Chapter 23 #2
Heat envelops me as he curls his fingers around mine and helps me down. My heels close the height gap a little, but I still have to crane my neck to look up at him as we wind our arms around each other. Only a few seconds into the song and I settle for pressing my cheek against his chest.
It feels nice. Normal. Everything we could have started so long ago if we weren’t so stubborn. Being in Hunter’s arms makes me feel safe, but I still ask, “Do you think someone at the department could have found out about Nathaniel?”
“No, Little Rabbit. Keels and James kept that shit locked up tight.” He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me reassuringly.
“Who is sending the letters then? And why?” I muse out loud, more to myself than to him.
He shushes me gently. “Can we just enjoy this moment, please?”
“Sure. It’s not like a stalker is sending you letters,” I deadpan.
Hunter stops moving, abandoning my waist to lift my chin.
“If you think I’m going to let anything happen to you, you’re dead wrong, Little Rabbit.
” His voice drops to a husky timbre—gravelly and intense—and I feel it all the way to my toes.
“Anyone who tries to hurt you or our baby will find themselves in a world of pain, because I don’t take kindly to others threatening my family.
And that’s what you are, Bunny. My family.
If anyone tries to take you from me, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands. ”
I should be bothered by the ferocity in his statement, but I am so incredibly turned on I’m pretty sure my arousal is starting to smear on my thighs.
“Now be a good girl and dance with me. Because as soon as the song is over, I’m going to take you home, bend you over, and eat my dessert from between your thighs.”
A whimper slips between my parted lips, an inferno blazing low as he guides my head back to his chest and I try to think about anything other than the promise of what another hour will bring. I’m hot, needy, and desperate to get out of this tight dress, to the point I can barely focus on the song.
Hunter hums along, the notes reverberating against my ear like he’s trying to fuse the lyrics to my soul.
I pay closer attention, listening to the singer croon about her ex-lover wanting her back—about crying her a river like she did for him.
I pull my head away, narrowing my eyes. “Seriously?” I deadpan.
He chuckles, asking innocently, “What?”
“You’re lucky you’re cute and that I’m too horny to care about the lyrics.”
“Feeling guilty for the way you treated me, Little Rabbit?”
Why does everything he says have to sound so damn sexual? “No. I am, however, feeling highly sensitive to literally everything you do right now. And I swear to god, if you don’t touch me soon, I might explode.”
Irritation sparks—then fizzles when he grips my chin. “I think this is my favorite thing about you being pregnant. Alright. Let’s get you home, my little sex goddess.”
Hunter
Sighing heavily, I turn from where Bunny’s passed out on the couch, snoring softly.
At the club and during the cab ride back to my place, she was insatiable. As soon as we get home? Out cold after a few minutes while I check on Pepper.
Hunter Jr. deflates from the hard-on he’s been sporting since she expressed her displeasure at the familiarity with which Sophie greeted me. “Well, that didn’t exactly go as planned.”
Should’ve left when she wanted to.
Sex isn’t the only reason I wanted to take her out tonight, though.
Sure, it’s been great that she’s horny all the time—it’s like we’re making up for all the time we could’ve actually been fucking instead of just fucking around.
But nothing compares to holding her in my arms in front of a crowd and saying she’s mine.
It’s been hard for her to bind herself to a title, but she’s trying for me, which is all I can ask.
Intending to put her in my bed, I step into the living room, but Yasha lifts his head from where he’s perched next to her and lets out a soft, warning growl.
Instead of focusing on her, I bend to pet Maru so Yasha doesn’t feel threatened. “So that’s what this is about, hmm? I appreciate you protecting your mom and all, but that’s my baby in there, buddy.”
Once he settles, I scratch behind his ears, then cradle Bunny in my arms. She snuggles into my chest and steals the breath from my lungs with how beautiful she is—even in sleep.
Part of me feels bad for dismissing her worry about the letters earlier. It isn’t that I’m not worried about her safety. I just don’t want her stressing over something we can’t control. The less paranoid she is, the more at ease her stalker will be.
And when he slips up—and he will slip up—I’ll be there, ready to put an end to his miserable life.
A breathy moan fills the air as silk glides against my skin.
Warm.
Wet.
Lower and lower, until fevered lips wrap around my cock.
Sucking.
Licking.
Turning me into her personal Hunter-flavored lollipop.
