Chapter 15
Rayne
I’m alone in the Onyx House reading room when I get Hunter’s text.
Each wall of the small sitting room is lined with tall, dark shelves full of books, and it’s one of the coziest places in the house.
The first text I get from Hunter is simple.
You really want to know me?
Something stirs inside me.
What the fuck does he mean by that?
The texts that follow in the next hour or two begin to paint a darker picture.
I did bad things, Colson. Is that what you want to know about?
Yes. Why wouldn’t I?
Because there are some things you’re better off not knowing.
He must be drinking.
I roll my eyes at the text, but knowing Hunter, he’s dead serious.
Sometimes there really are things I wish I didn’t know.
Sometimes, the truth breaks my fucking heart.
Like with Weston.
And things I couldn’t have dreamed about his childhood.
But there’s a darker urge inside me, now, too. An urge that Hunter brings out in me, every time.
Because I do want to live in his world.
I’ve been curious for half of my fucking life about what Hunter’s world is like. It’s terrifying, but the more time I spend with Hunter, I only want more of him.
When he left our bedroom earlier, I wanted to yank him back in. Shove him onto my bed. Make him talk, or make him fuck. Any way I could get to him.
And that’s why something is certifiably wrong with me.
The glow of my phone shines out at me in the dark room. I haven’t bothered to turn on any lights in the reading room since the sun went down, and now I’m here in the darkness.
I reach for one of the small old Victorian-style lamps on an oak end table, pulling the gold chain and letting a small pool of light into the room.
Some of the other guys are outside grilling food and having some beers near the ping pong table in our back courtyard, and a few others are upstairs chilling on their own.
I grip my phone.
I tap out a reply and hit send before I can second-guess myself.
I’m already living in your fucking world. And I think both of us know that.
My heart feels like it’s lodged somewhere up near my throat.
Suddenly I feel like I’m intoxicated even though I haven’t taken anything.
Are you telling me that you’re mine, Rayne?
I’m saying I want more.
My hands shake a little as I press the send button.
But I’m also already hard, just sitting here alone sending texts to someone I shouldn’t.
My body is shot through with adrenaline but also hit with a type of clarity I haven’t ever felt anywhere but on the football field.
I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know my body is responding like I’ve just been plugged into an electrical socket.
Don’t tell me that unless you mean it.
And you doubt my honesty?
Tell. Me. What. You. Want.
I fucking want ALL of you, Hunter. I want everything.
No you don’t.
Need me to prove it?
My blood is hot as I wait for a response.
A minute ticks by.
And then another.
I’m so turned on my cock is aching even though I haven’t touched it, and I feel like the world is going to swallow me whole.
I keep reading over the texts I sent.
What is wrong with me?
And why don’t I care?
Ten minutes later, I hear the front door of Onyx House swing open.
Footsteps come down the floorboards, and I see Hunter’s figure walk into the open archway near the reading room before he glances inside.
His eyes focus on me when he sees me there.
He looks angry. And he looks so fucking good it makes my chest ache.
I am fucked.
I am so fucked.
He walks under the low arch and comes inside, keeping his eyes on me. This man truly could kill me, and that’s not even the biggest concern.
My cock is even harder now, like I’m Hunter’s trained pet, the second he turns to look my way.
“You’ve been drinking,” I say.
“Yes.”
There’s something intense about his eyes. Something tells me Hunter Knox could be blackout drunk and still somehow completely in control of himself.
I stand up from the lounge sofa and hold his gaze.
“This isn’t the place to talk,” I tell him.
“Good. We’re not talking.”
He closes the distance between us in another moment and his hand slides to the back of my neck. I part my mouth for him, allowing him in right away.
We're in a room that’s open to the rest of the house.
The archway doesn’t even have a door.
It looks out onto the hallway right by the entryway, and if anyone crossed there right now, they’d see all of this.
And yet all I can think about is the way his tongue tastes like whiskey and I want more.
He steps me backwards and pins my body, my back pressing up against the built-in bookshelves behind me.
All I’m wearing are grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt, so Hunter wastes no time shoving his hand down past my waistband and closing his fist around my cock.
I moan against his mouth.
I cannot want this.
Not this badly.
