“Well, there’s a welcome sight.”
I step into the shower, his hands finding my body the second I’m within reach. He pushes me back against the cool tiles, lips slamming down on mine, a hello I’ll never tire of. He starts to kiss my ear, down my neck, while his fingers drift down the side of my body from my breast to my hip.
“Did you eat?” he asks, bringing me back to reality.
I nod.
“Good,” he murmurs. He always makes sure I’ve eaten, that I’m taking care of myself. “Now it’s my turn to eat.”
He lowers himself onto his knees, lifting my right leg up and over his shoulder.
“Fuck,” I whisper, closing my eyes as he starts to lick, tease, and suck me. My fingers thread through his thick, dark hair, tugging a little. “Hunter,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m pleading for. I want more; I want to touch him; I want my hands on him, too.
He stops to look up at me, eyes half-mast. “What do you want, babe?”
“I want to touch you,” I tell him, licking my lips.
“You can wait your turn,” he replies, lowering his face back to my pussy. He only stops when he’s made me come, my thighs trembling so much I feel like I’m going to fall to the floor. Hunter holds me up, pressing me back against the tiles, keeping me in place. After every wave of pleasure has passed, he lowers my leg, stands up and washes my body, paying attention to my breasts, getting them all soapy, playing with my nipples and driving me crazy. He turns the shower off and dries me off, then himself, before leading me to his bedroom. I sit down in the middle of his huge bed, reaching out to touch his cock as he comes closer.
“How was work?” he asks, glancing over my face and body.
“Do you really want to talk about this right now?” I ask, stroking him from bottom to tip.
His lip twitches before his face transforms into a mask of pleasure as I take him into my mouth, running my tongue along his shaft. He lets me play for a little, then takes control, kissing me deeply. He kisses my breasts, up my neck, and my lips again, his fingers finding my heat, playing with my clit, then rolling me over onto my stomach. I lift my hips up, arching my back as he slides inside of me. He thrusts in and out of me, hand moving to hold on to my nape, squeezing just the right amount. I push back against his cock, moaning, biting down on the pillow in front of me.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. “I love watching myself sliding in and out of your little pussy, Riley. It’s so fucking hot, I wish you could see it.”
The way he’s describing it, I wish I could too.
He reaches between us to play with my clit, the slow circles making me so wet I can feel the dampness down my inner thighs. My second orgasm hits me out of nowhere, the tremors taking over my entire body. Fingers digging into the mattress, I hold on for dear life as the pleasure takes over my entire being. Nothing has felt so good. Hunter comes a few strokes later, gripping onto my neck and whispering my name. He kisses down my spine when he’s finished, then pulls out and lies next to me, the only sound in the room our breathing.
“Work was good,” I say, replying to the question he asked before. “Not as good as now though.”
His deep chuckle fills me with warmth. “Good. Now come here and let me cuddle you.”
“You didn’t tell me how your day was,” I point out.
“It was okay. Definitely not as good as now. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day,” he tells me, fingers gently playing with my hair.
I can feel his eyes on the side of my face. “How long are you going to stare at me for?”
I hear the smile in his voice when he replies with “At least the next few years.”
My lip twitches as I roll over and look him in the eye. “Guess I better get used to it then, huh?”
He nods and kisses my forehead. “You definitely should.”
“Hunter?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asks, nuzzling my cheek.
“You better not have left any marks on my neck.”
His chuckle leaves me feeling a little skeptical.
chapter 30
HUNTER
“IS EVERYTHING OKAY?” RILEY asks when we’re out at dinner the next night.
“Yeah, fine,” I tell her, reaching out and taking her hand. “But there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Is everything okay?” she asks, squeezing my fingers. Our food arrives, giving me a moment to gather my thoughts. I shouldn’t be in my head right now; I’ll deal with the Jeremy thing when the time comes. I don’t want Riley to worry about it, but I know if I don’t tell her she’s going to be pissed. I want us to work, and that means being honest.
“So, Jeremy is trying to sue me for malpractice,” I tell her. She stops tracing the tattoos on my inner forearm with her index finger.
“What?” she asks, glancing up at me through her lashes. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why?”
Fuck, she is so beautiful, even when she’s angry.
Especially when she’s angry.
“Unfortunately not,” I tell her, wincing. “He’s saying I didn’t keep confidentiality and because of that he lost his divorce case. He’s not going to win, but I wanted to let you know what was going on.”
“This is my fault. I should’ve just come to you from the beginning. My stupid pride—”
“Stop right there. This is not your fault, you hear me?” I say with emphasis in my voice. She stays silent for a bit, wiping a tear from her eye.
