When Hunter applied pressure to deepen the kiss, I didn’t back down this time. I granted the access she demanded and sighed into her mouth when I felt the tip of her tongue lick mine.
“Hunter,” I moaned. “What do we do now?”
Her hands grabbed the skirt of my gown and lifted it, gathering the satin around my waist. Knowing what she was after, I reached down and held my dress up for her to free her hands. Her fingers began tracing the hem of my panties, and I parted my thighs, moaning when she bent and nipped the swell of my breasts spilling from the tight bodice.
“What do you want to do?” she returned coyly.
“I want you to touch me.”
I needed so much more than that, but for now, this would have to do. Hunter was still a flight risk. She always had been. The trail of broken hearts she’d left behind whenever things got too deep spoke for themselves. I’d been the only one Hunter had ever let stay once in, but then she’d torn her own heart apart just to keep it from ruining me.
“Do you remember when I used to sneak into your room and play with you?” she asked, lowering my panties down my legs and following them until she was crouched.
“Yes.”
“I’d touch and kiss you here,” she whispered, brushing her knuckle against my warm slit. “You squirmed for me. Remember that?”
“Yes, Hunter,” I whined. “I remember. Stop teasing me. Please.” Hunter shifted her hand and slid two fingers deep. My lashes fluttered as I leaned against the mirror. My head fell to the side, and one glance in the mirror showed Hunter’s hand hidden underneath the heavy skirt of my wedding dress. “God, yes,” I moaned as I rode her fingers. “Don’t stop, Hunter.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she taunted. “You squirm for him now. Not for me.”
I opened my eyes enough to see jealousy and guilt warring within her own as she played with my pussy. “And you don’t?”
Hunter shoved to her feet and pushed her chest against mine, fucking her fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I could hear the proof of my want echoing around the small room. The wet slap of her fingers tunneling in and out. Even her warm breath on my hot skin was an aphrodisiac.
“Just say it, Coby.” Her eyes were dark and vengeful now, like she wanted to punish us both for falling for the same man. “I know you know.”
“You fucked him,” I accused.
“Yes.”
I came, my walls squeezing Hunter’s digits as she ground her heel against my clit to prolong it. My hips moved without any discernible rhythm, the rustle of the satin swishing as I chased my orgasm to the very end.
“Would you like to know how it happened?” Hunter teased as her fingers kept going.
My eyes drifted closed. Lord, help me. I nodded.
“Ocean undressed me, sniffed me, teased me…and then he bent me over the table while you were in the shower,” she told me. I could already feel a second orgasm rushing to meet the first as she tormented me with her betrayal. “My pussy was so tight, but he made me take it anyway. I wish you could have seen how hard he fucked me. How much he wanted it. I thought about you while your man was inside me. I fantasized about what it would be like if you had touched me, too. I came so hard for him, Coby. I left my cream all over his big, black dick, and I wanted so much for you to taste it. Tasteus.”
“Oh, Hunterrrrrrr. Oh, fuuuuck.”
“I know,” she cooed. “Come for me, bestie. Please?”
My lips parted to cry out, but Hunter kissed me, swallowing my scream as I came even harder than the first time.
I’d forgotten my future mother-in-law was waiting on the other side of the curtain for us—possibly hearing every word, every sound.
I swore and pushed Hunter away.
She was breathing too heavily to say it, but her eyes told me we weren’t done yet.
My dress was still bunched around my waist, my expensive lace panties discarded and forever ruined. I let the hem of the gown fall, but I could still feel the evidence of what we’d done running down my thigh. My pussy was throbbing like it had a pulse, and I wanted more.
Hunter lifted her hand and held my gaze as she repeated my lewd actions from the night before and slipped both fingers in her mouth. “Mmmh,” she moaned. “Still as sweet as I remembered, bestie.”
I felt like I was tied in so many knots—Ocean, Hunter, the wedding, my brother…
When had life become so complicated?
