10. I Don’t Fucking Share
Chapter 10
I Don’t Fucking Share
MEGAN
“ Y esss , right there.”
Hunter’s strong arms are completely underneath me, cradling my ass and hips as my legs languidly drape over his shoulders.
He is eating me out with a careful touch, making sure not to press too hard with his tongue or mistakingly graze me with his teeth. Like everything since I’ve been home, his handling of me is with kid gloves.
I don’t mind it.
It still feels good.
But this isn’t how Hunter makes love to me. He’s holding back, like really back. Almost as if he’s scared to break me.
I arch my back as the pleasure of my impending orgasm winds down my spine and settles softly between my legs.
“God, yes,” I hiss.
It’s not a cataclysmic orgasm, but still one that leaves me lightheaded as Hunter massages my inner thighs, making sure to draw out my release.
When he gives me a brief kiss on my left thigh to mark the end of our lovemaking, that’s when I know it’s time for me to speak up.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he walks over to use our ensuite bathroom.
“Peeing.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to pee?” he says casually.
“You’re not done.”
He peeks his head out of the bathroom door to look at me. “You came, didn’t you?”
“But you didn’t come, and we didn’t have sex.”
“I’ve got a meeting back at the club. I’m sorry.”
I pull the covers up to my chin, my knees bent.
“Maybe we need to talk to someone,” I suggest.
“Talk to who, Megan?” he asks as the water runs.
“A therapist.”
“What the hell would we do that for?”
“Something is wrong.”
He storms out of the bathroom.
“Because I didn’t fuck you for an hour?”
“Because you didn’t fuck me at all! Is it because I’m pregnant, or is it something else?”
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m not a porn star. I can’t just turn it on when you say jump.”
“Who are you? Where the fuck is my fiance?”
“He’s right here!”
We stare at each other, both of us breathing heavily after our exchange. Hunter is standing in all of his naked glory, looking like a Roman god. Even at this moment, when I’m so mad at him, all I want is to fall in his arms and make love to him for the rest of the night.
For the rest of our lives.
“I need you to start being honest with me.”
“When have I ever lied to you, Megan? If anything, I’m too honest with you.”
“Where is Parker?”
Hunter’s jaw ticks as he moves forward to the bed.
“What did you say?”
“If you’re so honest, where is Parker?”
“Ask the question you actually want to know.”
“I just did.”
Hunter takes another few steps, and now he’s right beside me, standing by my side of the bed. He grabs my chin and lifts it to meet his gaze. I sit strong and try not to blink, daring him to make the next move.
He studies me closely no doubt trying to ascertain what my motives are in bringing up a topic he thought we squashed yesterday.
Without another word, he climbs on the bed in front of me and sits on his knees.
“I can’t fuck you if I’m not hard,” he says cooly. “Put your hands behind your back and suck me off like a good wife then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
This isn’t how I wanted it between us, but his crude words turn me on nonetheless, and I follow his directive, bending at the waist and lowering my mouth to his lengthening dick.
The first taste is salty and delicious.
I’ve been craving him for days.
My center of gravity is kind of off now that I have a little human growing inside of me, but my skills would put a porn star to shame. And no matter how mad he is right now, I know he’s enjoying this.
“Stop,” he orders with a cool bluntness. So I stop. Then, I raise myself to meet his eyes again. “I’m hard now.”
“I see that.”
“Get on.”
“Get on?” I parrot back his unromantic suggestion.
“Do you want this or not?”
“Not if you’re going to act like a bitch about it.”
Suddenly, his left hand wraps around my throat, and his thumb gently rests on the notch at the base of my throat. Then his right one slides between my legs, where he inserts two fingers inside my pussy and rests his thumb at the top of my clit.
A strange moan hovers in the air.
I think it came from me.
When he presses down on the notch of my neck with one thumb simultaneously with the other one on my clit, I almost cry. “Hunter!”
His face is still hard.
“Are you ready to do what you’re told?”
“Yes,” I mew.
He removes the hand from my pussy but keeps the other around my throat, guiding me closer to his lap. I rest my upper arms on his shoulders, cradling the back of his head in my hands as I begin the slow, delicious descent down his dick.
