Chapter 28 #2
Her approach keeps his interest. And while there’s nothing remotely sexual about it, I don’t miss the way his gaze assesses her when she isn’t looking—like a predator trying to decide if the creature it’s just stumbled upon is prey or another predator.
Bunny confuses him, as she always does when meeting powerful men, throwing off his instincts with a well-placed touch on the arm or a demure laugh in place of a snarl.
With every minute that drags on, the urge to claim my little rabbit coils tighter inside me, a venomous viper sinking its fangs into that dark, primal part of me that always hungers for her.
The fact that she’s all but ignored me all night only heightens it.
I know Bunny is mine, and I know she’s not doing it to play games.
But with my child growing in her belly, whatever rationale I once had when it comes to her and other men has flown out the window.
In its place is razor-edged possessiveness.
It’s an authority I can’t exert over her. Otherwise, I’m no better than Nathaniel.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t remind her in other ways—like getting her so drunk on my dick she remembers exactly why there’s been no one else in her bed all this time. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Can I wait until later when everyone’s gone to bed?
Yes.
But where’s the fun in that?
Besides, I draw the line when the possibility of exchanging numbers comes up—even if it’s just to set him and Vixey up. He’s been asking questions about the blonde all night. Questions her friends are unwilling, or perhaps unable, to answer. They seem much more interested in him asking her himself.
“Babe, why don’t we get the gender reveal cake?” I don’t give Bunny the chance to answer, pushing my chair back and rounding the table to help her from her seat.
“Gender reveal?” Though it’s a question, Todd’s inflection is as dull as a blunt knife. I really don’t see what the appeal is—or why the girls think Vixey would be interested in Todd the robot when she has Alex, who looks like he could be a movie star.
“Didn’t you notice? We’re expecting.” Placing a hand over Bunny’s stomach protectively, I flash him a smile—though by the way Wrenley’s shoulders shake with suppressed laughter, I have a feeling it looks more like I’m baring my teeth.
“Congratulations.” Another forced sentiment, delivered with dry wit.
I pull Bunny into the kitchen and around the corner to the walk-in pantry where the cake is. “Enjoying yourself, Little Rabbit?”
“As a matter of fact, I am enjoying myself,” Bunny says with a sly grin. “Don’t be jealous. He’s into Vixey, I know it. You should’ve seen them—”
Her words cut off on a surprised squeal when I push her against the pantry door as soon as we’re inside and crash my mouth to hers.
“I don’t care,” I growl against her lips. “All I care about is being inside you right fucking now.”
Earlier, I slipped upstairs to retrieve her AirPods under the guise of using the bathroom. Now, I slide one into her ear and the other into mine, then pull up the audiobook she and Dove made us listen to on the drive.
“Hunter,” she laughs breathlessly, cheeks flushed, “you can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.” I lift her onto the counter and shove her skirt up around her waist. “Now press play, Little Rabbit.”
Pink colors her cheeks as I drag her blue lace panties down, pocketing them before unzipping my pants. The sound is loud in the enclosed space, mingling with her ragged breathing.
“Hunter,” she whispers, though her eyes are already half-lidded with lust. “Everyone is right on the other side of the door—”
Her gaze drops as my cock springs free, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She swipes her thumb across the bead of precum at the tip, and my restraint frays. I don’t step out of my pants all the way, pushing them down far enough that I can get the job done with precision.
“Then you’d better be quiet.” I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge. “Now press play and open up for me, Bunny.”
She obeys, and the husky voices of the audiobook curl between us. I sink into her in one slow, punishing stroke until I’m buried to the hilt.
From the speakers, a woman pants, “Orson’s palm strikes my ass, and I bite my lower lip to swallow the scream. Everything he’s saying is the truth. I’ve never had a man fuck me this thoroughly, let alone hold out until he’s made sure I’ve come at least twice.
Bunny’s nails sink into my back, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. Slowly—so fucking slowly—I pull out, shift her, then press back into her tight heat. “Fuck, you always feel so fucking incredible.”
Reaching around to thumb my clit, he picks up his pace just as the music dies. I try to muffle my squeals as he thrusts against my backside,—sharp and deep—like he’s trying to destroy my insides—like he’s trying to brand me just as he does his cattle.
“Is that what you want, city girl? Do you want me to fuck your dripping pussy while I burn my brand into your body?”
Shit. I must have said that part out loud.
“You branded me the day we met,” I whisper against Bunny’s mouth. “Seared yourself into my skin, my brain, my bones.”
She answers with a whimper. I lick the seam of her lips, trying to get her to open them before she bloodies the already swollen flesh.
He stops balls deep inside me, rolling his hips in a way that has his cock rubbing against that sweet spot inside that makes me melt.
“I’ll take you to the field and spread you wide for the whole herd to see before I devour you.
And once you’ve left your mark all over my face, I’ll make you see those stars you’re so desperate for.
Then, when you’re nothing but a puddle of pleasure only I can give you, I’ll burn my brand into you so deep, you’ll never forget your sordid weekend out here. ”
The counter shifts under the force of my next thrust, the wall of canned goods rattling as I drive into her harder.
If our friends know what’s good for them, they’ll keep my parents—and Todd fucking Langston—distracted.
“Is that what you do with your cows, Orson? A little bestiality before you brand them?”
I don’t know why I give him sass when he’s being the nicest he’s been since I arrived.
Yes, I do, it’s because I crave the punishment that comes with it.
Smack.
