Chapter 44 #2
He grips my chin and turns my head to him, fusing his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.
Before I can get lost in his embrace, he breaks the kiss but stays close.
His breath dances over my lips when he whispers, “Stay forever if you want. Let me help you help yourself. We’ll get that van back in shape, so you have your base, your security blanket. But stay here.”
Butterflies spread in the wake of his words. He’s offering me everything I’m longing for on a gold platter.
But…
“Hunter, I told you. I’m falling for you and your brothers. This is bound to end in a catastrophe,” I whisper back, reaching out to stroke his beard with my wet hand.
“You’re good for us. All of us. I can already see how you’re changing Nash. And the things you do to North.” Hunt chuckles. “I don’t know the last time he was this alive. He was just functioning.”
“He hates me,” I mumble, my fingers stroking over his forearms.
“He hates that you make him feel,” Hunter states, prompting me to look back into his eyes. “You make him feel so much he’s struggling. You make us all feel. And I’m falling so hard for you right now. There is no turning back anyway. No matter what happens. I promise.”
He leans in to kiss me again, turning me with his hands on my hips to face him fully so I straddle him.
The water bubbles around us, and the soft glow of the fairy lights adds to the enchantment of the moment.
Hunter’s hands explore my body, gliding up and down my thighs, and I lose myself in the sensations he ignites within me.
His hand comes up to my shoulder and squeezes it, and I hiss in pain when his fingers press down on my bruise.
“Fuck, what did I do?” He searches my face with panic in his eyes.
“Nothing, sorry. I got hurt while working, and it’s still bruised.”
“You got hurt?” he asks, his tone accusatory when he pulls on the collar of his shirt to see my shoulder beneath it, but it’s too tight, and he nearly chokes me.
“Hunter,” I caution, and he lets go of the collar.
“Let me see,” he commands, pulling his heavy, wet shirt over my head and letting it fall behind us on the floor next to the hot tub with a wet splat.
When his eyes return to me, he notices I’m not wearing a bra and freezes.
I’m tempted to cross my arms over my chest, but at the same time, I want him to see me, to touch me.
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” Hunter stutters, his eyes not leaving my nipples that are just outside the water.
I put my arms around his neck and scoot closer to him, feeling the bulge in his shorts. “It’s fine,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.
But he breaks the kiss and turns me slightly to inspect the bruise. His fingertip caresses the spot gently. “It’s already healing.”
“Told you. I’m fine. Now kiss me,” I command with humor in my tone, leaning back in to kiss his perfect lips.
Hunter’s hands glide down my bare back until they find my ass, his fingers pressing into my cheeks.
“Is that okay?” he asks against my mouth, and I nod, kissing him once more.
One of his hands wanders up to my breast while I let my hands glide into his hair, pulling gently, making him groan.
His thumb slides over my nipple, and I gasp for air.
The contrast of the cold outside and the warm water makes me even more sensitive.
“That okay?” Hunter asks again when he takes my nipple between two fingers and rolls it.
I shudder and cling to him. “Yes, you can touch me everywhere.”
He squeezes my breast now, and his hand that was still on my ass wanders to my front. “Everywhere?” he asks gruffly.
I rest my forehead against his and breathe out, “Everywhere.”
My heart is pounding like crazy, and my knees tremble when I try to lift myself a bit so it’s easier for him to slip his hand into my thong.
When his finger finds my slit, I gasp, but he leans in and steals the breath right out of my mouth, kissing me deeply while his fingers start to explore me, stroking up and down before delving deeper.
“You’re so wet,” Hunter notes before biting my bottom lip.
I start to giggle, and he stops, looking at me confused. “We’re in a hot tub. Of course, I’m wet.”
“You little brat,” he nearly growls out before pushing a finger inside me, working it in and out.
I grip his shoulders, moaning softly. “Not so bratty anymore, are we,” he whispers, sliding a second finger inside.
My eyes grow heavy with desire, falling closed as I relish in the stretch.
Hunter doesn’t stop his movement, placing open-mouthed kisses down my neck and sucking on the skin on my collarbone.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and I start panting when his thumb comes up to circle my clit. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, pulling myself closer to him, hugging his face to my chest, prompting him to suck on my nipple.
Being outside with the cold breeze, the warm water, and the bubbles around us feels exhilarating. Just when I think the pressure inside me can’t get any better, his fingers inside me crook, rubbing my G-spot. My thighs begin to shake, my lower belly tightening. It’s too much, yet not enough.
I need more.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, and he halts all his movements, leaning back, his eyebrows furrowed as he searches my face for what I’m not sure.
“Like…” His words trail off, and his eyes dart between mine in question.
He’s so freaking adorable.
I let my hand glide down to his bulge while his fingers are still in my pussy. “Like… I want you…” I squeeze him, and he closes his eyes with a sharp inhale, “… inside me.”
“Holy fucking shit,” he mutters, eyes still closed, but when he opens them, there isn’t desire in them like I thought. He appears apologetic. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t want you to think I expected anything or assumed—”
I cut him off with a kiss. I bet Nash has some stashed around here somewhere.
Can’t tell me that boy doesn’t fuck frequently in this hot tub.
Compartments in the wooden frame built around the tub open with a click, and I reach out to the one next to us, opening it.
