Finally, the kids start piling into the house and getting ready for sleep. Charlie runs up to me followed by a brown-haired girl who is seemingly waiting for her. “Momma! Can I sleep in the kid’s room tonight?”
I raise my brow and look over at Hunter. “Is there room for her?”
He nods. “It is at the other end of the house. They have an entire wing to themselves filled with beds and toys for all of them.”
I bite my lip, and he sees my hesitation. “Would you like to see it?” Hunter asks, rising from his chair.
I nod. “Please.”
We make our way inside and go through the living room and take a left. Laughter booms from the other side of the door at the end of the hallway, and I can’t help but smile.
Hunter opens up the door and lets us walk in first. The room has multiple bunk beds along the back wall and an entire play area to the right. Children ranging from babies to six or seven run around the room, playing various things.
Sam stands by one of the cribs with a baby in her arms. “Simmer down, children. It is almost time for bed,” she hollers at them.
Then she spots us and smiles. “Hey, guys. You going to let little Charlie come hang out in here tonight? The girls have been begging for her to stay with us since she got here” she laughs. “I am on duty with the kids tonight so she will be perfectly safe!”
I look over at Hunter and then at Charlie, who is standing next to me in anticipation. How am I supposed to say no to a face that looks like that?
I lean down and cup her cheek. “Are you sure that is what you want?”
She nods frantically and looks over her shoulder at her friend. She holds out her hand to her new friend and says, “Come on! Let’s go!” and they both race to the other side of the room.
Hunter chuckles from the doorway. “Looks like they are excited to go to bed.”
“More like excited to have a sleepover. Charlie has never had a sleepover before so this is her first one.”
He gives me a sad look and I can’t stand it so I look away. “Are you ready to go wash up from the day and get to bed?” he asks.
I tilt my head, studying him. “I do need a shower, but what will you be doing in the meantime?”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, the sound easing some of the tension between us.“I will take a shower in the hallway bathroom. Don’t worry.”
Bite back a smile and follow him out the door. “Okay.”
An hour later, I am washed and dried and my teeth are brushed. I checked in on Charlie to make sure she was ready for bed, andshe was already fast asleep. I guess the fun from the day really tired her out.
I creep back down the hall toward Hunter’s bedroom and nearly bang right into him when he opens the guest bathroom door in the hall. “Woah,” he says, stopping me from colliding with his rock-hard body.
I blush and look at the floor. The way the water drops are glistening off his chest is making me salivate, and that is embarrassing. “I’m so sorry.”
He chuckles and starts walking down the hall; his wet feet make sloppy footprints each step he takes. Someone is going to slip and fall from those. I follow behind him until we are both inside his room and expect him to go to the bathroom to get changed. But he drops his towel as soon as the door clicks behind me and puts on a pair of underwear.
I saw it all. The way his cock hung low, and the head was pierced. It even looked like something was tattooed along the side of it. I am caught in the act of still looking at his crotch when he clears his throat and crosses his arms in front of him. “Do you want me to take it out again?”
I shake my head and take a step back. “No! I… I’m sorry, it just caught me off guard.” Feeling him through his pants on the side of the road is a little different then seeing it out in the open. And that piercing looks intimidating as hell.
Chapter 41
Hunter
I want to tease her more. I want to watch her squirm under my gaze. But I also want her to willingly drop to her knees for me, and for that to happen, I have to play it cool. I know she saw all I had to offer. That was my intent.
I beckon her to me with a curl of my finger, and she willingly comes closer. Her mouth is slightly parted as I stick my finger under her chin and force her to stare directly into my eyes.
“Why do you look at the ground like you should be ashamed of what you want?” I lean in closer to her and her breath hitches. “Incase you missed the memo, I want you—desperately. Like a dying man wants the last drop of water. I have wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you. Every thought I have had after that fateful day has been consumed by what you would feel like beneath me and I intend on making that happen tonight.”
Her lips part and her breath catches. She is quiet as I trail my fingers along her chin.
