Chapter 9 Hunter
HUNTER
The cabin was dark, lit only by the fire and the faint flicker of Christmas lights Sierra had strung around the mantle. I don’t even know where she pulled them from, but the sweet touch was nice. The place felt cozy, almost like a home with her in it.
And that scares the shit out of me.
The snow was still coming down, Christmas Eve was nearing, but I couldn’t think about that. She was never meant to be here. No one was meant to be here. Yet now that she is? I don’t mind it.
But it can’t last.
I was never supposed to care again, because that’s when you get hurt. Caring too much, having to protect others, it’s a lot to take on. I’ve always just done it, until I failed. And that failure doesn’t ever leave you. I made a promise to myself never to put myself in that spot again.
Then she showed up.
I couldn’t turn her away in the worst storm of the winter. It was like fate was laughing at me with that ridiculous story about renting a cabin through whatever-the-fuck-it-was dot com.
So here we are, tangled in the old quilt on my bed, skin flushed from lust and laughter.
“You keep looking at me like you’re starving,” Sierra murmurs, brushing her fingers along my chest.
“I am.” My voice comes out rough, as I hover above her. “You fed me soup. I’m still hungry.”
She laughs, her legs wrapping around my hips. “Pretty sure soup doesn’t usually lead to sex.”
“With you,” I say, dragging my mouth down her neck, “everything leads to sex.”
She gasps as my tongue flicks over her collarbone, my hands sliding down to hold her hips, thumbs tracing the sensitive dip just inside the curve of her thighs. Her breath hitches when my mouth moves lower, worshipping her with a reverence that makes her ache, I just know it.
I’m overwhelmed by the need to claim her—to keep her here with me on this mountain. Whatever work she does, I’m sure she can do online. I just want her close.
“You’re so damn soft,” I growl against her skin. “And I can’t get enough of you.”
Sierra arches beneath me, her body trembling with need. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging gently. “Then take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Those words hit me, because I’ve heard them before. Hell, I’ve said them before. And they were all lies. I close my eyes, letting my lips linger on her skin, forcing myself to stay here, in this moment, with this woman.
But this time, I believe those words. I believe Sierra is strong enough to hold her own.
She quit a job where she wasn’t being treated right.
She took a break, went off the grid because she needed to regroup.
She gave me hell and refused to take no for an answer.
She knows what she needs—so I have to believe that the words she speaks are true.
I kiss a trail down her belly and spread her thighs with gentle, commanding hands. When my tongue meets her center, she cries out and rolls her hips, her fingers fisting the quilt. I growl low, satisfied with her response, and keep going until her legs shake and her moans fill the room.
She lies spent on the bed, but I’m just getting started. I flip her over with ease, and she giggles as I climb over her.
“You’re insatiable.”
My answer is to kiss down her spine, enjoying the goosebumps that rise on her skin as my beard tickles her. She looks over her shoulder at me as I rise above her, dick in one hand and the other massaging her round ass.
“You make me this way. I feel out of control, Sierra and I’m trying to be nice.”
A grin tugs at her lips. “Don’t be nice.”
“You asked for it.” With my next breath, I slide inside her, her heat making me lose all sense.
I thrust harder than last night, a little more out of control.
I cover her back, lightly gripping her throat and stealing a kiss.
Our tongues tangle as my hips work in and out of her, but that familiar tingle crawls up my spine fast and sharp.
Rising onto my knees, I pull at her hips and thrust quickly, giving her a couple of hard spanks.
“Hunter! More!”
At her demand, I grab her arm, twist it gently behind her back, and pound into her. Her cries fill the room as I whisper filth in her ear.
“You’re so goddamn wet.”
“Your pussy’s choking me.”
“Fuck, Sierra, I could ride you all night.”
My strokes grow harder, deeper, my cock aching as I take her. I give her one more spank, pull out, and flip her onto her back and slide right back in with one deep, brutal stroke. She cries out, hands flying to my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so tight, baby. It’s so fucking good.”
With my forehead resting against hers, my breath stuttering, I can’t stop the words that rise to the surface. “I love you.”
She groans, like the words hit her in the chest but in the best way. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
She kisses me hard, deep, and so desperate I lose my breath. Then I bury myself even deeper, move faster, and chase our release together—both of us crying out in pleasure.
We collapse together, our breathing finally slowing, those words still hanging between us. She doesn’t say them back, but it doesn’t matter. I lie with her, her head on my chest, my fingers lazily tracing her back.
“Still hungry?” she teases.
“Always,” I say, my voice thick.
And I mean it—for her, for this, for us.