Hunter tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’re going to find her. Grayson said he thinks they’re really close to closing in on their location. And when we do, we’ll celebrate properly. All of us together.”
I lean into his touch, trying to hold onto this moment of happiness amid our ongoing nightmare. “Remember when we told Derek about us?”
Hunter’s mouth quirks. “How could I forget? I thought he might actually try to shoot me.”
One week after returning to the city, we’d sat Derek down in his study. The thunderous expression on my stepfather’s face when Hunter explained that the engagement to Liv was over and he was in love with me instead—I’d almost lost my nerve.
“He wasn’t happy,” I say, the understatement of the century.
“No, but he came around. Especially after learning Liv was involved with Ari.”
I nod, remembering Derek’s grudging acceptance. “He said he couldn’t blame just you when clearly both Harrison women have questionable taste in men.”
Hunter kisses me again. “We’ll add finding your sister to our wedding to-do list, right at the top. And we won’t beplanning a wedding until she’s back and safe. Let me get the champagne.” He retreats to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of Dom Pérignon, the cork popping with a satisfying sound that makes me laugh. He fills two flutes, the bubbles catching the candlelight like tiny stars.
“To us,” he says, clinking his glass against mine. “To the future Mrs. Reed.”
The champagne is crisp and perfect. I set my glass down and move into his arms, still adjusting to the weight of the ring on my finger. “I never thought I’d feel this happy in the middle of everything else.”
Hunter’s eyes darken as he looks down at me. “I want to celebrate properly,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that low register that sends heat cascading through my body. His lips brush my ear. “I want all of you tonight. Every part I haven’t claimed yet.”
My breath catches at his meaning. “You mean...?”
“I want to pop that perfect little anal cherry of yours,” he confirms, his bluntness making me blush despite everything we’ve already done together. “Tell me you’ll let me have that tonight.”
I’ve never done that before, though Hunter has hinted at it. Something about being engaged makes me brave. “Yes,” I whisper, surprising myself with how much I want this new intimacy.
He lifts me, carrying me toward the bedroom. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promises against my neck. “I’ll make you feel things you never imagined.”
In the bedroom, Hunter takes his time undressing me, dropping kisses on each newly exposed patch of skin. I’m trembling by the time he lays me on the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” he commands, and I comply, hearing him retrieve something from the nightstand drawer.“I’ve been thinking about this,” he admits, his hands caressing my back. “Claiming every part of you.”
I gasp as cool liquid drips where I’ve never been touched. Hunter’s fingers are gentle but insistent, preparing me with patience. “Relax,” he murmurs. “Trust me.”
“I do,” I breathe, meaning it completely despite our complicated past.
The cool sensation of lube makes me flinch, but Hunter’s steady hand on my lower back keeps me in place.
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ll make this good for you.”
I try to breathe deeply as his slick finger circles where I’ve never been touched before, teasing and testing.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I consciously release the tension in my body. “Trust me.”
His finger presses forward, entering me. The sensation is foreign and a little uncomfortable. While his one finger eases me open, his other slides beneath me, fingers finding my already sensitive clit.
“Hunter,” I gasp, my hips jerking.
“Feel good?” He works a slow circle around my clit while his finger continues its gentle invasion.
Words fail me as pleasure builds from his skilled touch between my legs, distracting me from the unfamiliar pressure behind. When he adds a second lubricated finger, I barely register the burn before it transforms into a deep, pulsing pleasure.
“You’re opening up so beautifully for me,” Hunter praises, his fingers working in tandem—one hand bringing intense, familiar pleasure while the other introduces me to something entirely new.
The combination is overwhelming. My breathing turns ragged as he increases the pressure on my clit, circling fasterwhile his fingers push deeper into my ass. The sensation builds, a different kind of orgasm forming—fuller, deeper somehow.
“Hunter, I’m—” I can’t finish the sentence before waves of pleasure crash through me, my body clenching around his invasive fingers as I come with shocking intensity.