“You’re going to come for me right here, Rayne,” he says against my lips as he tugs on my cock. “I know you’re scared of one of your friends seeing. Of Weston seeing. And that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”
I moan. “You’re out of your fucking mind—”
“And you love it,” he growls near my ear, squeezing my cock harder.
I throb under his touch and let out a ragged breath.
It feels so good it’s unfair.
I don’t know if I trust him or not. I don’t even know what his intentions are.
But I’m surrendering to his touch because it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and Hunter is very good at getting me to do bad things.
He shoves down my waistband so my cock is actually exposed now, out in the open and on display for anyone who might walk by that open archway.
“We can’t fucking do this—”
“You told me you want to live in my world,” he says. “Welcome, king.”
My heart pounds against the inside of my chest.
He grips the base of my cock and then strokes along my shaft, dragging his thumb across the precum on my slit.
I hear one of the guys coming in from the backyard and I jump forward.
Hunter’s palm connects with the front of my chest and he pushes me hard against the shelf again.
Someone is definitely in the kitchen, because I hear the sound of the sink and the fridge being opened. There’s no way to see into the reading room from the kitchen, but it’s still too close for comfort, just down the narrow hallway.
Hunter is sucking on my earlobe now as he strokes my cock from the side.
“I hate how good you feel,” I utter, my eyelids fluttering shut for a second.
When I open them again I see the blue of his eyes, so close to my face, and it’s like he’s putting me into some hypnotic trance.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Colson, and it’s starting to really bother me.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
“I’m not going to be something you can just give up,” he tells me. “You’re going to hate me. You’re going to want me out of your life. But you’re also going to beg for me, every time I touch you.”
“Pretty big fan of yourself, aren’t you?” I toss back.
Because I’m also never going to back down.
“Big fan of how you look when you come.”
More guys are streaming into the kitchen now, and their conversation carries down the hallway.
Hunter can tell that the sound is distracting me.
He slides down, dropping to his knees, the low glow of the lamp shining on his blond hair.
He presses his lips against the tip of my cock and teases me, flicking his tongue over it while he looks up at me.
And then I watch my cock disappear into his mouth, inch by inch, as he suddenly catches me off guard and takes me deep.
Earlier I thought he might never speak to me again.
And now I’m looking down at him between my thighs, taking my cock, his tongue sliding on the underside and threatening to make me scream.
He looks good down there.
It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen, actually.
Hunter is fucking impossible. I hate every moment of this, and I need it so badly that there’s no chance I’m going to stop him.
I grip the edge of one of the wooden shelves behind me, biting on my tongue so that I don’t call out at the sudden rush of sensation.
“Colson! Get the fuck downstairs! Burgers and dogs!” someone shouts from the kitchen.
The other guys think I’m up in my room, and probably very soon, Weston will go looking for me.
Sorry, Wes.
Hunter’s on his knees taking my cock to his fucking throat in a room with no goddamn door on it.
Hunter is practically grinning as he laps along my cock, popping it out between his lips and lavishing his tongue along the top of it.
“What are you going to do about it, Colson?” Hunter says, looking up at me like he’s daring me to lose my mind.
I reach down and push my hand over Hunter’s mouth, shutting him up like I’m putting a muzzle on him.
He’s talking loud enough that they could hear him if they were listening closely.
He kisses my palm, then gives it a little lick.
And it causes something to explode in me.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell him, leaning over and speaking low, close to his ear.
“And then tonight I’m going to wake you up and fuck your ass so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.
If you’re going to follow me around, threaten me, and ruin my social life by blowing me right here, out in the open? You’re going to pay.”
I slide my hand down after a moment and he isn’t smiling.
He’s looking at me, very seriously, before he speaks again.
“Make me pay.”
I push my cock deep into his mouth.
Even harder than he fucked mine.
Harder than any normal person would like getting fucked in the mouth, but Hunter is a goddamn animal and I feel him moan with pleasure around my dick as I use his throat.
I keep it pushed deep for two seconds, then five, then ten.
I know he can’t breathe while I’m holding my cock this deep, and I know he loves that.
The moment he motions to move back a little I push it in a little deeper, looking him right in the eye.
“Take my cock.”
I barely even recognize the brutality in my own voice.
And then I thrust it backward, watching him gasp for air, and I lean over again.
I stroke the side of his face.