Bingo.
I take out the condom and show it to Hunter. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he mutters, “Thank fuck, I changed the water before we got in.”
Laughing, I slip off him and rip the condom open. “Lose your shorts.”
He does as he’s told, and they fall down with a loud slap behind us on the wooden floor. I reach down into the water and grip him, utterly surprised when my hand can barely circle his girth.
Oh, this will hurt so good.
Hunter hisses through his teeth and closes his eyes. “Fuck.”
I stroke him a few times, but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to manage to roll the condom onto him.
“Wait, let me.” He tries to help, stroking and pushing, but it doesn’t work either. “It’s too small. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I laugh out loud. “Oh, please, don’t apologize for having a big dick.”
I lean in to kiss him, and his fingers hook into the waistband of my thong before he pulls it off me. “I can eat you out instead,” he murmurs breathily.
Having his hot mouth on me, his big hands pushing my thighs open, his tongue lapping me up… As intriguing as that is, I need his cock.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips, the need to have him inside me overwhelming.
“I’m clean. I haven’t slept with anyone in seven years,” Hunter replies, his voice raspy.
Well, that’s surprising.
Fuck, am I rushing things with him?
Hunter seems to sense my sudden hesitation and grips my chin, locking his gaze with mine. “Do you want me?”
“Yes, I want you badly,” I answer honestly.
“Good, because I’ll die if I can’t fuck you soon.
” He positions himself at my entrance, and before I can utter another word, he sheaths himself in me, filling me up completely.
I gasp, clutching his shoulders, the stretch delicious.
I’ve never been this full, the pain only a dull throb compared to the desire that rushes through me as the head of his cock bumps my G-spot and hits so deep my breath catches.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” His voice is strained, his hands on my hips nearly bruising.
He moves slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being inside me.
Our eyes lock, and the intensity between us is electrifying.
With each thrust, the pleasure builds, and I can’t help but moan softly, lost in the sensation of him filling me.
He leans in to claim my mouth, and while his hips are punishing, his lips on mine are sweet, making the perfect combination.
But then, he surprises me by breaking the kiss and gently turning me around so that I’m sitting with my back against his chest, the position somehow seating him even deeper inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his chest rise and fall as he continues to guide me up and down on his hard length.
My back is arched, the sensation of the cold air on my skin mixing deliciously with the hot water and Hunter’s hands on my lower half sending a shiver through me.
“Cross your ankles,” he commands, and I do so, making it easier for him to lift me and set me down with his hands on my thighs, hitting just the right spot.
“Fuck,” I whimper out, my nails sinking into his neck.
His warm breath heats my neck as he kisses and nibbles on my skin. I surrender to his guidance, moving with him as he holds me close.
“Touch yourself, make yourself come on my cock,” he whispers. “I want to see how you make yourself come for me.”
Fuck, so hot.
My hand glides between my thighs while he presses me down on him a little harder, making me gasp.
The short bolt of pain fuels my desire even more, and I start to rub my clit fervently, panting heavily.
Hunter quickens his pace, and our bodies move together in perfect harmony.
The tension builds within me, pushing me closer to the edge, a moan leaving my lips.
He groans into my neck. “Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels?” Hunter grits out roughly in my ear. “So fucking tight and warm and wet. Freaking Heaven.”
He pants, and as the pleasure overwhelms me, I cling my free arm around his neck, gasping his name as I reach my peak. Hunter follows closely behind, pulling me down on him once more, his body shuddering as he finds his release. With each jolt, I feel his hot cum inside me.
I let myself collapse back on him, my head falling down on his shoulder, breathless and sated, wrapped in his arms that come to hold me around my stomach. The cool breeze soothes my heated skin while the warm water keeps the bite of the cold away.
“That was…” I start, still panting, as my hands come down to hold his forearms around me.
“Absolutely perfect, just like you,” Hunter remarks quietly, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. “You’re so goddamn sexy when you come on my cock.”
Fuck.
I turn slightly so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, making him pull out with the movement.
I can’t help but hiss at the sudden emptiness I’m left with.
Then, taking his face between my hands, I kiss him deeply.
He nibbles on my bottom lip and strokes my thigh as we sit there basking in the afterglow and each other.
The night quickly turns colder, and I shudder slightly, so Hunter urges me to get out. “You need a warm shower before bed.”
Climbing out, he reaches for his towel, quickly drying off his leg to put on his prosthetic, and once he has it secured, he puts his towel around his waist before grabbing mine and helping me out too.
Then, wrapping the gigantic towel around me like I’m a burrito, he rubs my upper arms to generate warmth.
“Fuck, Shortcake, so damn cute and sexy,” he mutters, kissing my forehead and turning off the hot tub.
With a hand on my lower back, he guides me inside the living room, closing the door behind us.
“Hunt,” North calls for him from the kitchen as we walk over to the hallway leading to our rooms hand in hand. “A word.”
A shudder runs down my back at North’s tone, but Hunter pulls me to him by my hand, cupping my cheek with the other, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Sleep well,” he whispers against my lips.
“Good night,” I whisper back.
He lets go of me with one last squeeze of my hand before he walks to the kitchen, where North stands with his arms crossed over his chest, giving me a death glare.
I can’t get to my room fast enough.