Chapter 31
Theo
I hold my breath. I’m afraid that if I move, or if Hunter moves, or if I even breathe, I’m gonna fucking lose it.
My cock is pulsing in time with my heartbeat, my fingers tingling. He’s so tight. So fucking tight. And so warm.
He does something, and his body contracts around me. I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Eyes open, sweetheart.”
Fuck, he’s gotta stop talking.
Forcing my eyes open, I look at him. If I come right away, I’m gonna be embarrassed for the rest of time. Ironic, considering I was worried I wouldn’t be able to enjoy sex on antidepressants.
There’s a sheen of sweat on his skin, and when he tightens around me again, a loud moan punches from my throat. I bring a hand to my mouth, biting down on my knuckles as I try to keep some level of control of myself.
Hunter chuckles, then pulls my hand away. “No. Don’t do that, sweetheart. I want to hear you. Your moans are so sexy. I love hearing you feel good.”
“But what about your mom?” I gasp out.
He grins. “She won’t hear us, gorgeous. All the bedrooms are soundproofed.”
Placing a hand on my chest, he lifts himself slowly. My dick throbs as I gasp.
“Oh, fuck—Hunter.” My neck arches, my head pressing back into the pillow.
He sinks back down, his heat swallowing me again and my eyes fall closed. A warm hand brushes my jaw, and he doesn’t even have to say a word; I already know what he wants.
Somehow, I force my eyes open as he picks up speed. I let my gaze trail his upper body, doing anything I can to distract myself from the way he’s squeezing around me with each movement of his hips.
He’s got a freckle on his chest, right over his heart. I want to lick it. I want to taste his skin and bury myself in his scent. He picks up his pace, our bodies slapping together.
He groans, his chest heaving, and I let my gaze trail lower. His cock is hard and leaking, a string of pre-cum stretching from the slick head to my lower stomach.
“Does it feel good?” I hear myself asking.
“So fucking good,” Hunter says, his voice low and thick. He works his hips faster, lifting and dropping onto my cock. The tingles in my fingers spread up my arms and down my torso, settling in my balls.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “I’m gonna come so hard.”
He lets out a breathless chuckle. “That’s the point, gorgeous.”
I grip his hips tightly, holding on to him, feeling his sweat-slicked skin under my fingers. His hips stutter, and more pre-cum drips from his cock. Sliding my hand through the coarse hair on his stomach, I marvel at the way it feels before continuing up his chest. He closes his hand over mine.
This feels so fucking good. He feels so fucking good. My cock throbs, and I’m so close. So fucking close. I can barely breathe, and moans are spilling from my lips.
“Close, sweetheart?”
I nod frantically, fighting with my fucking eyes again.
“Close them,” he whispers. “Just feel.”
It’s everything. The way he clenches around me. The way the tight heat of his body swallows me over and over. The way he groans and gasps and whimpers. Actually whimpers.
I think I’m shaking, my entire body humming like a live wire. “Uh, God,” flies out of my mouth as my muscles go taut, my balls pulling up and throbbing.
Hunter shifts, and my eyes fly open to find him stroking himself in time with the way he’s bouncing on my cock.
I bat his hand away and take over for him, and he seems to like that because as soon as I close my hand around him, his hips lose their rhythm.
It only takes three more strokes before his hole tightens impossibly around my cock.
Then he’s painting my chest and stomach with ropes of cum.
He throws his head back, exposing the long line of his throat with an almost pained moan. And that’s all I can take.
I cry out loudly, fire exploding in my body as my hips jerk up on their own. My cock pulses over and over as I fill the condom, and sensations that I’ve never felt in my entire life course through me.
My body’s tingling. Fuck, I think even my hair is tingling. Hunter’s body goes slack, then he slumps forward, collapsing against me.
I tangle my cum-free hand in his hair, turning my head to bury my face in the damp strands, and breathe him in.
He smells like him, but also like me. Like damp earth and home and sweat and cum. I inhale another deep breath, and my body shivers with an aftershock.
“I definitely want to do that again,” I murmur into his hair.
Letting out a weak chuckle, he nods. “Me too, sweetheart.”
My cock slips out, and he whimpers, so I run my hand from his hair down his back. The muscles bunch under my touch, and I explore as much of him as I can reach. I let my fingers trace the ridges of his shoulder blades, the knobs of his spine, and the hair at the nape of his neck.
Hunter makes a muffled noise against my throat. “Keep goin’ like that, gorgeous, and you’re gonna make me hard again.”
