Hunter King is going to break my heart…and I’m going to let him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Hunter
Ishould returnthe favor after Lucas’s incredible blowjob—I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one night—but the past week comes crashing down on me, all the emotions of the first time with him, walking out, being miserable all week…missing him. That’s what I was doing, wasn’t it? I’d been missing Lucas. Then the game, realizing I wanted to talk to him about the game, coming here, deciding to keep doing whatever the fuck we’re doing. It’s a lot, and I’m not sure how to process it.
“I’m tired,” I admit.
Does he want me to go home? DoIwant to go home? Everything feels upside down and confusing with Lucas, while at the same time, it’s so easy.
“Go to sleep, then,” Lucas says, as if that’s obvious.
“I could go if you want.”
“Stay, Hunt.” He peels himself from me, but I wrap my arms and legs around him like a barnacle.
“Don’t go.”
“Just taking a quick piss and turning out the lights. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I let him up, wishing I didn’t have to. He’ll be gone for only a couple of minutes. It’s not normal to feel this clingy, is it? But then, he’s not a random guy I’m fucking.This is…Lucas and me. How is there aLucas and me? Before the guilt can swoop in, I shut that thought down. I refuse to focus on that anymore. I won’t let myself.
I watch him walk into the bathroom, his tight ass on display. I want to ask him about his tattoos. Do they mean anything? I don’t have any myself and have no idea what I would even get. I’d probably look ridiculous with them, like I’m trying to be someone or something I’m not, but they fit Lucas.
He finishes in the bathroom, then turns out the lights and comes to bed. The lights from the city shine through his windows, so I can still see his body, andGod, he really is fucking beautiful. Slender, that sexy V at his hips, all that ink…
He pulls the blankets over us. “What time do you have to be at practice in the morning?”
Shit. I would have gone straight to sleep without setting an alarm. That’s not like me at all. “Ten.”
“I’ll make sure you’re up.” He grabs his phone and sets the alarm. “Recovery day tomorrow, right?”
I smile at how he knows the schedule, even though he swears football isn’t his thing. “Yeah. Film review. I’ll probably see the trainer and get a massage, and we might do some light lifting.”
Lucas nods, lying beside me but not touching me. Without letting myself contemplate it, I grab him, pulling him to me. I roll to face away from him, wanting to be held, and he immediately understands, molding our bodies together, wrapping an arm around me.
“Good night, Lucas.”
“Night, Hunter.”
And more easily than I have in a long time, I drift off to sleep.
*
The morning isn’tawkward. We shower together, and I give Lucas a handjob since I didn’t make him come a second time the night before. Then I put on the clothes from last night.
“I’ll call you later.” Am I supposed to call him? Are we going to randomly hook up or hang out, or is this something more? Lucas isn’t my boyfriend, maybe I won’t ever have another boyfriend again, but it’s not a casual fuck either.
“Okay. I have a shoot today, so I might be late tonight. Depends on how it goes.”
“Sure.” I shove my hands into my pockets. I’m not used to this. I had a best friend who became my boyfriend. Then it was only him until he died, and from there it’s just been people who wanted to fuck. “You can come over to my place after if you want. If you’re busy, you don’t have to, but—”
“You make me come my brains out. If you invite me, I’m coming,” Lucas says, making me chuckle.
“Using me for my mad orgasm skills,” I tease.
“Obviously.” Lucas smirks, and I can’t help but step closer, wanting to taste it.
