Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Eleanor
Dream dirty, dream big—just dream of me.
T here are moments when your world tilts on its axis and begins to rotate into a future you never dared dream. Being held in Hunter's arms while he shows me the stars, knowing I could fall and he would catch me was one of those. He carries me back to shore, wrapping us in the discarded blanket as he leads me through the forest to the tiny tent, set a little away from everyone else. We don't speak as he unzips the door and ushers me inside. The tent is literally big enough for the pair of us to lay down. I expect a squeaky blow up mattress, but the floor has some sort of memory foam on it underneath the double sleeping bag. I shed the damp blanket and climb inside, chills trembling through my body. Hunter zips the door before following me and cocooning us inside. His scent, warmth, and protective presence surrounds every inch of me. I roll to face him, needing to see his eyes. The tent is full of shadows, but I've never felt more seen in my entire life.
My fingers trail over his chest, pausing where Steph’s date is forever etched into his skin. He's been through so much. The deepest scars are not the visible ones; they are the wounds carved into our hearts so deep it hurts with every beat, reminding us of our pain with every breath. I cannot take away his hurt, but perhaps together, we can make memories that push the hard ones away.
This is one of those moments. I don't want dirty words and tricks tonight. I want to bare my heart and truly show someone, for the first time, everything that I am. If you change nothing, then nothing will change. I want to grasp those fine threads of a future where I don’t just breathe, I live, I explore, I soar, unafraid of falling because I know someone will always catch me. Partnerships should be about synergy, where together we are more than the sum of our wholes.
"Eleanor," he chokes, his voice rough with an emotion I can’t place. "Kiss me."
It's a need, one I feel deep in my chest. The vulnerability I have shown him, he is offering back, peeling away the locks he keeps around himself and letting me truly in. I lean in, and our mouths fuse together in a delicate dance of openness and light. He grabs my knee and secures it against his hip, his cock nestling between my legs, pushing against my clit with every shift of his powerful body. Fuck, that feels amazing. He doesn't push inside, letting our heated kiss control his hips. He rolls in waves, sometimes going deeper, faster, other times slower and softer. It makes me dizzy with need. With desire. With... he finally pushes inside of me, rocking our bodies in a slow rhythm that drives me wild. But it's perfect. Every single thrust is like he's tangling our individual pieces to form a new path. I want it, more than I've ever wanted anything before. Something for me. Something entirely mine.
His lips barely leave mine as we move together in a slow harmony neither of us have ever experienced. Nothing like the rushed frenzied need I goaded him into. This is deeper, more intimate, going beyond a simple release. We both want this to last. Beyond this moment. Beyond tomorrow when the sun forces us to face the demons we released. Forever. There's something incredibly freeing in letting all your walls down, taking off your mask and shedding the responsibilities we both know are waiting for us. We need to take these stolen moments under the stars and let them carry us through the dark times. His free hand tangles in my hair, and he gives it a small tug, making me clench around him.
"Stay with me," he utters against my lips. I know he doesn't mean now.
"Always."
I expect him to speed up, knowing he can't ignore his release forever. I know I can't. I press tighter against him, gaining a little more friction that makes me cry out his name. His lips fuse with mine, and he slides so deep I feel him everywhere. It’s too much and not enough. It’s everything and nothing. It’s… him. His chest rubs against my breasts, and then I'm flying, my back arching, my body flush to his, and he follows me over the edge, right there beside me, exploding with a soft growl. That axis tilt solidifies, and my world now irrevocably encompasses him.
The surrounding air is thick with emotion as our bodies cool. He pulls the sleeping bag up to cover my shoulder, tucking us in as we catch our breath. I try rolling away, the feelings inside of me overwhelming, and I need space to breathe. His grip on my hip tightens. He's still hard and lodged inside of me, filling me completely inside and out. But I know he came.
"Where are you trying to go, Eleanor?"
"We-I-W-wha -don't know. I can't—” My thoughts are a jumbled mess, my words barely more than gasps between us. They are all fighting to escape, but also huddle in the corner, eager to be put back into their box. But the box doesn’t exist anymore. Nothing is the same. Everything’s changed.
His arm comes around my back, and he pulls me even closer. "Breathe, trouble. It's okay."
"I—” Love you? Is that what this is? Panic and peace war within me, my skin feeling too tight for my body. How would I know? I don't have anything to compare it against. I loved my mother and, for the most part, my brother. But to be in love? That's something entirely different. It's not a link generated by a genetic biological quirk. It's a choice. One you have to make. One you have to open yourself enough for. I don’t even know if I’m capable of falling in love.