I’m warm and wet, but it’s still a tight fit as I ride Hunter with sensual precision. I close my eyes, relishing every stroke I take from him as I rock my hips back and forth, up and down.
When I feel more pressure at the base of my throat, my eyes pop open to meet his steely grey ones.
“Do you love me, Megan?”
“Of course.”
“Only me.”
“Only you.”
My hips grind down on him faster.
“This is my pussy,” he growls.
“Yes!” I say, getting closer to my next orgasm.
“And I don’t fucking share.”
God, yes!
This is what I’ve been craving for so long from him. This is exactly what we needed. Things might have been off for us for a while, even before I was kidnapped, but when we’re together like this–that’s when I know that everything is right.
“Hunter!” I yell as every muscle in my body, especially my core, contracts and sends blood rushing to my head in the most perfect orgasmic tsunami.
I think I hear him grunt a release, too, but it’s hard to tell with this ringing in my ears. I know for sure as I feel him release himself in small pulses inside me.
My heart is finally calming to a normal rate as he holds me in his arms, petting my hair. I mirror the act and start playing in his too.
“I forgive you, Megan,” he says in a soft voice.
Huh?
I lean back to look at him.
“Forgive me for what?”
“For whatever happened with Parker. You’re my one weakness, baby. I realize that now. I accept that now. And I can forgive you for anything. I will always love you no matter what. Even if the baby wasn’t mine, I’d still love you.”
What in the actual fuck?
I can’t scramble off of Hunter’s lap fast enough.
“Even if the baby isn’t yours?" I spit back at him. "You think I’m carrying another man’s child, Hunter?”
“I didn’t say that. I meant that even if it was, I’d still love you.”
“Well, that’s some fucked up shit for you then because that sounds nutballs!”
I look for my largest duffle bag and start stuffing it with whatever I find first in my dresser drawers.
“This is the thing," I tell him as I pack. "You’re supposed to be so much wiser than me, so worldly, got your shit together and all of that but you know what you really are? You’re a man who has the emotional intelligence of a child. It’s obvious you’ve never been in love before because you don’t know what the hell to do with it!”
“Sit down, Megan. We’re not going to have a repeat of what happened last time. You’re not just going to storm out of here because you heard something you didn’t like and–”
“And what? Do you think I got myself kidnapped on purpose? This is all my fault now? I’ve never been in more danger than the moment I stepped foot in your godforsaken club, and I’ve had enough. I’m out. I quit!”
I find a clean sweatsuit in my closet and put it on.
“You’ve misunderstood.”
“I think I understand you perfectly for the first time ever.”
“There’s no leaving me. There’s no quitting us. You are mine, and I am yours, and instead of running from every disagreement we have, you’re going to have to learn how to stand and fight.”
“No, I think you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Middleton. I’ve been standing and fighting for myself my entire life. You met my family, right? That’s not how I’m trying to spend the rest of my life. I want a soft life. I want peace. I want happiness. Dammit, I deserve it. And clearly, I’m not going to get any of that with you.”
“I'm not just going to let you leave, not after everything that’s happened. Your safety is–"
“Oh, be quiet. I’m going back downstairs to my apartment. You’ll know where I am. You’ll know that I’m safe. But I need some immediate distance from you.”
I tug at my engagement ring.
My fingers have started to swell because of the pregnancy, and it’s tough to get it off, but after turning it a few times, I’m able to manage.
I place it on the dresser.
My beautiful ring.
I think about the moment he gave it to me. The moment he asked the question, I'd never imagined I'd be so lucky to hear. It was such a beautiful time in our lives and it's all changed so drastically...so fast.
“The engagement is off," I say somberly.
I lift the duffle and head to the elevator.
“Taking off the ring means nothing,” he says calmly, following me to the living room. “You are still my wife in every way that matters.”
I turn to him, tears streaming down my face.
“Why would you want a wife who’s carrying another guy’s baby?”
Then, as if on cue, the elevator doors open, and I walk inside. I can’t turn around as the doors close because I know if I do, I’ll run back inside.
I drop the duffle.
And collapse against one of the elevator walls.
I know in my heart that this is a turning point for us and I should stand my ground. I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. There's no future in that. Not a good one anyway. But I also know that my heart is literally breaking.