Hunter #2
I pop the button on her jeans, sliding my hand down the front, and she moans. The sound is soft, desperate, and barely contained. She’s already slick, wet enough that my fingers glide inside with no resistance. She grabs my wrist, holding me there, her hips pumping in time with my touch.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, voice gone ragged. “Hunter! Please!”
I pull my hand free, bring my fingers to my lips, and taste her. She watches, eyes gone huge, then kisses me again, greedy and hungry.
We fumble with the zipper, both of us laughing at how impossible it is in the cramped space. She finally wriggles out of her jeans, kicking them into the back seat, then tugs at mine until I’m exposed, hard and throbbing.
She sinks down on me in one motion, the heat of her enveloping me so fast I have to grab the headrest to keep from losing it right there. She sets the rhythm, slow at first, then faster, riding me with a purpose that makes my whole body sing.
Her breasts bounce with every movement, nipples flushed and perfect, and I can’t stop touching her. I run my hands down her back, her ass, then the curve of her neck where her pulse hammers. I want to devour her, to make her come so hard she forgets her own name.
“Hazel,” I gasp, “you’re fucking incredible.”
She kisses me, all tongue and teeth, then clamps down around me, shuddering as the first orgasm hits.
She throws her head back, eyes closed, hands digging into my shoulders, and I lose it.
I thrust up into her, wild and desperate, and when I come, it’s like every nerve in my body lights up at once.
My knot swells inside her, making me feel like I was made just for her with how perfect the fit is.
We ride it out together, gasping and laughing and clinging to each other like idiots. The windows are fogged, the car smells like sex and sweat, and I’ve never felt so stupid-happy in my life.
She collapses against me, cheek to my chest, breathing hard.
“Wow,” she says, voice muffled. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I say, not even trying to finish the sentence.
We stay like that, tangled and sticky, for a long time. Outside, the twins’ are keeping watch and making sure we are safe. They will have known what happened the second it started through their bond with Brittney.
Brittney runs her finger down my chest, tracing the line of my muscles. “You really meant it?” she asks, voice small. “About loving me?”
I tip her chin up, make her look me in the eye. “I’ve never meant anything more.”
She smiles, soft and real, and in that moment I know I’d kill for her. Or die. Whatever she needed.
We clean up, awkward and giggling, pulling our clothes back on as best we can. I kiss her one more time, slow and lingering, before we head home.
As I start the car, she reaches over and laces her fingers with mine.
Colton and Cody get in the backseat, oddly quiet for the two of them.
I start the drive back in bliss. Brittney’s got her hand on my thigh, thumb making lazy circles, and every so often she leans her head on my shoulder like she might just fall asleep right here.
I keep the radio on low and try not to think about the mess we made in the car. The air is thick with leftover sex and the sharp, sweet smell of her slick, and if I had to crash and die tonight, I think I’d be fine with it.
I look in the rearview mirror and see Colton grinning from ear to ear, and Cody leaning across the middle seat, whispering to him.
They both do the most dramatic air kiss faces I’ve ever seen, with Colton puckered up, fingers framing his cheeks, Cody just sticking his tongue out and waggling it obscenely. Brittney laughs, bright and sharp, but then immediately ducks her face into my shoulder, blushing so hard her ears go pink.
Cody says, “You two seemed to have fun. Did the guns get you going?”
Colton slaps the headrest, howling. “Bet all that gun talk was just foreplay.”
I flip them off with one hand, the other still on the wheel, and say, “You’re just jealous.”
Brittney giggles, then pulls herself together and flips them off, too, her middle finger elegant and practiced.
We get maybe three blocks before they start up again, trading off.
Colton starts, “Next time let us join.”
Cody laughs. “In a car? We wouldn’t all fit.”
“I guess we have to wait until the nest.”
“But then Saint and Fox will be there.”
“Maybe we should pull over then and try the car.”
“I like the way you think, brother.”
Brittney is rolling her eyes but she can’t hide her amusement from us which is probably why they keep going the whole drive home.
“They’re never going to let us live this down,” she says.
The sky’s dark by the time we hit the tour bus lot. The twins hop out and run up to Fox and Saint who are there waiting for us. I can just imagine what they’re saying.
Brittney sits for a second, breathing in and out, before she looks at me.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods, then says, “I had a great day with you.”
We get out. Colton immediately gives me a slow clap, sarcastic as hell.
Fox sidles over to Brittney, offering her a fist bump. “You survived, huh?”
She bumps him back, eyes shining. “It was easy. Hunter’s a good teacher.”
Colton howls again, bending double. “God, that’s the dirtiest thing I’ve heard all week. I can teach you things too, trouble.”
I grin, but I don’t rise to the bait. Instead, I take Brittney’s hand and lead her toward the bus, past the twins and their endless commentary.
They follow, of course, but this time they stay a few steps behind, giving us room.
At the bottom of the bus steps, I turn to her, and for a second the world stops. The parking lot lights throw a halo around her hair, and her eyes are wide, waiting.
I kiss her, soft and sure, and she melts into me.
“I love you,” I say.
She kisses me back, fierce and sudden. “I love you, too.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, and together we climb the steps into the warm, noisy chaos of our pack. The door closes behind us, and the rest of the world can eat shit.
We’ve got everything we need right here.