Chapter 38
“You have a baby! In a bar!” Dove flashes Hunter and me a wide, saccharine smile, nodding and waggling her brows. Her tone has a Southern twang—albeit a poor one—as she grabs a pool cue, stomping her platform-clad heel like an exclamation point.
Hunter and I share a confused look. She knew we were coming. We made plans to meet for lunch a few days ago.
Her joy falls flat. She tosses the stick back onto the pool table and lets her arms flop. “Sweet Home Alabama?”
Wrenley, on the other side of Hunter, leans over, hiding his mouth from her as he whispers, “We’re coming off a Reese Witherspoon marathon.”
“Oooh.” Hunter turns to me, making grabby hands for the baby. “How are my girls today?”
“Well, our little princess was less than thrilled about her shots, but she’s good.” Lifting Faline out of the BabyBjorn, I hand her over, inwardly melting as Hunter cradles her to his chest and coos in an unintelligible language.
He looks around, brows notching together. “Where’s the car seat?”
“With Hank. I told him to come in for lunch, but he has a doctor’s appointment, so he’ll be back when he’s finished.”
Yes, Hank is still alive.
The old cabbie took the money I gave him and immediately went to a better doctor for a better treatment, which couldn’t have made me happier.
Though it’s still too early to tell if he’ll beat it, he’s looking and feeling better.
Now he’s Uncle Hank. He and Hunter took an immediate liking to each other, and Carla and David welcomed him into our little family with open arms.
Our family.
Finally, after being on my own for so long, I feel like I have an actual home. Somewhere I belong. I never had that before, even when I was married to Nathaniel.
It’s truly the best feeling in the world.
“Vixey!” Dove shouts through the bar even though it’s the middle of the afternoon and not very busy.
Turning, I see our honey-blonde friend walking in… Todd right on her heels.
They look like the oddest pair, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.
Where Vixey is all baggy pants, crop tops, and a wild mane of hair Serena van der Woodsen would envy, Todd is crisp suits, watches that probably cost more than her rent, and a perfectly styled coif that always looks freshly cut.
My gaze flicks to Alex behind the bar, watching them with thinly veiled annoyance. He, like us, was skeptical when they got back together. But whatever Todd did, Vixey seems to have completely forgiven him, and now they’re insufferable.
I thought Hunter and I were bad. Vixey and Todd take PDA to a whole other level.
“I didn’t think you were going to make it.” Dove stretches on her tiptoes to hug her as they reach us.
“Todd pushed a meeting so we could come.” Vixey shrugs like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Oh yeah, they don’t go anywhere without each other.
“So glad you could make time for us with your busy schedule,” I deadpan, eyes locked on Todd.
Just because she’s forgiven him doesn’t mean I will.
Hunter laughs as Todd fixes me with a dry stare. There’s no love lost between us, and everyone knows it. Vixey is like my unofficial little sister now, and as far as I’m concerned, he has a lot more groveling to do after what he did to her.
Vixey hugs me from behind, her woodsy-vanilla scent engulfing my senses as she leans down to whisper, “Just give him a break today, okay? I promise, he deserves forgiveness.”
She straightens and heads toward Hunter. “Now let me see my niece!”
“Come with me,” I whisper to Hunter, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the table.
No one pays us any attention. The girls are busy fawning over the baby while Wrenley and Todd talk in a corner about real estate investments. And I’m glad for it, because I’ve been wanting to get Hunter alone since I left the doctor’s office earlier.
“Where are you taking me, Little Rabbit?” Hunter laughs as I tug him toward the bathrooms.
“I know you have to go back to work soon, so I want to talk before you leave.” I make him wait in the hall while I ensure no one’s in the women’s room, then pull him in and lock the door.
Instant arousal floods me as I spin and jump into his arms. Hunter catches me effortlessly, groaning when I smash my lips to his. “Well, this is a nice surprise.”