My fingers tangle in her silken strands, careful not to tug too hard as I lift her off me, groaning at the pop of her mouth and the string of saliva connecting her tongue to my steel-hard length.
Slowly, she crawls up my body and sinks onto me like her pussy is the lock and my cock is the key to our shared pleasure. “Fuck me, Hunter.”
My hips roll, one hand anchoring her hip while the other smooths over her swollen belly. Her breasts heave, dusky nipples tight and begging to be kissed.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” She bucks, grinding down as her pussy swallows my length.
It feels too fucking real to be a dream.
Am I dreaming?
Or is this—
The lust-fueled haze of what I thought was a lucid dream lifts as my eyes snap open. Bunny is riding me, clenching around my cock with every salacious pass of her hips. She’s even more perfect now that I’m fully awake—head tipped back, mouth open in bliss.
“What are you doing, Little Rabbit?”
She must’ve woken up and slipped out of her undergarments.
Before I put her to bed, I peeled the dress from her body but left her partially covered so she wouldn’t wake thinking I took advantage.
She knows I’d never do that, but I won’t risk her feeling uncomfortable.
And there’s something just plain weird about a man stripping his girlfriend completely bare while she’s passed out.
“Milking your cock for your cum. Don’t you like that? Isn’t my pussy nice and tight? And wet? And warm?” Each sleepy question is punctuated with a thrust, the swell of her belly turning my insides feral at the vision she makes.
Fuck, I’m so in love with this woman.
Bunny’s always had a dirty mouth, but lately there are no boundaries to her inhibitions when we’re intimate. I’ve heard her say shit that nearly made me blush.
“Oh yeah? Does my greedy girl want to be filled up?” Her responding moan is music to my ears as I gently rotate us, laying her back against the pillows.
Staying on my knees, I push into her and lift her legs around my waist. Raven strands fan over my sheets like a dark halo as her head thrashes. I thumb her clit and thrust slow and deep, making sure she feels every solid inch I have to give.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Hunter,” she cries my name like worship. Half-lidded pine watches me through the dark, moonlight casting her in a resplendent glow like a true goddess receiving my offering.
“You’re mine, Bunny.” I hook her legs higher, hitting a new angle, then return to strumming her like a guitar string.
“This pussy is mine. This swollen little clit is mine. These perky breasts? All mine.” Shallow breaths make her chest heave as her walls flutter.
“Your mouth and that sinfully wicked tongue.”
“Claim them all, Hunter. I want to feel you everywhere.” She’s fully awake now, earthy pine brightening to golden moss as it catches the silvered light. “Remind me who I belong to. I’ve been a bad girl, and I think I’ve forgotten.”
A growl rumbles from my chest and I flex inside her. “Well then, Little Rabbit, I’ll make sure that by the end of the night you’re so thoroughly wrecked you’ll never forget again.”
Sweat slicks our skin, shining where we meet as I lean down and capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Picking up my pace, I snap my hips, branding her pussy with my cock. Electric tension coils at the base of my spine, slithering into my balls as she cries out.
Without warning, she clamps down—trapping me in a vise grip, pulsing around me as she comes on my cock. She’s everywhere, pulling me in with her nails and her heels and her fucking tight pussy, milking me until I’m spilling inside her in thick, hot bursts.
“Keep going,” she begs, and it sounds so fucking pretty it drags another climax out of me.
I obey, fucking her through another release—her warmth flooding me until I’ve got nothing left to give. I slip from her searing walls and kiss down her sweat-slicked skin to the apex of her thighs.
“No, I can’t take any more. I need a break.” Bunny pushes at my head, whimpering as I lick through her center to clean up our mess.
Gathering her wrists in one hand, I pin them to her chest while I scoop the cum leaking from her pussy and push it back inside with two fingers. “Oh, baby, there are no breaks tonight. You had your rest earlier. And you just said you forgot who you belong to.”
“You. I belong to you. It was a figure of speech in the heat of the moment.” She gasps, struggling against my hold as I lick a path up her center and seal my mouth over her clit. “Fuck, I’m too sensitive. Hunter, I can’t.”
“You can, Little Rabbit. There’s nowhere to run. You’re trapped.” I suck her sweet and steady, fingers pumping in rhythm with my mouth, building a pace that has her keening like an animal in heat. “And now, it’s time for the hunter to devour his prey.”