension.
“Of course you are. We heard you all night long,” Celine says teasingly.
“How long did you wait to say that?”
“I would have kept it longer, but you being you…” she adds, smiling, crying, and hugging me all at once.
“It’s so gross,” Mia says, and we both shudder.
I can’t wait to finish college so we can move in together at our place, just Bailey and me.
My father’s face scrunches up. “I don’t want to hear any of that.”
“Stop being so clingy, you two,” I tell them, trying to sound annoyed and failing.
“I bet he doesn’t say that to Bailey,” my sister snickers, sounding relieved.
My father’s eyes shine. “Of course not. You two are basically squeezing him to death while he just found a reason to live.”
When we stand up, I ask them, “Where are your 24/7 guards?” (a.k.a. their boyfriends)
“Outside, giving us a moment,” Mia says, giggling.
Dad gestures toward the front door. “Bring them inside before they have an aneurysm from waiting.”
Once inside, Kaden approaches me. “You okay?”
I nod, not lying.
Blake jerks his chin in my direction and goes to my sister.
“Thank you for your concern,” I say to his back.
He flips me off. I can’t believe we’re going to be brothers-in-law, but I don’t think there’s anyone better for my sister.
My phone vibrates with a message from Abi next.
Survivors are the toughest. Get ready to get your ass kicked at chess tonight.
Get ready to lose, Barbie.
If they’re here, I want Bailey to be here as well. I’d trade them for her in a second.
“Hungry?” my father asks, and we all nod. Right then, Christine, Kaden’s mother, walks inside. She offers me a soft smile.
“You know where the kitchen is,” my father tells us as he goes to kiss her. I am happy he’s happy. It’s his second chance. And I’m sure he will not let it slip through his fingers.
“Cillian,” Christine says sweetly, and Kaden and I groan, sharing the misfortune of our parents being together. But they seem good, and that’s why we’ll never say a damn thing.
While she fusses over Celine and Mia, the guys prepare breakfast. But I’d rather eat it with Bailey, so I stand up. “Enjoy it. I have to go back to classes.”
“I told you it would hit him,” Kaden says, the corners of his mouth tipped in a smug smile.
Blake eyes me. “I was losing faith in the fucker.”
“Ignore them. I am proud of you,” my twin says, grinning.
“Remember the first part for later, Silver,” Blake says in a low voice, and Mia squirms in her seat.
“Nothing like making up for lost time,” Celine says, both she and Kaden sharing a secretive look.
“For fuck’s sake, have you heard of boundaries?” I ask them, shuddering.
That catches my father’s attention. Thankfully, he was too engrossed in whatever Christine was telling him.
“I hope neither of you is neglecting your classes.”
They dig into the food, pretending to be busy chewing while glaring at me. The assholes. It’s not my fault they study less, fuck more.
“Don’t worry, Uncle. We won’t,” Celine says sweetly.
With a grin on my face, I get in my car.
Rot in hell, Alice.