Chapter 24
“You ready for our hike?” Hunter says the next morning.
I sleepily open one eye to see him sitting at the edge of the bed. He brushes a hair off my face. “You look beautiful.” He gestures to the bedside table. “I made breakfast.”
I glance over at the tray of scrambled eggs and toast. “Thank you. But it’s so early.”
He chuckles. “Babe, I have practice this early a couple times a week.”
“My job involves late nights but not usually early mornings.” I stretch my arms out from under the comforter.
Hunter scoots into bed next to me and props the pillow against the headboard. “You always were a night owl,” he says as he picks up the tray and hands me my plate of food.
“True. I always loved when I got to stay up late for a school play I was in.” My phone starts buzzing on the nightstand.
Hunter goes to grab it for me, but I put my hand on his arm.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll check my messages later. I’m sure it’s just my mother wanting to confirm our family dinner tomorrow night. No one else would call me this early on a weekend.”
We enjoy our breakfast and then get a little distracted after eating when Hunter braces himself on top of me.
“Do you want to have sex?” he asks with an adorably sexy grin.
“I thought you wanted to hike,” I say teasingly.
“This won’t take long,” he promises as he sucks on my neck. “If you’re interested.”
“I’m definitely interested,” I say as he kisses me behind my ear. “Fuck me, please.”
He enters me easily, lifting one of my legs into a bent position so he can go even deeper inside me. “Oh, fuck, Winter.” His voice is all low and rough, and I love it. “Every time we do this…”
“Is better,” I say, finishing his thought for him. “God, keep doing that, Hunt…”
Never taking his one hand off my leg, he drives in and out of me with abandon.
“Give it to me,” he mutters. He shifts so he can snake his hand between my legs to brush my clit. “All of you, Win. Let go.”
I come so hard I pull the sheet half off the bed.
As he follows me with his own release, we both collapse on the mattress.
“You ready to hike now?” Hunter mutters against my damp skin.
I laugh. “I feel like we just worked out.”
He kisses my neck. “It will be a different kind of exercise.”
I link my fingers through his. “Okay. But I need to shower first.”
* * *
Black Creek Wildernessis about two hours away in Mississippi. Hunter and I pass the time talking. About anything and everything. Except for the deadline that’s looming before us. That we don’t discuss.
We do talk about my love-hate relationship with Broadway, though, which feels like Hunter’s roundabout way of trying to figure out where my head is at.
“I was lonely in Manhattan,” I admit. “Kind of ridiculously lonely, honestly.”
“What about your work colleagues? I thought you might bond with a few of them like I have with some of my teammates.”