“I got cleared today for sex, and I didn’t want to wait until tonight.” I work his belt open as he sets me on the vanity.
Hunter chuckles, smoothing my hair off my shoulder before kissing my neck. “Is my little rabbit horny?”
“Very,” I moan, freeing his cock from its confines. “I need you now.”
Stroking him, I relish the shuddering gasp that flies from his mouth as he grips my hips, dragging me to the edge and shoving my dress up. “I did not imagine our first time after you were cleared would go like this.”
My body sparks to life as his fingers dance along my skin, skimming between my legs to pull my underwear to the side. I notch him at my entrance. “I don’t care, Hunter. I can’t wait any longer.”
Electricity crackles between us. Everywhere he touches feels on fire, and the proof is in the wetness pooling between my thighs. Hunter takes over, swiping the swollen head of his cock through my center while we watch our bodies join for the first time in nearly half a year.
“Fuck, I missed your pussy.” Hunter swallows my loud groan as he pushes all the way in.
There’s no waiting for me to adjust, no whispered sweet nothings or declarations of love—just our shared feral hunger and an insatiable appetite for each other. He stretches me, filling me again and again. Muscle memory kicks in, and our bodies crash in a tidal wave of fevered starvation.
“Mine,” Hunter growls, nipping my lower lip.
One hand anchors my hip while the other strums my clit. My feet dig into his ass, helping him thrust as I cry his name over and over, our voices ricocheting off the tile.
“All yours, baby. Always.” I slide my hand up to cup his cheek, pulling his gaze from where he watches us to meet mine. “Show me who I belong to.”
It’s probably my overactive imagination, but I swear Hunter swells inside me, angling my body back to hit deeper. We fit so tightly that I feel every ridge and vein of his cock, and I kiss the air with a curse, wondering how the fuck I survived so long without him.
“This pussy belongs to me.” Hunter jerks his hips, spearing me with deep strokes like he’s trying to imprint himself as one of my vital organs.
“This body belongs to me.” His fingers pinch my clit, then trail upward—over my stomach, through the valley of my breasts—before encircling my throat.
“You belong to me, Little Rabbit, and I’m going to make sure you never fucking forget it. ”
Each word lands with a thrust. His mouth maps my neck, teeth sinking in to leave love bites before his tongue laves the tender skin.
Our wet flesh slapping together reverberates through the small space, mixing with our ragged breaths and murmured encouragements as he drags us higher and higher until we’re on the edge together.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Fuck, baby. I revere you. You’re the only divine thing I’ll get on my knees for, and I’m going to spend every day for the rest of our lives worshipping at your altar.”
My pussy flutters. His fingers tighten at my throat—firm but gentle—pulling me impossibly closer as he presses our foreheads together. “Come for me, Little Rabbit.”
We jump off that precipice at the same time, our orgasms washing through us. Our muscles flexing, groans mingling as our open mouths seal again, licking and sucking and biting to savor every morsel of each other.
“Fuck, I’m so obsessed with you,” Hunter breathes into my mouth as we come down from our highs.
“Obsessed doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.” I exhale a shaky laugh, rolling my hips slowly, loving the way his eyes roll back and his cock flexes inside me.
I’m about to suggest we stay joined until he’s ready for round two when pounding rattles the door. I squeak as he slips out of me, and I feel so fucking empty as our releases begin to spill down my thighs.
“You two better not be fucking in there again!” Alex roars from the other side.
Hunter’s deep, amused chuckle vibrates against me as he scoops our cum and slowly pushes it back inside. I’m sensitive, my hips jerking as he toys with me. I bite my bottom lip and lean back, angling my legs wider so he has a glorious view of his ministrations.
“One day soon I’m going to fuck another baby into you.” He steps away, grabs paper towels, and wets them at the sink so we can clean up.
It’s then I realize, in my haste to have him, I completely forgot a condom.
You can’t get pregnant again this soon… right?