Chapter 16
Beau
I wake up feeling warm, comfortable, and relaxed all over.
That’s not my norm at all. Usually, I’m tense as hell until I open my eyes, get my bearings and make sure all is as it should be.
This is different. I feel safe. It’s a great feeling, but still immensely scary.
Then, I feel fingers combing through my hair and recognize the sound of a heart beating in my ear.
I close my eyes again, just as the warm sensation under the palm of my hand hits me.
I squeeze my fingers closed, fighting against the way the warmth is hitting me.
I gasp when I realize I’m holding onto something very large and wide, definitely warm, and hard—although soft enough to make my female parts tingle in ways they shouldn’t.
“Oh, God. Shoot me now.”
“Fuck, no. I’m waiting for you to finish what you started,” Hunter says, his voice sounding a deliciously sexy mix of sleepy and aroused and makes the inside of my thighs wet.
“Although, small warning, babe. You keep squeezing my dick like that, I’m going to shoot my load much sooner than either one of us want. ”
I jerk, instantly releasing him. “Um …”
I feel his hand slide along my neck. He puts just enough pressure against my skin to get me to lift my head to look at him.
I know my cheeks are flaming red. I’m really not the kind of woman to blush—except apparently around Hunter.
That sad fact fills me with anger. I just don’t know if the emotion is aimed at me or at him. I figure it might be a little of both.
“Don’t stop, baby,” he practically begs, his voice sweet, tender and more than a little sleepy. It’s beautiful and sexy as hell.
“This is a bad idea. You shouldn’t even be in my bed,” I argue, knowing that I’m on thin ice here and in very dangerous territory.
“This should have never stopped. The morning after we met, I should have woken you up in my bed, with my head buried between your legs, my tongue deep inside of you, as you came all over my face.”
I close my eyes, trying to fight the image his words evoke. I shiver again, but there’s nothing close to fear inside me.
Almost against my will my hand moves, sliding on his cock, keeping my grip firm.
Immediately, I feel his warm, wet precum slide down on my hand.
I whimper, biting my lip. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but in a way, it makes me want it more.
Everything about being close to Hunter is a giant red flag.
Apparently, I can resist most anything but temptation and God, this man is that in spades.
“Hunter,” I whisper, sounding as lost as I suddenly feel.
“I know you’re scared. You have no reason to trust me, Beau, but I fucking swear that you are safe.”
I don’t believe him, but I don’t feel the need to tell him that. Instead, I try to concentrate on all the reasons why we shouldn’t do what I really, really want to. “Ty and Slider are here,” I remind him, my words coming out more like a whimper than a firm reminder of why we can’t do what we want.
“They were up all night. They’ll both sleep until we wake them. Right now, it’s just you and me, baby.”
“I’m scared,” I confess, and that admission is the hardest one I’ve ever made in my life.
He shifts to his side, leaning down, his mouth so close to mine that I can practically feel it.
I lick my lips, trying to resist the urge to kiss him.
“I hate that I hurt you. It may have taken me longer to clue into what we had between us, but I need you to know that I’m all in, Beau, sweetheart.
I’m not going to hurt you. I will never push you away.
I want you right here beside me. If I wasn’t serious, I would have never brought you into my child’s life.
I want to build a life with you. Fuck that, I’m going to build a life with you, Beau.
We’re going to raise Ty together and I’m going to give you more babies. ”
I think my breath lodges in my chest. I can’t manage to say anything. I’m not even sure I can breathe. I just stare up at him like an idiot. I’m sure surprise, fear and shock are written all over my face. “Uh …”
Yeah, I was right. Speaking isn’t possible.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
My body jerks with his words. What does that mean?
Is he giving up already? What feels suspiciously like panic hits me.
Then, he pushes up. His body hovers over mine.
He’s very careful as he braces his weight on his hands which are on each side of my body.
I’m surrounded by him and I’m having trouble thinking clearly. “What … What are you doing?” I sputter.
“I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do since that horrible morning I woke up with my head in my ass,” he growls.
