Epilogue Hunter
TWO MONTHS LATER
Our living room is a war zone. We’ve been moving all of Iris’s things from her old apartment into our apartment all weekend long. Her plants are now lining my balcony and her clothes are hanging next to mine in the closet. And I couldn’t be any goddamn happier.
She glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. “You don’t care if I put my books on your bookshelf?”
I shrug. “Everything I have is yours,” I tell her for the millionth time. “Put your stuff wherever you want.”
She just blinks, then blinks again. Her smile goes a little crooked, and her cheeks flush. “You’re sweet when you’re not being a stubborn mule.”
“Don’t let that get around,” I warn her, voice rougher than I mean. “I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Grumpy McGrumperson?” she teases, tracing circles on the back of my hand. “I don’t buy it. I’ve seen your soft side.”
I lean in, nudge her nose with mine. “Only for you.”
She leans into the kiss, gentle and slow. The kind that’s not about fireworks, but about letting the rest of the world slip away. I hold her there, thumb brushing her cheek, as my lips move over hers.
When we break apart, Buster whines, and Iris bursts into giggles. “Someone’s jealous.”
I ruffle the dog’s ears. “He’s a mama’s boy. It can’t be helped.”
She gathers Buster in her arms, holding him like a baby, and scratches under his chin.
Buster immediately melts, limbs flopping everywhere, tongue lolling like he’s in some kind of ecstasy trance.
Iris holds him close and coos, “You’re such a good baby,” in the kind of voice that makes something hot and tight churn in my chest.
I want to say something clever. Instead, all I can do is stare at her, completely wrecked by how fucking beautiful she looks with her hair coming loose around her cheeks, cheeks flushed, cradling our dog like he’s the most precious thing on earth.
God, she’s perfect. She doesn’t even try, and she’s got me undone.
She glances up, catches me staring, and her mouth curves. “What?”
I clear my throat, but my voice still comes out rough. “Just thinking you look good like that.”
She grins, wicked and soft at the same time. “Covered in dog hair and sweat?”
“Yeah.”
She laughs, and I fucking love that sound. The apartment’s a mess, boxes everywhere, but when she laughs like that, the whole damn room lights up. Iris sets Buster on the sofa and turns to me. “What do you want to work on next?”
She glances around the room, biting her bottom lip, and my cock stirs hard enough to make me see stars. Every cell in my body is screaming to forget about unpacking and get her naked, get her under me, make her moan my name until her voice cracks. That’s all I want. That’s all I ever fucking want.
“I want to work on making you scream my name.” I walk over and wrap my arms around her waist. Iris laughs, but the sound cuts off when I haul her tight against me.
I bury my face in her hair, sweet with coconut and something that’s just her, and breathe her in.
My hands find her hips, greedy, and I palm her ass through her yoga pants, fingers digging in just a little because I can’t help myself.
“Hunter,” she breathes, half shocked, half desperate. Her voice is pure sex. My brain just… fizzes out.
She’s so fucking soft, all curves and heat under my hands. I want her more than my next breath. My cock’s already hard, pressing into her belly, and she gasps when she feels it.
I run my hands up her sides slowly, until one cups the back of her neck.
Her pulse is a drumbeat under my thumb. I tilt her chin, and her blue eyes go wide, pupils blown, lips parted.
Jesus. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never get enough of her looking at me like that.
Soft, dreamy, pupils huge, and lips tinted all pink from kissing.
My whole chest goes tight. I feel it in my bones and in my fucking bloodstream.
She’s so close I can count every green speck in her turquoise eyes. She shivers, just the tiniest bit, and I swear my cock gets even harder. I want her. I want every inch, every sound, every heartbeat.
I scoop her up, just lift her right off the floor like she weighs nothing, and her breath hitches.
She clings to my shoulders, giggling as I carry her through the maze of boxes and straight to the bedroom.
Buster follows, trotting along like the world’s proudest chaperone, then circles a few times before he flops dramatically on his dog bed with a sigh loud enough to be heard in the next county.
Iris is laughing, half strangled, her arms wrapped around my neck.
“We’re never going to finish unpacking at this rate.
” She wraps her legs around my waist and laughs, but her laugh breaks into a gasp when I grind her right against my cock.
Holy shit. The sound she makes sends electricity flowing straight down my spine.
“Don’t care about unpacking,” I rumble, and my voice is so low and hoarse I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so damn far gone. “Only care about you.”
I set her on the edge of the bed gently. She’s so fucking gorgeous, flushed and wild and waiting for me to make the next move. My hands bracket her thighs, fingers digging in. I can’t help it. I want to own every inch of her.
She’s wearing black yoga pants and an old college T-shirt, and if I don’t get her naked in the next ten seconds, I might actually lose my mind.
I kneel down and palm her thighs, spreading them, hungry for any excuse to put my mouth on her.
I drag my hands up slowly, savoring every inch.
My fingers dig in just above her knees, and I watch her shiver as my grip tightens.