I love when he talks to me like this. His accent deepens so much during and after sex, and it’s such a fucking turn-on. “Maybe I want to,” I whisper.
He laughs. “Yeah? I think we’ve got a little more time before I need to go take care of the animals.”
“Wanna go for a ride?” I ask softly. Being out on Molls sounds like the best end to the morning. Waking up with Hunter, sharing that with him, riding into the sunrise with him.
He turns his head, pressing his lips to my temple before rolling off me. “Not today.” I frown, and he grins. “Horseback riding after riding you?”
My cheeks heat as the realization dawns on me, and I find myself laughing. “Okay, that’s a good point.”
Hunter smiles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then my nose, and finally, my lips.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I should be thanking him. God, that was everything. “Thank you. See, aren’t you glad I was worried about my sex drive?”
He laughs—one of his big, booming, larger-than-life laughs.
“I have to admit, I didn’t quite think this would be a possibility when you first mentioned it, but…
” He trails off, sobering. His hand comes up to cup my face, and like he always does, he brushes a thumb along my cheekbone.
“Sex or no sex, I’m in this. If this medicine stops working and you need something else and it kills your sex drive, then we just don’t have sex. ”
For some reason, that makes me want to rage. “That doesn’t work for me. I’ve gone a long time without sex, and I thought I was fine with that.”
Hunter’s lips quirk up. “So, are you saying you’re not fine with that?”
I nod. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Can you blame me?”
Hunter smirks, his eyes flashing before he leans in slowly. His lips hover over mine, and my breath catches when the tip of his tongue touches my bottom lip as he licks his. “Are you saying you enjoy sex with me, sweetheart?”
Ugh. He’s insufferable. “You know I do.”
He drops another quick kiss to my lips. “I’m gonna clean up and take care of the morning chores, and I’ll be back.”
I frown. “You don’t want me to come with you?”
Shaking his head, his eyes flash with heat. “I want you to stay right here. In my bed, covered in my cum. And when I get back, we’ll shower together.”
I nod, stomach tightening with arousal. How I went so long without this, I’ll never know. But I know one thing for sure—if I’m going to have it with anyone, I’m glad it’s him.
He kisses me again, lingering like he doesn’t want to pull away. To be fair, I don’t want to pull away either. I want to do this all morning. For the rest of my life.
Something about that thought makes me a little panicky, and I’m not sure why, considering how much Hunter means to me and how much I want him.
I disguise my nerves by tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer while I deepen our kiss. The groan that rumbles in his chest has satisfaction sparking along my skin.
Breaking the kiss with a soft moan, he grins against my lips. “I’ll be back, gorgeous.”
I nod, too breathless to do much of anything else.
Hunter disappears into the bathroom to clean up, and when he’s done, he steps into a pair of jeans—no underwear—and a button-up shirt that he leaves open, exposing his toned stomach and chest.
He blows me a kiss, then slips out the bedroom door.
I smile at the ceiling like an absolute fucking idiot. How am I supposed to tell Hunter Lock that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him?
Walking in the front door of Daisy’s feels surreal. There’s a nervous pit in my stomach, but Hunter told me he’d come have lunch here today, so at least I can see him. Today is a good day. Not as good as some of the other days I’ve had, but overall I can’t complain.
Hunter was concerned when I told him I was sitting around fifty percent, and yeah… given that I’m working my first shift today, it’s not ideal. It’s okay, though. I can power through. I’ve done far more with far less.
Luca peeks around the wall that leads to the kitchen, and when he sees me, his entire face lights up. He smiles broadly, waving at me. “Theo! Come on back here.”
I plaster what I hope is a convincing smile on my face. Inhaling a deep breath, I walk across the dining area to where Luca is standing.
“I’m so glad you made it,” he says, and even though I know he doesn’t mean for it to, the words bite.
“Me too. You never know how it’s gonna go with my faulty brain.”
Frowning, Luca shakes his head slowly. “Theo,” he says, then leans closer, lowering his voice.
“That’s not what I meant at all.” I know it’s not.
I know depression isn’t a flaw, but goddamn, it feels like it.
“I’m just happy you’re going to be working with me.
I would never make light of your mental health. ”
I nod, my nose burning and my throat tightening. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Luca studies me for a second. “No need to be sorry. Would you like to meet Deb and Arlo?”
“I’ve already met Arlo.”
“Right. But officially?”
“Lead the way.”