I brace myself, not sure what to expect.
He slides down the bed and his hands grab the drawstring on my pajama shorts.
I slap my hands down against his, panic surging through me.
His lips twitch and he gives me a lopsided grin that is way too sexy for my piece of mind.
Then, his head dips down and he kisses me.
I wasn’t expecting it, but the moment that his lips touch mine it’s like a fire that has been dormant since our first night together, suddenly reignites.
I moan into his mouth as my tongue pushes out in search of his.
My hands slide around his neck as I try to hold him to me—not wanting to let him go.
I feel my shorts slide down my body. I should stop him, but instead I kick them off and swallow down his groan as his hands grab my panties.
I quake as I feel them rip from my body.
“Hunter,” I gasp.
He pulls back, his eyes intense as he stares so deep into my eyes that it feels like our hearts beat together in that moment—as if we’re in perfect rhythm.
This is exactly what it felt like the night our eyes met across the crowded club party.
It wasn’t the drinking. It wasn’t just needing to get lost in someone for the night.
It was this electric pull between us that defied explanation.
Hunter had this magnetism that drew me in, unleashing a need inside of me in a way that I knew I would want him for the rest of my life.
Something close to panic bubbles up inside my body, making my heart beat erratically. Before I can allow it to explode and pull me away from Hunter, I feel his hands press on my thighs, pushing and spreading my legs apart.
“Look at you, baby. Spread out for me, all mine. Finally, all fucking mine.” His growl vibrates through my body, making me tremble.
I feel heat spread through my body as I look at the hunger on his face.
Hunger for me. Only me. I run my tongue nervously between my lips, wetting them as my chest grows tight.
“This sweet, little cunt belongs to me, Harper. You have no idea how I’ve ached to have it back.
Now that you’re here in bed with me, I’m never letting you go. This is the beginning.”
“The beginning?” I breathe, emotion clogging my throat making it hard to talk. Hell, it’s hard to take in air at this point.
“The start of our forever, because that’s what is happening with us, Harper.
This between us is forever. You may have known it before me, but what you need to understand is that I know it now.
I feel it. I understand exactly how your father felt about your mother, because you are in my skin and bones, woman.
You’re in there and I never want you to work your way out. ”
I have a million questions to ask him. I don’t get a chance to sift through them to find the most important one, however. In the next moment, Hunter moves again and his flattened tongue slides against the swollen lips of my pussy, licking as if it was an ice cream cone.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he groans as his fingers pull my lips apart, revealing me to him.
I feel the cool air hit my center. I’m almost afraid to breathe.
Then, his gaze moves from the most intimate part of me back to my eyes.
“I’m going to fill you so full of cum that it will be leaking out of you for days.
Every fucking time you take a step you will have part of me sliding down and coating your thighs. ”
“I think you may be overestimating your admittedly phenomenal skills in the bedroom, Hunter. As good as you are, I still don’t think that particular trick is possible,” I respond, going for teasing, although my breathing is a little too ragged, and I’m way too turned on to really pull it off.
“It will give me something to shoot for,” he practically purrs.
Then, his mouth is pressed against me, his tongue is lapping at my clit, and there’s no way I could form words to try and respond to him. He continues using his tongue even as I feel his fingers slide inside of me.
“Yes,” I hum, suddenly realizing just how much I’ve been craving his touch.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Harper. You’re drenched. You’ve been aching for me as much as I have for you, haven’t you, baby?”
“God, yes,” I admit. The words come out more like a moan when his firm fingers tunnel inside of me, curling and stretching me.
Hunter begins fucking me with them, going slow and deep—to the point that it’s almost painful, but feels fantastic at the same time.
My entire body starts trembling as he continues pumping his fingers inside of my tight channel.
My hips rock against him, needing everything he’s giving me and more.
“Push your shirt up, baby. I want to see your tits as I work your body,” he orders, right before he starts sucking on my clit.
His fingers don’t stop either. Hunter seems to have an innate ability to know exactly when to curl his fingers inside of me to make my entire body feel as if it is flooded with electricity.