“You’ll leave with me and you’ll like it.” Each word was nearly a growl, and my stomach flashed hot.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Hunter. At least put up a fight,” Grant said on a sigh. He marched over to King and began bitching him out.
“Okay, as long as you want me with you,” I said stupidly, and a soft kiss from Jamie that flashed heat all the way to the tips of my toes was my reward.
15
Jamie
Eyes closed, Hunter lay sprawled out on a cushioned white metal chair next to the indoor Olympic-size pool at my Upstate home. His tiny white swim shorts clung in all the good ways. Sunlight spilled over him and was split into sparkling rainbows from the crystal peak of the glass roof overhead. His chest and abdominal muscles, more chiseled than ever from his time over the last month in my personal gym, had my mouth watering.
Yes, please, let me have a taste of that sweet treat.He might be asleep, might not be, but he’d been deadly silent the last while. He hadn’t laughed once since we’d arrived here, and he barely spoke more than a few words at a time. He wasn’t mad at me per se, or at least he was still quick enough to spread his legs and offer up a kiss—or open those pretty lips and swallow down my cock—but if I had to guess, he was upset that his father had sent him away.
And I’d allowed myself to be tossed into the middle of their shite. I’d yet to decide on a way to tell Hunter I agreed wholeheartedly with bringing him away from the troubles in New Gothenburg, but not because I was eager to do his father’s bidding. No, I wanted Hunter here with me, and I was selfish enough I didn’t care how it happened. Curiously we hadn’t talked much, or maybe it wasn’t much of a mystery. Anytime we were in a room together, all we could do was pant like dogs after each other.
I stalked him, even while I thought of all the things I should speak with him about. His long, muscled legs were parted a bit, his right foot almost off the chair. His lips twitched and he slid one of his hands down his stomach directly onto his crotch, where he gave himself a squeeze before he cracked open his eyes.
“I was bored all day.”
Licking my lips, I couldn’t look away as he arched his hips the slightest bit. He was so beautiful. “Where’s Grant?” I rasped out, hoping like hell it wasn’t somewhere just around the corner.
“His room. He’s been there most of the day because he’s taking some sort of online certification thing for his job, since he has the time. Just so you know, he’s been saying he’ll have to go home before King wants, or he might end up fired. I don’t think King understands regular jobs.” He spread his legs a bit more and slid his hand down even farther, getting a grip on his balls through the thin fabric.
A wonderful, slow-moving heat seeped into my stomach. I’d never had someone around all the time like this, and I was finding I greatly enjoyed these leisurely teases, every bit as much as the wild rush of first meeting him. That was still there—at times I had to shove him against the nearest flat surface and have him—but this measured winding up of my body was its own delight.
“That’s good,” I forced myself to say, even though all I wanted to do was stare at the show I was getting. “Ya could do something online like that. Perhaps some classes.”
He snorted and rocked his hips, dancing his fingers along the bulge in the front of his shorts, not letting go of himself, and my cock flushed warm and sprang to attention faster than I would have thought possible. The desire to go to him, force those thighs wide and drill his arse, was so intense that my legs trembled with the effort to stand still. I strolled over and stopped next to him with my hands shoved into the pockets of my suit trousers.
“Want to go upstairs with me?”
He shrugged, and my gut twisted almost painfully. I knew if I blew him right now, he’d happily let me, or if I covered his body with mine, he’d welcome me home like I’d been gone for years. But clearly he wasn’t himself. I’d let this go on too long.
“What’s wrong? Where’s my wee devil?” I asked and sank down at his side, not caring that my knees landed in a puddle of water that soaked my trousers almost immediately.
He rolled onto his side, facing me, and studied my eyes. My Hunter was a subtle man, and I appreciated that blend of tact and shyness in him. I’d been around him more often lately and was becoming attuned to his expressions. I’d thought before that he was cold at times, but now that I knew what to look for, there was a wild range of emotions constantly tumbling about to be seen. I had a secret gift in him and I treasured that. No one else knew as much about him as I did, and the possessive side of me loved that fact. I brushed his soft hair from his forehead.
“Ya feeling sick, imp?”
“No. I’m….” He closed his eyes and his throat bobbed for a moment. “I’m miserable here.”
Hurt, I sat back. “With me?”
He sighed. “No, not miserablewith you. Just….” He sat up carefully and waved his hand around the pool. Far as I could see, it was all sparkling, pure water and comfortable seating. He even had a small tray on the ground on his other side with a drink and snacks, which I assumed my house staff had provided. Baffled, I waited until he opened his eyes.
“Ya don’t like swimming?”
He pegged me with a scornful look that shouldn’t have made me think about sex again, but it did. He was as close to fighting with me as he’d been since he got here, and sweet adrenaline tingled through my body.
“So you’re fine with me, but….” I waved my hand, encouraging him to speak. “Need more than that to work on.”
Without warning, he shoved me over onto my arse, and I laughed as he followed me down, and then sucked in air as he settled himself firmly onto my crotch and rocked his delightful arsecheeks on my rapidly forming wood.
“Tease,” I murmured and rubbed my hands along the insides of his muscled thighs.
“You’re only a tease if you don’t put out,” he whispered back and bent to kiss me. I was a sucker for his lips and got lost in him for a bit, rubbing my hands over the round globes of his arse and up along the soft skin of his sides. He was slimmer than when he’d come here, as well, and I wasn’t entirely sure that was due to his workouts. I resolved to keep better track of his habits.
“Wait, ya never answered me,” I mumbled against his mouth, and I shoved myself up until I was sitting with him on my lap. He combed his fingers through the hair on the back of my head and rested his forehead against mine.
