He grips my chin and turns my head to him, fusing his lips to mine, effectively silencing me. Before I can get lost in his embrace, he breaks the kiss but stays close. His breath dances over my lips when he whispers, “Stay forever if you want. Let me help you help yourself. We’ll get that van back in shape, so you have your base, your security blanket. But stay here.”
Butterflies spread in the wake of his words. He’s offering me everything I’m longing for on a gold platter.
But…
“Hunter, I told you. I’m falling for you and your brothers. This is bound to end in a catastrophe,” I whisper back, reaching out to stroke his beard with my wet hand.
“You’re good for us. All of us. I can already see how you’re changing Nash. And the things you do to North.” Hunt chuckles. “I don’t know the last time he was this alive. He was just functioning.”
“He hates me,” I mumble, my fingers stroking over his forearms.
“He hates that you make him feel,” Hunter states, prompting me to look back into his eyes. “You make him feel so much he’s struggling. You make us all feel. And I’m falling so hard for you right now. There is no turning back anyway. No matter what happens. I promise.”
He leans in to kiss me again, turning me with his hands on my hips to face him fully so I straddle him. The water bubbles around us, and the soft glow of the fairy lights adds to the enchantment of the moment. Hunter’s hands explore my body, gliding up and down my thighs, and I lose myself in the sensations he ignites within me. His hand comes up to my shoulder and squeezes it, and I hiss in pain when his fingers press down on my bruise.
“Fuck, what did I do?” He searches my face with panic in his eyes.
“Nothing, sorry. I got hurt while working, and it’s still bruised.”
“You got hurt?” he asks, his tone accusatory when he pulls on the collar of his shirt to see my shoulder beneath it, but it’s too tight, and he nearly chokes me.
“Hunter,” I caution, and he lets go of the collar.
“Let me see,” he commands, pulling his heavy, wet shirt over my head and letting it fall behind us on the floor next to the hot tub with a wet splat. When his eyes return to me, he notices I’m not wearing a bra and freezes. I’m tempted to cross my arms over my chest, but at the same time, I want him to see me, to touch me.
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know…” Hunter stutters, his eyes not leaving my nipples that are just outside the water.
I put my arms around his neck and scoot closer to him, feeling the bulge in his shorts. “It’s fine,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.
But he breaks the kiss and turns me slightly to inspect the bruise. His fingertip caresses the spot gently. “It’s already healing.”
“Told you. I’m fine. Now kiss me,” I command with humor in my tone, leaning back in to kiss his perfect lips.
Hunter’s hands glide down my bare back until they find my ass, his fingers pressing into my cheeks. “Is that okay?” he asks against my mouth, and I nod, kissing him once more. One of his hands wanders up to my breast while I let my hands glide into his hair, pulling gently, making him groan. His thumb slides over my nipple, and I gasp for air. The contrast of the cold outside and the warm water makes me even more sensitive. “That okay?” Hunter asks again when he takes my nipple between two fingers and rolls it.
I shudder and cling to him. “Yes, you can touch me everywhere.”
He squeezes my breast now, and his hand that was still on my ass wanders to my front. “Everywhere?” he asks gruffly.
I rest my forehead against his and breathe out, “Everywhere.”
My heart is pounding like crazy, and my knees tremble when I try to lift myself a bit so it’s easier for him to slip his hand into my thong. When his finger finds my slit, I gasp, but he leans in and steals the breath right out of my mouth, kissing me deeply while his fingers start to explore me, stroking up and down before delving deeper.
“You’re so wet,” Hunter notes before biting my bottom lip.
I start to giggle, and he stops, looking at me confused. “We’re in a hot tub. Of course, I’m wet.”
“You little brat,” he nearly growls out before pushing a finger inside me, working it in and out. I grip his shoulders, moaning softly. “Not so bratty anymore, are we,” he whispers, sliding a second finger inside. My eyes grow heavy with desire,falling closed as I relish in the stretch. Hunter doesn’t stop his movement, placing open-mouthed kisses down my neck and sucking on the skin on my collarbone. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and I start panting when his thumb comes up to circle my clit. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, pulling myself closer to him, hugging his face to my chest, prompting him to suck on my nipple.
Being outside with the cold breeze, the warm water, and the bubbles around us feels exhilarating. Just when I think the pressure inside me can’t get any better, his fingers inside me crook, rubbing my G-spot. My thighs begin to shake, my lower belly tightening. It’s too much, yet not enough.
I need more.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, and he halts all his movements, leaning back, his eyebrows furrowed as he searches my face for what I’m not sure.
“Like…” His words trail off, and his eyes dart between mine in question.
