Chapter 33 The Rest of My Life
THE REST OF MY LIFE
HUNTER
“Hop in,” I say, smiling as I open the door for Madison.
When she’s in, I round the truck and slide into the driver’s seat.
The moment my door shuts, I lean across the console, threading my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her neck, and pulling her into me.
My mouth crashes down on hers, my body coiled tight with zero patience left.
A soft moan slips free, and I swallow it, my tongue demanding entry.
She opens for me, and I take it, tasting her, groaning low as her fingers curl into my shirt.
I kiss her like it’s the first kiss all over again—hungry, desperate, all-consuming.
I pull back before I lose my damn mind.
Her eyes are blown wide, lips swollen, chest rising and falling in quick pants. I adjust myself and blow out a breath, forcing some sort of control back into my body.
“What was that for?” she breathes, not even trying to hide her smile.
I turn the key, the engine roaring to life. “Been wanting to kiss you like that all fucking night,” I admit, glancing at her with a smirk. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”
She laughs, loud and carefree, rolling her window down as she grabs my phone and scrolls through the playlists. Heat coils through me, my heart thumping against my ribs as I hit the accelerator, taking off down the street.
“So,” she shouts over the music, forty minutes into the drive, “where are we going?”
I chuckle, lowering the volume to a low hum, and glance over at her. My free hand slides onto her knee, thumb brushing in slow, lazy circles over her soft skin.
“Where do you think, baby?” I ask with a knowing smile.
She stares out the window for a beat, her hair whipping in the wind, eyes distant. Then she turns to me, a sharp inhale escaping her lips.
“We’re going to the field.”
I turn onto the dirt road and glance over at her.
She’s sitting up straighter now, hair pulled back in a low ponytail, her attention fixed on the field stretching out ahead of us.
The night air is heavy with heat, dust curling up behind the truck as the tires crunch over the dirt.
The moon hangs high and bright, and out here, away from the town, the stars shine brighter.
This place has always held pieces of us. The hidden ones. The stolen moments we tucked away because it was easier than facing the truth. I was a coward, hiding from my past, choosing her in secret instead of choosing her out loud.
Tonight, I want to erase every secret we buried here.
I want to rewrite what this place means to us.
“Do you remember the last time we were here?” she asks as I pull over and kill the engine.
I nod, my mouth tipping down. “The night Halle arrived. You told me you couldn’t do this anymore. That you didn’t want me to try.” I glance at her. “You wanted all of me.”
She smiles. “You told me one day you were going to beg for a chance.”
“I did.” My eyes hold hers.
She unbuckles her seatbelt and crawls into my lap. Her breath mixes with mine as she straddles me, leaning in.
“You begged for me,” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“I crawled to you, too,” I reply, smiling back.
Her fingers rest against my chest, right over my heart. “Why did you bring me here, handsome?”
“Because it’s one day,” I say, skimming my lips over hers. “Time for this place to mean something different.”
She rocks her hips, gasping as she meets the hard length of my cock, and I grip her waist, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.
“Hey,” I murmur, breathless. “Your leg okay, baby girl?”
She nods, forehead resting against mine. “Good as new,” she whispers. “I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt.”
I search her face for a second longer, then capture her lips, kissing them softly at first. Her hands slide up my neck, fingers threading through my hair as she arches into me.
I toy with the hem of her shirt, my fingers teasing the fabric until she bites down on my lower lip.
My thoughts scatter in the wind, and whatever control I have left snaps.
We break apart just long enough for me to tug her shirt over her head, my gaze dropping to the black lace hugging her perfect breasts.
A low groan slips free, and I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by how badly I want her.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn incredible.”
My hands cup her breasts, lifting, kneading, savoring the way her body responds as her head tips back on a moan. Her hair spills across the steering wheel, moonlight shining down on her skin and lighting her up. I bury my face in her warmth, breathing her in.
“Going to fuck these one day,” I murmur, pulling back.
“You can do whatever you want to me when you look at me like that,” she says, her eyes locked on mine.
“Yeah?” I lift a brow, testing her.
She answers by rocking her hips again, and heat courses through me, lighting every nerve along my spine. I thrust into her without thinking, my cock straining painfully against my zipper, the need overpowering me. I fumble for the lever, pushing the seat back, creating space.
“Lose these,” I say, tapping her shorts.
She laughs under her breath and shifts in my lap.
The confined space turns us clumsy as I hold her hips.
Her back hits the steering wheel, elbow knocking into the door as she fumbles with the button.
Her hips wriggle as she tugs the shorts down, a frustrated huff slipping out before she finally kicks one leg free, then the other.
My thumbs dig into her as I watch a pretty pink flush creep up her neck. Her hair comes loose from its ponytail, strands falling around her face as she tosses her shorts and panties to the floor.
“This is not graceful,” she pants.
I smile, my mouth going dry at the sight of her bare pussy hovering over me. Reaching up, I unclasp her bra with one quick pinch, watching her breasts fall free. A growl rips from my chest, need crashing through me as my fingers trail down her body, over her curves.
“Touch me,” she pleads, rocking into me again.
Her citrus and apple scent floods my senses, shattering the last of my restraint.
