Hunter thought about it momentarily before closing her eyes and leaning forward. Her back was rigid as she tried to maintain space between us, so I stayed where I was, letting her come to me.
When her plush lips finally met mine, I didn’t return her kiss.
I watched her brows dip with determination right before she tried again. Over and over, she pecked my lips while I feigned detachment. A frustrated moan tore from her throat as I drove her to desperation. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around my neck until her heavy breasts were pressed against my chest.
I didn’t think my dick could get any fucking harder.
Hunter kissed me again, and then I felt her hot tongue lick my lips before she whimpered. “Please?”
The last of my will crumpled, and I finally gave in, parting my lips and meeting her tongue with mine.
Our kiss was slow and hesitant, but quickly turned desperate and uncontrolled. Hunter began grinding down on my lap, and I lifted my hips, trying to feel her hot pussy through her jeans. Pretty soon, we were dry-humping on the bed like two teenagers.
I was still kissing her when I felt Hunter’s hands shift to my chest and push, so I gave in to her silent request and lowered my back to the mattress. Hunter followed me, and I savagely tore into the rip already at the back of her tattered jeans until I could feel her soft skin underneath. Her pussy was right there for taking, and all I had to do was lower my joggers and destroy what remained of her clothes. My hands roamed all over her bare ass, and I couldn’t resist the urge to slap it, making Hunter moan and grind down on me harder.
I broke the kiss, knowing I had to slow us down before it went too far, but Hunter wasn’t ready yet, so she chased my lips.
And I was too weak to resist.
We continued kissing a little longer until I felt her reach for my waistband at the exact moment I reached for her thong. And then I thought of my wife.
Stop, stop, stop.Do something.
“I ate her pussy before I came to see you. She let me,” I said between kisses, making Hunter stiffen. It wasn’t a lie. I reallyhad eaten Coby out in the car the moment we finished our hike. “She was so sweet. Can you taste her, Vengeance? I wish you’d heard the way she screamed for me.” I kissed Hunter’s stiff lips one last time before pulling back to stare into her eyes. “Do you think it was Stockholm Syndrome that made her do it?”
Hunter cursed and tore away from me, scrambling to leave the bed, but I grabbed her throat before she could, slamming her back on the bed next to me. Her frustrated screams were ignored as I climbed on top of her and pinned her there.
“A deal’s a deal, Vengeance, but let me clarify. Coby is mine, and so are you. That isn’t changing now or ever. Tomorrow, you’re going to join us in the main house, and you’re going to pretend you came of your own free will until I say otherwise.”
“And if I don’t?” she challenged. I almost rolled my eyes.
“Then Coby’s deal goes out the window, and I make her marry me anyway, except it won’t be for five years, Hunter. It will be forever.” Because I was an asshole and because I couldn’t resist, I kissed Hunter’s lips again.
“You bitch-ass—”
“I’m not done talking,” I interrupted. “Right now, you’re going to convince me that you’ll play along, or else I’ll keep you chained to this bed. And when Coby and I marry, she’ll do it thinking you chose not to be there for her.”
Hunter’s jaw dropped, her wide eyes glistening with tears. “She’ll never believe that.”
“I’ll make her.”
“You’re such a fucking bastard!”
“No, Hunter. I’m a man determined to win.”
“Coby and I aren’t prizes in a game, Ocean! I don’t know if I deserve more, but I sure as hell know Coby does.”
I felt my blood ice over. “I know that,” I bit out.
“Do you?” She looked up at me like I’d grown two heads. “Think about what you’re saying to me. Think about what you’re doing.”
I blew out a breath of frustration. I couldn’t help the way I fucking felt. Neither could they apparently. I knew her and Coby were in love with each other, even if they weren’t ready to admit it yet. Instead of holding up the mirror to Hunter and telling her what I knew, I asked, “What would you do if you were me?”
She gave me a perplexed look. “You can’t ask me that, Ocean.”
“I can, and I am. What would you do?”
“I’d let you choose. And I wouldn’t scheme and cheat.”
