Fuck, so hot.
My hand glides between my thighs while he presses me down on him a little harder, making me gasp. The short bolt of pain fuels my desire even more, and I start to rub my clit fervently, panting heavily. Hunter quickens his pace, and our bodies move together in perfect harmony. The tension builds within me, pushing me closer to the edge, a moan leaving my lips.
He groans into my neck. “Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels?” Hunter grits out roughly in my ear. “So fucking tight and warm and wet. Freaking Heaven.”
He pants, and as the pleasure overwhelms me, I cling my free arm around his neck, gasping his name as I reach my peak. Hunter follows closely behind, pulling me down on him once more, his body shuddering as he finds his release. With each jolt, I feel his hot cum inside me.
I let myself collapse back on him, my head falling down on his shoulder, breathless and sated, wrapped in his arms that come to hold me around my stomach. The cool breeze soothes my heated skin while the warm water keeps the bite of the cold away.
“That was…” I start, still panting, as my hands come down to hold his forearms around me.
“Absolutely perfect, just like you,” Hunter remarks quietly, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. “You’re so goddamn sexy when you come on my cock.”
Fuck.
I turn slightly so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, making him pull out with the movement. I can’t help but hiss at the sudden emptiness I’m left with. Then, taking his face between my hands, I kiss him deeply. He nibbles on my bottom lip and strokes my thigh as we sit there basking in the afterglow and each other.
The night quickly turns colder, and I shudder slightly, so Hunter urges me to get out. “You need a warm shower before bed.”
Climbing out, he reaches for his towel, quickly drying off his leg to put on his prosthetic, and once he has it secured, he puts his towel around his waist before grabbing mine and helping me out too. Then, wrapping the gigantic towel around me like I’m a burrito, he rubs my upper arms to generate warmth. “Fuck, Shortcake, so damn cute and sexy,” he mutters, kissing my forehead and turning off the hot tub.
With a hand on my lower back, he guides me inside the living room, closing the door behind us.
“Hunt,” North calls for him from the kitchen as we walk over to the hallway leading to our rooms hand in hand. “A word.”
A shudder runs down my back at North’s tone, but Hunter pulls me to him by my hand, cupping my cheek with the other, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Sleep well,” he whispers against my lips.
“Good night,” I whisper back.
He lets go of me with one last squeeze of my hand before he walks to the kitchen, where North stands with his arms crossed over his chest, giving me a death glare.
I can’t get to my room fast enough.
FORTY-FIVE
The scenebefore me is pretty hilarious. Hunter is standing there with a bare chest and only a towel around his waist. North is leaning against the kitchen counter, fuming about something, and it looks dark outside.
How long was I gone?
“What the fuck do you want, North?” Hunter asks in an agitated tone I’m not quite used to from him.
What did I miss?
“Let’s wait on Nash,” North tells him just as the guy in question strides into the room, letting himself fall into one of the chairs next to the table. “Great, now that we’re all here?—”
Oh, if he only knew.
“What do you want, North?” Nash interrupts. “I’m tired, man. Today was long. The ocean is getting rougher.”
I see Hunter shudder in my peripheral.
“Well, fine, let’s dive right into it, shall we? What I want to discuss isher,” North tells them, nearly spitting the last word.
Wait, whereisSlo?
Last I remember, she was killing me with her heart-to-heart with Hunter.
“Why? What’s with her?” Hunter asks, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
