When Hunter woke up again, Serena was sliding out of bed, and his phone was chirping at him that he was running late.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned as he dashed a hard kiss against her mouth while he zipped up his jeans.
“Go,” she urged. “Dinner tonight? Or come over later?”
The first couple weeks, they’d seen each other a few nights a week. Now he was spending more nights than not at her place, and he didn’t see any reason to stay away. “Yes. One of those things, definitely. Depends how late I’m at work.” His SEAL team was on standby right now, but they had some training coming up and Serena had a trip planned after that. He tugged on her hair, holding her head still as he kissed her again. Her eyes were wide and her mouth wet and flushed when he pulled away. He gently jerked on the strands wound around his hand and her breath hitched.
Interesting.
“Tonight,” he murmured. “Let’s talk more about those dirty things you want me to do.”
She nodded roughly. “Okay.”
But it wasn’t okay, because somehow that night they didn’t talk.
He’d gotten stuck in a briefing that ran late, so by the time they ate, it was late, and while Hunter was game to explore fantasies and the like, he didn’t want to just bring it up randomly.
Not random if it just came up earlier today. And last night. And your girlfriend clearly likes it rough.
But he wasn’t sure what they really needed to talk about, either. How rough she wanted it? He could get creative in how he fucked her, but he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Dirty he could do.
Deviant…not so much.
But those lines blurred when he let his imagination run rampant. What if Serena wanted…
No, he couldn’t even finish that sentence, and not because he didn’t like the possibilities, but because it was so outside his frame of reference. Whatever she wanted, he’d find a way to dig it. But he was a simple man. A horny man. And his first choice would always be pretty simple.
So instead of talking, he pulled her into his lap and fingered her while they watched a show. Made her come on his hand before he slid deep inside her and stroked her clit until she came again, this time milking his dick.
Damn coward, he was turning out to be. But as Serena curled up beside him in bed, she twisted her fingers through his and gave him the sweetest, sleepiest smile that told him maybe she wasn’t ready to make a big deal about sex, either.
Because it was good. Great, even. Fuck, when he was buried inside her, it felt God damn near perfect.
And over the next three weeks, the butt plug and matching glass dildo faded from the top of Hunter’s thoughts. He never forgot them, exactly. But around his night training and leading up Serena’s trip, they were insatiable enough in other ways that he stopped wondering about the specifics of whether or not she wanted something up her ass.
They fucked—a lot. Nothing expressly kinky, but there was a new, naughty edge to Serena’s natural sauciness. She bit her lip more and called him sir impertinently. Wore his t-shirts with nothing underneath, and then asked him for help getting something down from up high. Wiggled her ass in his direction.
All things he approved of. And he tried to play at it, too, but bossing her around wasn’t his nature and until they tumbled naked into bed, he wasn’t sure what exactly to do. Once they were horizontal, Hunter had zero problem taking charge and making her pleasure his sole reason for being.
But every so often he got the feeling he was missing something. “You want something else, beautiful?” he’d grunt against her mouth, and she’d shake her head.
“So good,” she’d breathe, and he had to believe her, because she was coming on his dick again.
That couldn’t be a bad thing, right?
And the last thing he wanted to do was ask her about anal play and get it wrong.
So he kept quiet. But when he used her computer again, he couldn’t help but check her browser history.
He felt terrible about it for a solid minute, until he saw that she’d returned to the Blush Shoppe website more than once. Freaky girl indeed.
Right.
He needed to bite the bullet and be the brave one.
Creative problem-solving was his job. Usually in the form of figuring out impossible infiltration routes to a terrorist camp or finding a way to survive when trapped halfway up a mountain surrounded by insurgents, but coaxing the woman he’d fallen for to share a desire for something pretty up her ass?
