I didn’t know then that would be the last time I’d ever see Hunter cry about his father.
I scooted closer so I could take him in my arms.
His tears soaked through my t-shirt, and when he lifted his head and said so, my response was immediate.
“You think I care about that? I care about you, Hunt. Just you.”
Nothing had ever felt more true or more right.
In that moment, I would have gladly given up Broadway for a shot at something real with Hunter Storm.
His hungry lips sought mine, and we came together in a clash of pain, confusion, and grief.
Within seconds, he’d pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. His hands cupped my bare breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples.
“Hunter.” I bit back on a moan.
His eyes locked with mine. “You’re so beautiful.”
His mouth went to my neck, and he peppered me with kisses all the way to my breasts. His hands went to the top of the shorts I was wearing. He slid his fingers just inside the waistband and paused before glancing up at me.
His dark lashes framed his emerald eyes as he silently asked me for permission.
My breath was coming in short little gasps. I had never been naked with a boy before.
But I wanted this. Because it was Hunter.
I shimmied to help him ease the shorts down my legs and off. And then, I was bare to him.
He sucked in a breath. The rough pads of his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh…and then dragged up to my core. He brushed his index finger across me once, twice.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. It felt good, so good, and I closed my eyes at the intensity of the sensation.
When I felt Hunter’s thick finger slide deeper into my wet folds, I clenched in resistance.
I didn’t want to resist him, but I tensed as my thighs shook. God, I wanted him inside me so badly. I could hardly breathe as I bucked up into his hand between my legs.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
He held my legs with his other hand so I wouldn’t thrash, and I took a long, slow breath as he gently moved his finger to my opening. I let out a low moan of approval, and Hunter’s finger penetrated me.
Oh, Jesus. “Oh my God,” I murmured as I felt him go deeper.
The orgasm hit me hard, and waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
I clutched at Hunter’s arm and cried out. The sensations flooding my core were brand-new to me. I touched myself sometimes. But not like this. And I had never brought myself to orgasm before.
As I came back down to earth, Hunter kissed me. “Was that okay?” he asked.
“More than okay. That was…like I was flying.” I rested my chin on his chest. “Can I touch you?”
When he nodded, I reached inside his sweatpants. I widened my eyes when my hand closed around his erection.
I ran my fist up and down the thick length, and Hunter’s eyes slammed shut.
“Fuck, Winter. Feels so good.”
All I wanted was to make him feel good. On a night when his entire life was blown apart with grief and pain, if I could help him for a few minutes, maybe he’d have one good memory to help balance out the horrible one that I knew he’d have to deal with for a long time hereafter.
