“What are you doing here?” he repeats, tense.
“You invited me.” It’s really that simple. Whatever he’s doing, it was a blatant invitation, and I can’t deny him what he wants.
His eyes narrow. “How do you figure that?”
I take my time answering, slowly sipping at my wine. The crisp coldness of it hits the heat of my insides, a cool slide that doesn’t alter the high temperature between us. “Don’t insult my intelligence, love. It’s not a coincidence that in all of Sydney, you chose here to bring your date.” I don’t sneer the last word, but it’s close. My self-restraint should be applauded.
Hunter is a smart, calculating man, in charge of a very dangerous group of individuals. He knew the moment that he made a booking here, under his own name, that I would know about it. That I wouldn’t be able to resist. I do enjoy flaying myself alive for him. I’ve had years of practice.
Hunter doesn’t reply. He turns his head to the laptop beside my glass on the bar. The screen is still showing the cameras I was using to watch him and the teacher. His nostrils flare, and there’s a dark heat in his green eyes that sends a thrill through me.
Rising from my stool, I close the distance between us. A single brush of my knuckles over the light stubble of his cheek causes his eyes to flutter closed. “You wanted me here; don’t lie to us both. You wanted me to see, to hurt.”
“No,” Hunter chokes out, not opening his eyes.
He doesn’t move away when I kiss him softly. “Yes,” I whisper. I won’t allow him to hide from the truth of his actions. He knewexactlywhat he was doing. “You wanted me to watch you.” A harder kiss this time, and his lips part for me. “See you smile at him.” He tilts his head, giving me room to skim my lips under his jaw. “Make him blush.” The teacher’s pale skin showed the bright red easily. Unless it was warm in the room—and I know it’s notthatwarm—the response was all for my husband. “Did you want me to go out there, make a scene?” He tastes sweet, like nectar made just for me.
“He’s not part of this.”
“You made him part of this when you walked him through those doors, Hunter.” He made a choice, and now he gets to deal with the consequences of it.
Gliding my hand down his arm, I finger the cuff links. A gift from me. He wore them deliberately, I’m sure of it. What exactly is he trying to do here?
“No, I didn’t. The one who doesn’t have a place here is you. I’m moving on.”
“Are you?” I ask mildly. That’s not an option for either of us. It never has been. He may have tried over the years, trampling me each time, but it’s never worked. It won’t ever work. It’s futile to try. A pointless endeavour that only hurts us both. I wish he would give in, see that he can trust me. That mistakes made in the past don’t mean mistakes made in the future.
“I need you to let me.”
“I won’t ever do that.” Grasping his chin, I force him to look at me. There’s no turning from this. From us. “Ever. Do youunderstand? I will haunt you forever because I can’t do anything else. You’re part of my soul, and that won’t change. I can’t live without you.”
A hand sharply grabs my jacket, our eyes locked in a fierce battle. I’ve always been honest about what he is to me, how I feel about him. His inability to move on from our past—with good reason, I can give him that—has kept us here, in this limbo where neither of us are whole. I’ll stay here for however long he wants me to. I’ll never leave, no matter how much it cuts me open and makes me bleed.
He drags me closer, his warm lips crashing into mine, his tongue pushing through and demanding everything from me. He can have it all. I delve my hands into his hair, feeling the soft, silky strands, and then hold him, getting him to just the right angle to taste him as deeply as I want. He moans, spurring me on.
“I need you,” I rasp. I need him so fucking much that I’m burning up with it.
“Please,” he moans.
God, yes. This is exactly what I need. I yank off his jacket, and he helps by shrugging it down his arms and onto the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I register Miles picking it up, draping it over a nearby stool. My lips meet Hunter’s as we tug and pull at his buttons, only managing to get his shirt halfway undone before our hands are on cheeks, necks, in hair, desperately urging each other on.
We stumble back and away from the bar until my hips hit a nearby round table.
Somehow, despite Hunter’s shirt still hanging on him, we manage to get mine off until I’m in nothing but my pants, my belt hanging loosely. Flipping us around, I lean back against the table, half sitting on it, and drag him between my legs. Our lips find each other again, drawn back together, neither of uswanting to be apart for more than a second. With a hand curled around my hip, he rubs against me, his hard cock meeting my own. Yes, that’s perfect. I need to be inside him, need to hear more of his sounds as I fuck him.
“Miles. Here, come here.” Hunter bites down on my neck, sucking in a way that’s both exquisite and painful. He’s marking me,owningme, and there’s nothing in the world that makes me feel like he does.
Warmth at my side indicates that Miles is there, and I roughly put my hand into his pocket, knowing what I’ll find there. Hunter isn’t the only clever man in the room, and Miles always knows what I need, long before I realise that I need it.
The lube, just as expected, is resting at the bottom, and I pull it out, dropping it on the table behind me. We’ll need it soon. Squeezing Hunter’s ass, I slip a knee between his thighs, encouraging him to rock on me. He kisses me again, and I get lost in it, the taste and feel of him. He pulls back with a gasp, sucking in air, and I nip at his chin, biting my way down to the hollow of his throat.
“Are you mine, Miles?” I growl out. Hunter jolts in my arms, and I tighten my hold on him, adding pressure against his hard, leaking cock.
“Yes.”
“You know what I want.”
This time Miles hesitates instead of answering. Enough that I pause and look at him. Hunter growls in annoyance and grasps at my back, nails digging into skin. He laps at my collarbone and then bites down before soothing with another lick, over and over, trying to drive me insane and make me lose my train of thought.