"I know," he whispers. "Trust me, I know. But I want to see your eyes when I tell you I love you for the first time."
Not if, when. I'm losing myself in this man. The closed off biker with a warm heart who makes me see stars.
"Okay." What else can I say? We both know. He's taken a step deeper than me, which I appreciate. He seems to always be ahead of me in this, but I am happy to follow his lead.
He slides his cock out of me and gently rolls me so my back is against his chest. He kisses the side of my neck, igniting those little sparks I’ve come to love down my spine. He's insatiable, and I love it.
"Stay still, trouble."
He fumbles with something in the tent, then his fingers push inside me, making me groan. The temporary reprieve where we made love—yes, that's what it was—is over. Hunter King wants to fuck my body until I can't think of anything but him. And I can’t fucking wait.
"Again?" I ask, a little confused. Isn't there normally a recovery period? "Aren't you satisfied?"
He chuckles as he nips my ear. “No, trouble. With you, it will never be enough. I want to devour you, strip you bare until you are a sweaty, satiated mess. Then, when you think you can’t take any more, I’ll slide my cock so deep inside you, you’ll think of nothing else. No one else. Only the two of us will exist in that moment.”
This man and his mouth are enough to set my world on fire, and I am desperate for the heat. "I'll revel in it."
He growls low as he runs his tongue down the side of my neck, and I wiggle my ass against him in invitation. His fingers are still pulsing inside my body in a slow rhythm, pushing me back towards the cliff.
“Tell me something you’ve always wanted that you’ve never had the confidence to ask for. Something you touch yourself to in the middle of the night. Something that makes your clit throb.”
Things I touch myself to? My mind explodes with possibilities... so many fantasies I always assumed would remain exactly that—a dream. Not because they are so freaky no one would entertain them, but because they involve giving up control, and that has never been a possibility. Until him.
"Damn, you just got really wet. Tell me, Eleanor," he growls. "Or I'll edge you all fucking night."
I don't doubt it.
It shouldn't make any sense with my history, but… "Being restrained."
He doesn't miss a beat. "Do you want me to tie your hands behind your back, trouble?"
I lick my lips, thankful it is easier to be honest in the dark. His thumb brushes against my clit, and stars spark along the edge of my vision. "Yes."
"Now?"
There's a zap of electricity through my body at the carnal promise. "Yes."
I swallow as he removes his fingers from my pussy, rubbing our shared come over my lips. Fuck. Dirty Hunter is in control, and I cannot wait to be at his mercy. "Then put your hands behind your back."
I roll forward and twist my arms behind me. He rustles around and an unfamiliar cool band wraps around my wrists. He brought them. Does that mean he brought everything I got him? My body flushes at the thought.
"Relax. This is something else you included in that box of gifts, but I missed it the first time."
What did he miss? My scrambled brain tries to remember what I ordered. Something foreign pushes inside my pussy and presses tight against my clit. What is that?
He covers my mouth with his hand. "Try to be quiet, trouble. We aren't so far they won't hear you." Then the pulse starts, and I almost come as I curse his name. He chuckles. "This is about to get intense."
He grabs my knee, opening my legs wide, then pushes his cock inside of me. I think my eyes roll into the back of my head, stars already bursting across my vision.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," he groans as his pelvis sits flush against my ass. His breaths come fast as he stays still, letting both of us process the myriad of sensations surrounding us. "It's shaped to press and vibrate against your G-spot, so when I do this…" He retreats, then slides in fast. I cry out, my voice echoing off the trees. I can't help it. I'm not even sure I care. "It gives us both stimulation."
The new position, coupled with my bound hands, play havoc on my senses. I want to stay in this blissful haze for as long as I can, but as Hunter continues to snap his hips against mine, I lose the fight with myself. I come hard and fast, stealing his release along with mine, the stars in the night sky paling in comparison to the ones Hunter unleashed.
He quickly undoes my hands, his thumbs soothing the welts forming along my flesh. "That was insane," he murmurs against my neck as he pulls the tiny toy out..
"I think I have a new favorite," I admit, my soul still slowly falling back into my body.
He chuckles as he pulls me tight against him. My body is wrung out in the best way, relaxed against the unfailing strength at my back. "You're my favorite, Eleanor."
I've never been anyone's anything, but he is my everything.