Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Riley
Now, after all these weeks of waiting and wondering, I finally know the truth.
I thought I would feel relieved after I found out how Brady really died, but I don’t.
My heart aches for Hunter more now than ever because he’s the one who has to live with the memory of his brother’s death.
I know he spared me all the horrific details, and I’m grateful for that.
God knows I fainted at just the image my imagination had conjured up.
Now that all our secrets are out in the open, I hope we can move forward without holding anything back.
I struggled to trust him given all his promises when so much was still unspoken, but after last night, I feel my walls slowly coming down.
I know he was only trying to protect me from the hell that has been his life, but there’s no need to shield me anymore.
Hunter was up early this morning. Considering all the “exercise” we had last night, I would have thought he would have been exhausted.
He insisted on going for his run anyway.
I, on the other hand, decided to sleep in—I’m tired and sore, but in a wonderful way.
The only thing that will get me out of bed is coffee.
Yeah, I need to make a pot before he gets back.
There’s nothing quite like the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
I’m standing on my tiptoes trying to reach a mug on the top shelf when strong arms wrap around me from behind.
I can’t help but gasp before his masculine scent hits my senses.
When my body relaxes against him, he spreads his fingers over my stomach, sending heat between my thighs.
Is it wrong to want to lick his body from head to toe, lingering somewhere in the middle.
Spinning me around, he asks, “Want to shower with me, baby?” His tongue is making tiny circles on my neck right now, sending chills up and down my spine.
When I feel his arousal pressing against me, I grab his hand and guide him to the bathroom.
Once inside, I strip him of all his clothes, so he’s standing there in all his magnificent glory.
I never tire of looking at his chiseled body, especially with those baby blues gazing at me as if he could eat me up.
Walking backward, I watch him as I start the shower and adjust the temperature.
When I start to take off my clothes, he lunges at me. “Babe, it’s my turn to make you feel good.” I lick my lips as I hear him groan.
He chuckles deep in his throat, “Baby, I’ve turned you into a little nympho, haven’t I?”
When I stand naked in front of him, I crook my index finger, signaling that he can move forward.
I open the curtain so he can step inside, then follow behind him.
As he stands under the shower, I reach for the soap and begin lathering his body.
I feel every taut muscle ripple beneath my hands as I wash his back, chest, arms, and legs.
He washes his own face and hair, but when my hand reaches out to wash his hard cock, he grabs my wrist.
“Riley, give me the soap—I can do it myself.” He looks embarrassed.
Shaking my head, I keep the soap behind my back. “Let me finish what I started.”
“No, you’ve made me so horny I’ll come in your hands.” His cock jerks in anticipation.
“That’s a chance I’ll have to take,” I say with a mischievous smile. I lather the soap in my hands before reaching out to him.
When I start washing his cock, he grips my shoulders, and his head tilts back just like that first night in the hot tub.
I reach around to wash his backside when his eyes open wide.
He’s not trying to stop me, but his body stiffens at the intrusion, and his eyes meet mine.
Once I finish washing him, I let him rinse off, but when he turns around to face me, I drop to my knees, taking him in my mouth.
He inhales sharply as his hands tangle in my hair.
A moan escapes his parted lips. I glide my lips down his length until I feel him deep inside my throat.
When I slide back up, I circle my tongue over the sensitive head, flicking my tongue as I suck the tip.
I continue to pleasure him with my mouth and hands when I hear a low growl rip from deep inside his chest.
The next thing I know, he’s tugging on my arms, pulling me to him as he crashes his mouth to mine in a hungry, primal kiss that has my head spinning.
He grabs my ass, lifting me. As my legs wrap around his waist, I can feel his cock at my slick entrance.
He steps out of the shower, breaking our kiss.
His lips skim over my neck, nipping and sucking until chills break out along my skin.
He lays me down in the middle of his bed as he creeps on all fours.
He’s the hunter and I’m the hunted. My heart races inside my chest when his hands slide over my skin—everywhere he touches ignites a fire within me.
When he parts my legs, he wraps his arms around my thighs.
I close my eyes in anticipation. He slides his tongue up my center before sucking on my swollen clit; my hands tangle in his hair, holding him in place.
When he thrusts his fingers inside of me, I feel myself soaring over the edge as I cry out his name.
He moves up my trembling body, holding my head as his lips brush mine. “I love you so much, Riley. I want you to know that it’s because of you that I can be the man I was meant to be.”
As I look into his eyes, my heart skips a beat.
I am suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling unlike anything I have ever experienced before.
All my life, I have waited for someone to love me the way I have dreamed it should be, and he is right here in front of me.
I am so happy that I can feel my tears of joy slipping down my cheeks until I see the look on Hunter’s face.
“I’m crying because I’m happy. What you just said took my breath away, and I love you so much that sometimes words aren’t enough; so I just showed you that you have all of me.” Leaning up, I capture his mouth with mine.
“Make love to me, Hunter, please.”
We cling to each other as if it’s our last day on earth, our sighs blending with passionate kisses. We take the journey, riding the waves until we both collapse.