“You made it my concern the moment you came to me.” A white lie. They sent it to Hunter, and that automatically makes it my concern, regardless. I would have found out, one way or another, and we’d have ended up in this very same place.
“I didn’tcome to you,” Hunter says in a deep growl. “I thought it was yours, and I was returning it.”
Did he think I’d cut off my own finger? I’d like to think he’s concerned about me, but I highly doubt that. “Is that all?”
“I have zero reasons beyond that for wanting to see you.”
I don’t see him nearly as much as I’d like to. Despite his words, I know he’s lying. I can see it in his eyes. He keeps his distance and pushes back if I force proximity too often, but he wants it just as much as I do. Being somewhat complicit in the kidnapping of his brother’s boyfriend didn’t exactly earn me any points. An error I corrected as soon as I knew—even doing it the way they wanted me to instead of spilling blood the way I wished to—but the damage was already done. Another mark against my name, one of many. All earned.
The feel of his stubble against my palm when I cup his cheek is like electricity crackling against my skin. A luxury to indulge in whenever I get the chance.
He doesn’t turn from me, so I push my luck as I always do. Hunter is a worthy reward. I brush my lips over his, a bare whisper. “Why did you really come here, Hunter?” He trembles under my touch, and his tongue flicks over my lips when he licks his own.
“I told you—”
“I don’t believe you,” I whisper. He avoids me until he can’t anymore. He’s as addicted to me as I am to him. A thread of obsession that will never let go of either of us. I don’t want it to.
“That sounds like it’s your problem. I’m telling the truth. Something you aren’t overly familiar with.”
Words hurt, and I deserve a kiss for that. He lets out a small sound when I take it, immediately opening to me. No resistance whatsoever. He never does, not once we get here. This close, there are no defences.
He sways towards me, and my mouth hovers over his. So close that I can feel his breath and the warmth of his lips. He makes it hard for me to breathe or think. Spins me up, the same way he always has. I want to drag this out, tease him, make him beg for me. But it’s been too long, and I can’t be this close to him and not need to be closer. I want to taste him more than I want to play games.
I jerk him forward, slamming our lips together with the same urgency that has me throbbing. He goes pliant without fighting me. In this, he never does. It only makes me ache for him more.
His mouth opens, and he lets me in without hesitation, making a small noise in the back of his throat. He’s just as hungry as I am. It’s still not enough. I need more. I need—tugging his shirt up, my fingers meet warm skin. He moans and presses closer, fingers gliding through my hair.
When I undo his pants to slip my hand inside, he hesitates. It’s an unusual enough response from him that I do too. I slide my lips across his until I meet the corner of his mouth.
“You want this, Hunter,” I whisper harshly. “You need it as much as I do. Don’t lie to me and say you don’t.” He can lie to himself if he wants to, but he’s not leaving until he’s come all over my hand.
Hunter glances to the side, where Miles is standing guard. My most trusted employee makes no moves to give us any semblance of privacy. And he won’t. He’ll watch every second of it if only to ensure that I’m not in any danger. He takes his job seriously.
“Afraid of an audience, love?” I drag my lips along his jaw and down his neck. “Miles isn’t going anywhere, and you? I’m going to make you come all over my hand, with my name on your lips. And then I’m going to make you lick it off and clean me up.”
Hunter’s breath hitches. This time when I slide my hand into his pants to pull out his cock, he doesn’t stop me.
I wrap my hand around his thick, hard length and give it a slow jerk. Our eyes meet, automatically searching for one another. Electricity arcs between us, just like it did the very first moment I laid eyes on him. I was wrong not to treat him like a precious jewel from the moment we met. For real. He was never the pawn I made him.
I love the way his cock looks beneath my palm moving up and down his shaft. Mouthwatering. Earth-shattering. The thick plain platinum band on my thumb glides easily over him, but he’ll feel every horizontal groove of the ring on my middle finger. The white centre stone and black-onyx accent stone stand out, and I twist my wrist to make sure he gets the full effect.
As much as I enjoy watching myself exploring the length of him, I love more the expression on his face. This is when he lets go, when those guarded walls crash down around him, and he has no defences against me. Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, mouth open with small, hitched gasps while I work him over.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur, voice husky. His eyes darken at every word. “So eager and ready for me. You love this, don’t you?”
He doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes darken at every word tells me he’s not immune to any of it. I speed up, and he clutches at my forearm on a shuddered breath, nails digging into my suit jacket, wrinkling it.
Squeezing around him and adding pressure, I kiss his chin before licking his bottom lip, tasting those sweet sounds. “You’re trembling for me, leaking for me.” To prove the point, I thumb his head, spreading the thick precum over his silky skin. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you love it. How much you need it.”
His uneven breathing ghosts over me. “I—I need—Xavier, please.”
I lick the corner of his mouth. “Hearing you beg for me is a dream, Hunter, but it’s not what I asked for. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you whatyouwant.”
His head turns, open mouth hot and wet against my cheek. “I love it,” he whispers hoarsely. “I need it. Make me come.”
Like music to my ears. Our mouths meet in a hungry clash of teeth and tongues. He moans, leaning hard into me, the movements of his tongue urgent and erratic. His hips snap forward, fucking himself into my hand.
The way he’s greedily soaking up every bit of my attention is my oxygen. It would be so easy to finish him now and send him over the edge. But I’m not quite done yet, and I enjoy making him wait for it.
