“Hey, you left the trail back there, you know,” I call out. I’m following him, of course, because, let’s face it, wherever Penn goes, I’m never going to be far behind him. I think I'm going to have to come to terms with that fact pretty soon.
He just laughs, and the sound of it makes me want to beat my chest in victory.Yes.I’m the one making him feel better.Me. I did that.
The foliage thickens around us, the sounds of the Falls growing more and more distant, but it’s replaced by a thrill buzzing through my veins. I don’t know what Penn’s up to, but right now, I don’t care. I’m one hundred percent here for it.
Chapter twenty-eight
Penn
Tromping through the thick rainforest is exactly what I needed to get out of my head. I don’t know how Hunter knew what to do to help me, but somehow, he did. And I’m fucking done playing around. Agreement or no agreement, I fucking want him right now, and he’s going to have to fight me if he thinks that stupid deal we made to only fool around on the cruise means sweet fuck all right now.
I don’t really have a destination in mind. I just want to be somewhere we won’t get caught because I have some very fucking dirty plans. But Hunter, being Hunter, needs a little more information. He grabs my elbow and spins me to face him.
“Where exactly are you taking us?” he asks, laughter dancing in his brown eyes. “I’m not really in the mood to get lost out here in the forest and have to call Search and Rescue to come find us.”
“What are you in the mood for, then?” I ask, my voice an octave lower than usual.
His eyes darken at the exact moment when I see him get on board with my plan. It was a gamble, but I was pretty sure he was having as much difficulty as me sticking to our stupidagreement. Besides this damn presentation, getting my hands, mouth, and every other part of my body back on Hunter Davies is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since we arrived home.
He steps closer to me, his chest against mine, pressing my back up against a tree. My dick fills, throbbing at how near he is. Fuck, we haven’t been this close to each other since we got back. His smell fills my senses, and the subtle hint of sandalwood combined with his unique scent is enough to get me on my knees right this minute. Jesus Christ, I want him more than anything.
“I have a few ideas,” he murmurs, the rough edge in his voice sending a tingle down my spine and directly to my balls.
I reach for him, my fingers threading through his hair. His breath mingles with mine, hot and ragged. Our mouths meet, and a groan rips from me as Hunter presses his body against mine, his mouth urgent and claiming. God, he tastes so fucking good. Fuck, how have I been surviving without this for the last week?
My hands find their way under his Gore-Tex jacket and T-shirt until they’re sliding over the warm skin of his back. He grips my hips hard before moving his hands to my ass and then to my thighs and lifting me so my legs are wrapped around his waist. Then, he presses against me, grinding his cock into mine, and I want to cry with relief.
“God,” he pants between kisses, each one sparking along my skin. Our bodies mold together, everything else forgotten. It’s just us and this overwhelming desire that drowns out the world.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want him plastered against me with nothing separating us. I want him to fuck me hard and raw, like an animal, right here in the forest.
“Please, Hunter,” I beg. “I can’t wait any more. I need you.” My voice is loaded with need.
He groans, and it sounds as if it’s been ripped from the depths of his soul. Pulling back slightly, he looks into my eyes, searching, seeking permission, confirmation. The anticipation crackles between us, his own desperation right there at the surface.
“Fuck, Penn, are you sure?” His voice is hoarse and thick with want.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I say with no hesitation. I yank him back down into me. “Now, Hunter.”
He lets me down slowly, his mouth still anchored against mine as my feet make contact with the ground again. He fumbles with my pants, and pure relief washes over me as the cool air hits my throbbing cock. When he wraps his hand around me, it’s all I can do not to come right there and then.
“Turn around,” he commands. His voice is soft, but there’s no mistaking his commanding tone, and it sends a shudder through me. Fuck, I love it when he takes charge like this.
I grab onto the tree that’s become the center of my universe, leaning forward and pressing my ass back into him. “Mmmmm,” he murmurs as he slides his hands over my ass. My jeans are around my knees, so he has enough access to me, but his are only undone enough so he can fish his cock out. I turn my head, watching over my shoulder as he tucks the waistband of his underwear under his balls quickly before reaching into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet, and producing a condom and a packet of lube.
He holds up the condom and raises his eyebrows at me. "Less mess for you if we use this."
I nod, and then chuckle because it'sso Hunterto be concerned about keeping things orderly and neat, even during a messy, desperate fuck in the middle of the forest. But I love it. I love that he thinks about what's best for me all the fucking time. I fucking love him.
Holy shit. I love him.
That knowledge settles into a spot right in the center of my chest, and it feels strangely like a hole I didn't even realize was there just got patched over. The tree feels rough under my hands as I watch him quickly roll on the condom and then bring the lube packet up to his mouth so he can tear it open with his teeth. He slicks himself quickly before squeezing the rest of the lube onto his fingers. I turn back to the tree, pressing my forehead into the bark as he slides his fingers up and down my crease before stopping and gently circling my hole.
My breath hitches as he pushes first one, then a second cool, slick finger into me. He groans again and drops his forehead onto my shoulder.
“Oh my god, Penn, I’ve missed you so much,” he practically sobs as he fucks me open gently, his fingers pushing in and pulling back, driving me insane with want.
“Hunter… God, you need to fuck me. Put your cock in me now, or I’m gonna die. Please.Please,” I whine because it’s true—there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