Bunny’s whimpers turn to moans. I hook my thumb into her mouth to keep it open. “So fucking wet for me, Little Rabbit. Or is it because you’re listening to your beloved characters getting fucked at the same time?”
“Hunter,” she breathes, wrecked and reverent, fisting my hair while digging her heels into my ass.
I let go of her jaw and devour her mouth.
A sharp cry flies from my lips before he grips my thighs and lifts them until I’m suspended in the air between him and the beam. My breasts dangle and sway as I scramble to grip the rope so it doesn’t cut deeper into my wrists, while Orson pounds into me like a rutting steed.
“Orson!” I cry. He’s fucking me in the closest to a wheelbarrow position I’ve ever been in, and the rope is dangerously close to breaking my skin.
His balls slap against my pussy with every drive home, and his grunts sound so loud in the barn that I’m sure people will hear us—until the music kicks back in and drowns our rough coupling.
“Such a fucking. Dirty. Girl,” he moans. His fingers dig into my thighs with a force that will leave marks, and I don’t know why the thought of that turns me on even more, but it does.
Not that I could be more turned on My pussy leaks all over his cock, so wet I can hear it every time he pushes inside.
Bunny leans back, grasping for anything to anchor herself as she rolls her hips against me, completely giving into the moment. A startled cry falls from her lips as she ends up placing her hand directly into the cake, smashing the entire thing.
“I’m going to come!” I try to whisper, but the words are strangled and hoarse.
Orson picks up his pace until he’s jackhammering into me, and my vision bursts with white dots as I explode all over him—my walls contract, gushing and squirting and trying to push him out.
“Fuck yeah, city girl. Such a goddamn filthy whore, aren’t you?”
With one final thrust, I feel his warm cum splashing my insides and coating me with his essence.
Branding me—just like he promised.
Thoroughly wrecking me for the six feet of disappointment that is Jordan when I inevitably have to return home to the man who hasn’t made me feel in three years what this asshole cowboy did in three days.
Bunny’s breasts heave and I ache to pull one out and suck on it, but I know she’s too sensitive.
I miss her nipples, and though pregnancy’s filled her chest out more, I couldn’t care less—I’m counting the days until I can bury my face between those perfect globes and clamp the rosy buds between my teeth.
I expect Orson to lower me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts his hands beneath my thighs, his cock slipping from my pussy, before he raises me in the air.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as my head tips toward the ground, bound wrists stretching above me.
Orson hooks my legs over his shoulders and licks between my legs, humming with contentment. “There’s something so sweet about you big city sluts.”
Before I can yell at him for bringing up other women with his face buried in my pussy, he begins lapping at me, cleaning our mess and flicking his tongue against my sensitive, swollen clit.
My legs tighten around his head as he clamps his teeth down on it and sucks like he’s trying to eat my very soul.
Moving my hand between us, I thumb her clit while she rides my dick again—taking what she needs, leaving me at her mercy. Each sweep of her hips grinds her against my pelvic bone, swallowing me to the hilt.
Vaguely, I’m aware my asshole is shoved against his nose in this position, but I can’t bring myself to care, undulating my hips like the dirty slut I am until I’m coming again and he swallows me down like he’s been lost in the desert and I’m the first drink of water he’s had in days.
“Hunter, I’m gonna come,” Bunny mewls, clawing at my neck, smearing cake and frosting everywhere before erupting all over my cock.
Just like listening to the spice turns her on, watching does the same for me.
I take over the pace as she rides out her orgasm, and the sight of her creamy release streaking my cock has my balls tensing just moments before my own climax steals my breath.
This time, while I’m coming down from my high, Orson gently lowers me before releasing my wrists from their bindings.
I don’t know why I expect pretty words or a soothing kindness from him, but I’m still disappointed when he throws my dress at me before pulling on his pants.
“You’ll want to put some salve on those.” He nods at my wrists.
The audiobook cuts off as I hit pause. Without the sound in my ears, I realize just how loud our ragged breathing is—and I can only imagine how much worse the counter slamming into the wall must’ve sounded.
“Holy fuck, Hunter.” Bunny holds me close, burying her face against my neck. “That was amazing.”
Sweat slicks our skin, and I keep shallowly thrusting as we come down from the high. My gaze drifts past her shoulder to the ruined dessert, and blissful contentment thrums through my veins when I catch the color inside.
Unhurriedly, I still my hips, my cock still pulsing inside her as I gently coax her face from my neck.
“Well… would you look at that?”
Lifting her frosting-smeared hand between us, I let Bunny see the color of the cake crushed between her fingers. Pure, unfiltered joy floods my system at the sight of tears glittering in her mossy eyes as they flick between mine and the bright pink confectionary crumbs.
“Looks like we’re having a girl.”
Sticking her fingers into my mouth to clean off the mess, I can’t help but think it’s not nearly as sweet as watching that last piece of the puzzle to motherhood click into place in her eyes.
As Bunny drops her gaze to her belly, that connection she’s been so afraid of settles over her—sure and unwavering.
Her clean hand drifts down to the gentle curve of her stomach, and her voice trembles on a laugh. “Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to meet you, baby girl.”
For the first time since I met Bunny, I don’t need to ask for assurance from her. Don’t need to ask for her heart, or hear her make me promises of forever.
I feel it.
Right here, right now, in this pantry, with cake smeared across us and our little girl on the way. I know—undoubtedly—that Bunny is mine, just as I’m hers.
Finally, after all this time, my world feels complete.