“I’m not.” He brought our faces together, mouths so fucking close. “I’m the opposite of sorry.”
“Did you lose your job over me?”
“If I lose my job, it’s because of Scott Shaw, not because of you.” Hunter exhaled against my lips. “But I hope the right decision is made, and if not, that’s better for me in the long run anyway. I don’t want to be tied to a firm that rewards that kind of behavior.”
I wanted to believe him.
He sounded so earnest and true, but it was hard. It was so fucking hard.
“I was so scared when I couldn’t find you last night,” he said next. “I went to your apartment first, then I went to Marshall’s, and then I realized what a fool I was. I knew exactly where you’d be.”
“I came home,” I murmured, blinking hard.
Hunter’s fingers swiped stray tears off my cheeks, and I went slack in his arms, letting him hold me up. He pulled me in, curled his arms around my shoulders and held me like he had the night before in the shower. The level of coddling should have been embarrassing, but I’d never felt more protected than I did when Hunter held me, and I needed that to be okay.
My relationship with Hunter had taught me so much about myself, and not just in the dominant and submissive way. He’d given me a safe and non-judgmental space to explore parts of myself that I’d tried very hard to keep in the dark, and in shining a light on them he’d shined a light on me. I was whole because of Hunter, but more than that, I was loved.
“I know you did.” He kissed the top of my head, and I relaxed against him.
Hunter didn’t complain, didn’t groan, didn’t even move. He held me there on his couch for as long as he’d held me on the floor of his shower. Maybe even longer. When I pulled away from him to drink some coffee, he watched me quietly like I was a deer about to bolt in front of a car in the middle of the night. It felt a little like that, I realized, swallowing the room-temperature coffee before sliding off the couch and onto my knees.
“What are—” he protested, trying to hook his hand under my armpit and pull me back up. “What are you doing?”
“Daddy,” I whispered, placing my hands on my thighs palms up, something I’d seem Silas do more times than I could count. Fuck, it was powerful. Heat surged through me, up from my stomach and into my throat, making me sit straighter, chin tipped up even as my lashes fluttered.
“What do you need?” he asked, pushing my hair back from my face. “What do you want?”
“Just this,” I said softly. “Just you.”
“You have me,” Hunter promised, climbing to his feet and standing in front of me. His dick was soft, but he pulled his pantsdown anyway and dragged his flaccid tip against my mouth. I opened for him because it felt like the right thing to do, and he fed the entire soft length of his shaft onto my tongue. He was in me fully, my nose buried in the trimmed hairs at the bottom of his happy trail, and I huffed a breath out of my nose that had Hunter shivering against me.
“You’re perfect,” he said softly, fingers sliding through my hair as his cock thickened against my tongue. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. More important than any job or any other man could ever be.”
I knew he meant his brothers, and I blinked hard.
“My priority is always you,” he said next, another promise. “Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
Precum pulsed out of his cock, painting the very back of my tongue. It was impossible to breathe without getting erect myself, his cock very nearly fully hard, pressing against the roof of my mouth and my throat. I swallowed around him, smiling to myself at the way he groaned and thrust his hips against my face.
“Is that what you need?” he asked, tightening his grip in my thoroughly finger-combed hair. “You need this cock in your throat?”
I groaned and nodded, reaching between my legs when Hunter started to pump into my mouth in earnest. Precum smeared around my mouth, and I was desperate for the taste of him, the stretch of him. I wanted Hunter deeper inside of me, and not in my mouth, but I trusted him to know what I needed and give it to me. He always had, and I was certain there on the floor of his living room—of our living room—he always would.
I nodded around him, groaning low when the first burst of cum shot against my tongue. He was so deep in my mouth I barely tasted him, but he spilled his load into my throat, entire body going tense until his orgasm settled into something soft around the edges. Hunter tugged my hair until I looked up athim, and the admiration in his eyes was almost enough to send me over the edge myself.
“I don’t want you to come yet,” he said, pulling my mouth away from his cock with an obscenely wet pop. Strings of saliva connected his cock to my mouth, and the way his chest heaved with every breath was hotter than it had any right to be.
“I’m close,” I warned, rubbing my palms over the tops of my thighs.
“Well…” Hunter licked his lips and stroked his half-hard cock inches away from my face. “Don’t make that my problem.”
A shiver tore through me, and I managed a jerky nod.
“Yes, Sir.”
He licked his lips again and, on instinct, I licked mine, chasing the sweaty and musky taste of his dick down my throat.
“I like that. But I think you forget who I am sometimes, don’t you?”
