Chapter 15 Bunny - Present
Present
A frown pulls at my lips as Hunter smiles at his phone once more, irritation racing through my veins at the speed of a cheetah going after its next meal.
Who is he texting?
Who is putting that smile on his face?
“I was thinking we should get the cupcakes decorated in green frosting with dinosaurs on top,” I grumble, hands on my hips as I stare at him, trying to pull his attention from his screen. He’s been preoccupied since he arrived, intrigued by whoever is on the other end of his incessant messaging.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.” He doesn’t even look up, barely concealing a full-bodied laugh before his fingers fly over the screen again.
My eye twitches. Irritation transforms into full-on fury.
We’re supposed to be finalizing last-minute prep for Dove’s birthday—a task set on us by Wrenley, who apparently can’t be bothered to part from my best friend long enough to do this himself.
Not that I’m upset about the party—it’s her big 3-0—but I am upset that her boyfriend thought Hunter and I needed to do this together, like he gave Hunter instructions I’m not privy to.
Ones he seems to be disregarding, since he’s not paying attention to a single detail we need to iron out. The party is tomorrow.
Detective Dick is barely speaking to me, and what little I’ve gotten has been distracted at best and downright rude by way of ignoring me at worst.
Finally I snap, unable to take it anymore. With a growl, I demand, “Who are you talking to?”
Since we slept together, Hunter seems determined to drive home that he’s done waiting around for me. Apparently that also includes common decency. He’s been a huge part of my life for so long. I don’t appreciate him taking himself out of it so abruptly.
Even if—God help me—he’s right.
Now that he’s not up my ass all the time, I miss him. It was never a matter of wanting him, and he knows that. But I feel like I have to double down on not letting him force me into a decision I’m not, and might never be, ready for.
Whiskey eyes flick up to meet my gaze, a smirk curving his lips as he finally gives me more than a flicker of attention. “Jealous, Little Rabbit?”
“Pissed off. You’re being rude. I just suggested green frosted cupcakes with dinosaur figurines for toppers, for fuck’s sake. You think Wrenley will appreciate that oversight in detail?”
Hunter exhales hard, pushing my coffee table away from the sofa as he stands. “You don’t need me for this. I’m sure you can handle picking out frosting colors on your own.”
“Wrenley asked us both to do it!” I step in front of him as he tries to leave, the air heating with my movement, heavy tension settling between us. “What is your deal? All of a sudden you’re a hot commodity now that you’re finished with me?”
A laugh bubbles from his throat, sharp and sardonic. “I never stopped being a hot commodity, as you so eloquently put it. Though it sure is telling how interested you are in my life now that I’m no longer interested in yours.”
Okay. Ouch.
“Oh, don’t kid yourself. You even said you were doing this to teach me a lesson.
” I step into him, our bodies nearly touching as I crane my neck and sneer.
“Go ahead, Hunter. Fuck around and find out. If you want to sleep with all the fucking badge bunnies after your dick, be my guest. But if you think I won’t do the same, you’re dead wrong, buddy.
So far, we both know neither of us has even dared, but if you cross that line?
There is no going back. That’ll be the end. ”
“I already said it was the end, so keep threatening me, baby. It makes me hard.” His phone goes off again.
His eyes slide to the screen. He holds it up.
Another smile spreads across his face.
Runaway rage erupts inside me at the dismissal. Before I know what I’m doing, I snatch his phone and whip it across the room. Yasha and Maru—used to all my nefarious basement noises—don’t even stir as the device smacks the wall and the screen spiders into a thousand glittering shards.
We both blink. I didn’t mean to throw it that hard. He’s just making me so… furious.
The silence that follows is deafening. Neither of us moves as our chests heave, air escaping our lungs with thick drags of anticipation.
A crackle of invisible energy snaps between us, sending goosebumps across my limbs.
My nipples harden against the thin material of my lavender top, and my legs clench together as warm arousal pools at the apex of my thighs.
Hunter’s eyes darken, turning to molten gold as he grabs my waist and digs his fingers into my side.
The other hand lifts to my face, grabbing my chin between his thumb and index finger.
A cocky grin twists his lips, his voice husky as he asks, “The thought of someone else having my attention pisses you off, doesn’t it?
Finally got a taste of my cock after all this time and now you want it all to yourself, Little Rabbit?