I unsnap the button on my jeans, shoving them down my hips along with my briefs.
Her fingers are already at the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head.
When I fall back against the seat, we stop.
Our breathing turns rough, uneven, the air between us thick and electric.
I take her in like this—flushed, hungry eyes locked on mine—and my cock weeps at the sight of her.
“We can play later,” I say, voice low, rough. “I need to fuck you.”
“Thank God,” she says, gripping my hard length.
I watch as she slowly sinks down on me, my chest tightening at the way her pussy grips me, and I moan without restraint.
“Goddamn,” I growl, pulling her closer, my hands threading through her hair, holding her tight. “I’ll never get enough of this.”
“Hunter…” She exhales, rocking her hips desperately, eagerly.
“Ride me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”
And she does. She lifts just enough to make me throb, then sinks back down, rolling her hips, taking me deeper.
I slide my hands to her lower back, holding her there as I lean in, taking one of her peaked nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking.
Her breath stutters, and when I bite down, a needy whimper breaks loose.
Her movements grow less careful, more desperate.
My heart thrashes, my cock growing impossibly harder as my muscles tense.
She arches into me, and I marvel at the way we fit, how her breasts bounce.
The world narrows, and watching her come undone like this nearly does me in.
“Look at you taking me, swallowing me whole. Fuck you’re so tight, so wet.”
Her eyes follow mine, widening when she sees what I see, and the sight steals the air from her lungs. Her rhythm falters, and I lean in, closing the space between us before my mouth finds hers, kissing her deeply.
“Hold on, baby,” I whisper against her lips, thrusting up, hard and fast.
She cries out, clutching at me as I fuck her, harder now, faster, until nothing exists beyond the sound of our bodies, the heat, and the way she holds on to me.
“Mine,” I growl.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yours.”
Her body tightens, legs beginning to tremble, and my thrusts turn savage as I chase the edge she’s falling toward. Every breath, every sound, pulls me closer. I reach down between us, pinching her clit, and her pussy answers by clamping down.
“Holy fuck,” I inhale, forehead dropping to hers. “Madi, baby… I need you to—”
Whatever I was about to say dies as she swivels her hips, making me moan again.
Jesus Christ. This fucking woman.
She’s everything.
Her heart. Her fire. The way she feels, the way she owns me without even trying.
Perfect.
“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” she begs, her head tipping back.
The sound of my name falling from her swollen lips snaps something feral inside me, and I pump faster. She spasms around me, gasping and cursing.
“Fucking come for me, honey. Make a mess of me,” I growl.
My words hit deep, and she screams, her body locking around me, shaking as she loses control, her walls tightening and pulsing as she comes all over my cock.
She collapses into me as heat ripples down my spine.
I thrust once more, a raw sound ripping from my throat as I follow her over the edge, spilling into her and burying my face in her neck.
“Fuckkk,” I breathe, pulling her back until our foreheads touch. “I love you. I love you so much, Madison. This life…” I kiss her slowly. “It only makes sense with you.”
Her breathing slows, and she smiles, wrapping her arms around me.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Always. Forever.”
My smile breaks free, and we stare at each other for a second. Then, she giggles—light, breathy—and my heart lights up at the sound of it. I lean over, grab my discarded shirt, and use it to help her clean up. When we’re done and dressed, I toss it into the back seat.
“Come on,” I say, opening the door and hopping out.
She follows, and I jump onto the hood of my truck, stretching my hands out to her. She takes them, and I pull her up, guiding her back until I’m leaning against the windshield, her body tucked between my legs.
We stare at the stars, the moon high above us, and I rake my fingers through her hair.
“You know…” she starts, then takes a steadying breath, “months ago, I was living in limbo. I didn’t know where my life was heading or if you were ever coming home.”
My muscles tense, and I hold my breath as I wait for her to continue.
“Then you came back. You turned everything upside down again, but I started finding myself, too. My confidence. The parts of me I thought I lost.” She pauses, smiling at the night sky. “And then my life quite literally flashed before my eyes.”
I release the breath I’ve been holding, my hands moving in slow strokes along her arms as she plays with the hem of her shirt between her fingers.
“Now, I have this second chance at life… We have this second chance, and I don’t want to waste a single second of it because I have everything I ever dreamed of having.”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me.
“Move in with me?” I murmur.
“What?” she gasps, her head turning to look at me.
I smile, nerves tightening in my chest. “Move in with me. Officially. I want it all with you, baby, and I don’t want to waste any more time than what we already have.”
“Okay,” she says.
“Okay?” I lift a brow, my heart stuttering.
She nods. “Yeah. Okay. I want it all, too.”
I kiss her—soft and slow—pouring every ounce of love I have into her.
It took a long time to claw my way out of the depths of my past. To make peace with the choices my mother made.
To face the ghosts that haunted me for so long.
To reconnect with the sister I thought I failed.
Through it all, Madison has never wavered.
She never doubted me. Never stopped showing up.
Never stopped loving me, hoping for the best, and giving me the time I needed to find my way back.
I’ll spend the rest of my life doing the same for her. Showing up. Choosing her. Loving her loudly, without fear or hesitation. Supporting her in every way she deserves.
“I love you,” I tell her.
She smiles. “I love you more.”