Hunter’s eyes search my face with love and leftover desire before he leans down and pushes away some tears with his thumb, then kisses my lips. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Agreed,” comes from Nash and Saylor behind me, making me let out an exhausted laugh before I collapse on the bed.
Nash is about to lay down next to me, but Hunter, who has already pulled his pants back up, shoots him a stern look.
“Nope, get your ass up, we need to head to work.”
Nash rolls his eyes but stands and pulls his clothes on hastily. Hunter leans down to kiss me, his beard still glistening fromwhen he ate me out. “See you later, Shortcake. Thank you for breakfast.”
“Your beard—” I start, but he just chuckles.
“I’m gonna smell you all fucking day, and I’m gonna love every second of it.” I want to protest, but he just pecks my lips again. “I love you. See you later.”
He steps back, and Nash takes his place, leaning down to suck on my nipple before he kisses my lips. “I love having you in this house. Let’s do this every morning,” he whispers against my lips. “Love you.”
They are gone before I can even sayI love youback, leaving me with Saylor, who moves onto the bed beside me again, reaching out so his fingers are lazily stroking over my body. I’m so orgasmed out that it just feels good and comforting.
He leans down to kiss my lips, whispering, “Tongue is way more fun. I could almost taste you, and God, you’re amazing.”
“I could almost feel you, not just the tingles, butyou,” I answer honestly, still a little out of breath.
“This is going to work, Slo,” Saylor promises, leaning down next to me.
It’s not the first time the thoughts of this being way too good to be true run through my mind, but it’s the first time it doesn’t make me panic. It doesn’t make me want to run.
For the first time, I think that maybe it’s just that.
Good.
THIRTY-FIVE
The shipyard’sfamiliar scents of oil and metal combined with the sharp aroma of coffee, surround me as I guide Lio up the stairs to my old office. Hunter called me in to lend a hand with some paperwork, a task I’m more than familiar with.
He stands from the desk when I open the door without knocking out of habit. “Hey, sorry. We’re here,” I greet while Lio runs over to Hunter, giving him a hug as if he hasn’t seen him in days, although it hasn’t been more than a couple of hours.
“Sorry to have you come in for this,” Hunter apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just can’t seem to get the hang of it.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassure him with a half-smile. “You don’t know how many times I had Dad on the phone when I first started. I can swing by every couple of weeks to help out if you need me to.”
“That would help a lot. Thank you.” Hunter gives a grateful smile, and Lio’s eyes light up as he looks down at him. “And how about I take you for ice cream while daddy’s busy, huh? What do you say, bud?”
“Yes,” Lio exclaims, excitement evident.
“It’s morning, Hunter,” I protest, but they’re already heading out.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Just as I thought Iwasdoing well on establishing some boundaries.
They leave, and I sit at my old desk, trying to achieve the right headspace for these calculations, but it’s hard. Somehow, my mind always wanders back to Sloan. She told me she needed a break from our search for help for Saylor, and I understand it. It’s super frustrating, and I guess if I could see Saylor’s face after every new disappointment, I would need a break too.
She told me she was fine, but I knew better. It’s okay if she needs some space to breathe, but I’m so close to sayingfuck it,looking for her to make sure she didn’t run after all.
Feeling the need for a caffeine kick, I head down the stairs toward the coffee machine. Stephanie is lingering there, watching me approach as if she has waited for this to happen, for us to meet here.
Oh, hell no.
“Good morning, Mr. Jones.” She smiles, stepping closer.
“Morning,” I say curtly while grabbing a mug and setting it under the machine.