Tell me. Use your words and tell me how badly you want me. ”
His words pull a whimper from my throat and, subconsciously, my tongue darts out to wet my lips.
His eyes follow the movement before he nods and lowers his head, his warm breath fanning over my face in a minty cloud.
“Yeah, you do, don’t you? I’ll bet it’s killing you, not knowing if another woman has had me in her mouth.
Not knowing if I’ve been inside anyone else.
I’ll bet you're soaked at the idea of getting on your knees so you can show me what I’m missing, aren’t you, Bunny?
If you want to get on your knees and suck my cock, Little Rabbit, I’m not gonna stop you. ”
I’ve never given Hunter a blow job. Never had his perfectly sculpted, silky flesh in my mouth. I’ve seen it, admired it, had it in my pussy. I’ve held it and fantasized about going down on him. Envisioned him coming undone for me as I get myself off when I’m in bed alone.
He’s eaten me out more times than I can count, but he’s never let me go there with him, always trying to bring me pleasure instead of taking his own.
That ends right now.
Jerking my chin from his grasp, I shove him— hard.
A brief flash of surprise brightens his eyes as he falls back on the sofa, but it’s gone as soon as my hands are on his belt, pulling it open and unfastening his pants.
Hunter sucks in a sharp breath as I fist his cock, his arms suspended at his sides, fists clenching as if wanting to grab me but unsure if he trusts himself to allow it.
“How many times have you dreamed of this, Hunter?” I demand, gaze falling to the mass of steel between my fingers.
He’s thick and long, precum already glistening at his tip.
I drop my head and lick it off, savoring the salty taste.
“How many times have you thought of fucking my face and coming down my throat?”
A heady chuckle passes through his parted lips as he watches me with wonderment. “Fuck, Bunny,” he breathes, low and raspy. “You know, all you’re doing is proving me right. Proving that you’re mine.”
His hips lift slightly, pumping himself into my fist. Another wave of liquid desire leaks from me, and I rub my thighs to alleviate some of the delicious ache. “If I’m yours, stop entertaining the thought of having another woman.”
Lust shudders his face. “Then make me yours, Little Rabbit.”
Slowly, he reaches for my head, threading his fingers through the silken strands at the base of my neck. “Now open that pretty fucking mouth and suck it like it belongs to you.”
I open my mouth to spit back a scathing reply, but the second my lips part, Hunter shoves my head down, lifting his hips to slide his cock against my tongue.
I’m not prepared for the invasion, and I gag as he hits the back of my throat—and he’s only partway in.
I clutch his thighs in a not-so-silent warning, my protest sending vibrations straight down his length.
Hunter’s fist tightens in my hair as he groans, holding me in place with half his cock still exposed and ready for my mouth.
“No, no, no,” he murmurs, rotating his hand to collar my neck, his thumb stroking down the side.
“Breathe through your nose, baby.” His voice dips lower, huskier.
“Then hold it while I cut off your airway.”
I do as I’m told, refusing to break eye contact while I focus on my breathing until it’s no longer possible. After a few moments of shuddered breaths and stuttered curses, he pulls out slightly. Greedily, I gulp in air around him as tears sting my eyes while my heart thumps wildly against my ribs.
I cut my reprieve short, relaxing and hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around him as I start to bob my head.
“That’s my girl,” he praises.
My body ignites like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Arousal dripping down my thighs, nipples trying to pierce through my shirt.
As if he knows it, Hunter tilts and drops his gaze between my legs. “Spread them, baby. Let me see how wet you are with my cock shoved down your throat. Show me how pretty your pussy looks when it’s begging to be filled the way I’m filling your mouth.”
Fuck. Hunter’s dirty talk is enough for me to abandon all rational thought. I follow his orders, reaching down to pull my skirt up. The cool air hits my soaked pussy as I dry hump the air, searching for any sort of relief.
“Oh, fuck,” he draws out the word on a moan.
“Look at my perfect fucking girl. Taking my cock so well.” Hunter shifts, pressing in further as he reaches down to pinch a nipple through my clothes.
I shift uncomfortably as a whimper vibrates in my throat—not one of pleasure, but pain.
I must be about to start my period because that fucking hurt, and I don’t normally have tender breasts.
The noise sends another vibrating hum around his cock. He sucks in a breath before chuckling, pressing my head down further. “Now, suck it, Bunny. Take it all down your throat like a good girl and don’t you dare leave a fucking drop.”