She’s so damn responsive, it’s impossible not to tease. I run my hands up, up, up, until I'm bracing her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the band of her yoga pants.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” I mutter. “All spread out, waiting for me.”
She bites her lip. “You’re terrible at unpacking.”
“Not what you’ll be saying in five minutes.
” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and peel them down slowly.
I toss the pants behind me, then yank her panties off in one rough, greedy pull.
I don’t even pause. Just toss them somewhere and spread her thighs wide, because I need access. I need her. Right now.
She’s already slick and perfect, her pussy flushed and glistening for me. The sight of her spread out, waiting, makes my brain short-circuit. I can barely think. All I want is to taste her, to devour her, to make her come so hard she screams my name loud enough to shake the building.
I duck my head and drag my tongue through her folds, slow at first, just to hear the sound she makes.
Holy shit. She gasps and grabs for my shoulders as I lap her up, every drop, then zero in on her clit and suck hard.
She shudders, the sound that rips out of her throat so fucking hot it makes my cock ache.
I flatten my tongue and lap at her, slow and filthy, letting her ride every second of it.
Her hips come off the bed, desperate and wild, and I fucking love it.
“Hunter,” she gasps, voice cracking. Her fingers grab at my hair, holding on tight. I grin against her, then suck her clit again, harder now, grinding my tongue into her until she’s a mess of moans and writhing hips.
My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her open while I eat her.
She’s dripping, absolutely soaked for me, and the taste of her goes straight to my fucking head.
I give her another slow lick, teasing the edge, then slide two fingers inside her at once, deep enough to make her gasp and arch off the mattress.
Holy shit, she’s tight. Hot. And all fucking mine.
She fists my hair and hauls my head back, her pupils blown wide, breathless and desperate. “Please, fuck me. I need you now.”
God. Pregnancy hormones are the best thing ever. My tongue flicks her clit for one last, shattering jolt, and she shudders under me, thighs trembling. That’s my cue. I tear off my clothes like they’re barely a suggestion and toss them aside, zero patience.
Crawling over her, I reach for her shirt. She growls, wild and urgent: “Don’t bother with it. Just fuck me.” Her voice is all rough edges and need, the command ripping through me.
Yeah. No more waiting. I line my cock up and push into her in one hard, slow stroke. Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking tight I almost see stars. Her soft heat clamps around me, and I have to grit my teeth, fingers digging into her hips to keep from losing it on the first thrust.
“Fuck, Iris,” I groan, barely human. “You feel so good.”
She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, sprawled out on the bed, shirt hitched up under her tits, hair wild all over my pillow. Her eyes are glazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed and pink. She looks at me like I’m her whole world.
I can’t breathe. I slam in again, harder this time. Her thighs clamp around my hips, heels digging in to yank me closer. My cock is buried to the hilt, and it still doesn’t feel close enough.
She moans, high and desperate, and it shoots straight through my bloodstream. I want to keep her like this forever. I grind in deep, and she arches, body bowing off the mattress, a sweet little whimper punching out of her throat. I fucking love it.
I lock my elbows and fuck her deep, slow at first, then rougher, letting her feel every inch.
Her pussy is so goddamn tight and wet, gripping me with every thrust, like her body is greedy for me, desperate to keep every inch I give her.
Fuck, I love it. I love the way she clings, the way she moans, the way her legs wrap around my hips and pull me deeper, tighter, closer.
My brain shuts down as my body runs on pure animal instinct and need.
Her scent is everywhere, sweet and thick, driving me out of my mind.
She’s gasping my name, nails scraping down my back, blue eyes wild and unfocused.
I swear, every time I move, every time I grind deeper, her pussy gets even tighter, like she’s trying to milk me dry.
Her hands clutch at my ass, yanking me in, hips locking with mine. She’s wild and perfect, and I want to keep her like this forever. I can’t get enough. I want her loud, messy, and so wrecked she can’t even remember her own name.
“Hunter! Oh, God, Hunter, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please...”
Her whole body goes tight, legs locked around me, heels digging in as she comes apart.
She starts shaking, pussy squeezing me so goddamn tight I see stars.
I lose it, roaring her name as I spill inside her, hips jerking, the edges of my vision going white-hot.
I fuck her through it, every thrust raw and desperate, trying to fuse us together for good because nothing in my life has ever felt this fucking right.
Her pussy clamps down, milking every drop.
I swear I could die right here and not regret a damn thing.
I collapse over her, elbows locked so I don’t crush her.
I ease back just enough to see her face. Her hair’s a mess, cheeks pink, lips red from my kisses. “Wow,” she breathes as I drop to the bed and pull her into my arms.
“You can say that again.” I smirk against her forehead as I pull the comforter up over us.
“You do realize it’s going to take us months to unpack at this rate.” She snuggles against my side.
“I can live with that.” I smile and cover her soft lips with mine. A little while later, Buster hops up on the bed and finds his perfect spot at our feet.
My eyes grow heavy as Iris’s breathing evens out and Buster snores away. Perfect. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.
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