“I’m so sorry you have to deal with this, Hunter,” she says, puffing out a breath. “Why does he have to be such an asshole? Just when I thought I’d never have to hear his name again.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want you to stress out about it; Jaxon is handling it,” I say, as she lets go of my hand and studies the food in front of her. “Regretting being spontaneous with your order?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “And trying something new isn’t being spontaneous, Hunter. It’s what normal people do.”
“Normal is overrated.” I grin, pulling my plate toward me. “You let me know how your weird ball things taste.”
“We have bigger issues than weird balls,” she grumbles, looking me in the eye. “Are you sure Jaxon can handle this?”
“Jaxon lives for this shit. Let’s not let this ruin our night, okay? It will all be handled.”
She sighs and puts one of the balls on her fork and takes a big bite. “Mmmmm, I love big balls.”
I almost choke on a fry. “How old are you again?”
“Old enough to get your attention.” She winks, finishing the macaroni-and-cheese fried balls she ordered.
“You’re a bit cute,” I say, eating another fry. “You can show me how much you love big balls after dinner.”
She laughs, chewing slowly and watching me. “Do you want a bite? They’re actually pretty damn good.”
I’m still considering when her arm stretches over the table, offering me a bite. I open my mouth and take a small bite, even though a pet peeve of mine is when someone tries to feed me like this. For her though, I pretend it’s fine. It’s actually pretty good, not that I want to admit that after all the shit I gave her.
“What do you think?” she probes.
“Not bad,” I reply, shrugging. “You going to add them to your menu?”
“I think it’s frowned upon to go around stealing people’s food ideas.”
“But not illegal.” I smirk. “And it’s not a specialty. They have those at heaps of different places.”
“Still,” she replies, shrugging. “Besides, you seem happy with the menu as it is.”
“It’s a winner for me.”
“Glad it has the pickiest eater in the world’s approval.”
“Hey,” I say, freezing. “You haven’t met a picky eater until you’ve hung out with my sister. She doesn’t drink milk, or eat certain meats like pork, lamb, or duck, but . . . she will eat bacon.”
“That makes no sense,” Riley comme
nts, shaking her head. “Why bacon but no other pork? It’s exactly the same animal.”
“I have no idea,” I say. “My mom used to cook her pork as a kid and tell her it was chicken, just so she’d eat it.”
“How is your sister?” she asks me, an odd look on her face. “I haven’t seen her since your birthday night.”
“She’s good,” I tell her. “We had lunch the other day. She asked about you, said she wanted to get to know you a little more.”
“Maybe we can all have lunch or dinner one day next week,” Riley suggests.
“Sounds good,” I tell her.
We finish up our meals, and I pay, which she complains about as usual, and then we head back to her place. Bear jumps on me as we enter, and I pat his head while Riley locks the door. Although I haven’t said anything out loud, and Bear is here, I don’t like the thought of her alone here, even though I know she’s used to it, and that she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. Maybe Riley’s right—sometimes I need to tame the caveman inside of me.
“Did you miss me, Bear?” Riley coos to her dog, patting him. “Are you hungry? You need to have your dinner.”
I follow the two of them into the kitchen and watch while she feeds him some raw chicken and dry biscuits. She turns to me and smiles. “It’s so good having him back.”
“I can see that,” I say, closing the space between us. “You look happy.”
“You make me happy,” she says, ducking her head. “And having Bear back is the icing on the cake. Got my best friend back and a sexy, tatted, bearded man by my side.”
I pull her closer. “Is that all I am to you? A pretty face? Why are you always objectifying me, Riley?” I tease, kissing the spot between her neck and her collarbone. “Will you still want me if I shave off my beard?”
I laugh at the horrified expression on her face before she masks it. “Of course I will. But your beard is so . . . Hunter.”
My lip twitches at her response. “Very eloquent.”
“I like your beard; is that a crime?” she asks, poking her tongue out at me. “I like everything about you. I like that you have tattoos hidden under your fancy suits. I like your mind, how smart you are, and also how seriously funny you are. I like when you’re playful. I like that you always know what to say. I even like that you make inappropriate jokes and rarely take anything seriously.”
Everything in me softens at her words, besides my cock, which does the opposite. “I like everything about you too, Riley,” I say, kissing her, showing her without words how much her little rant means to me. She sees me. The real me, not the one I usually show to the world. I feel like I can be myself in front of her, and I hope she feels the same way about me. Things start to get a little heated, and I lift her up on the countertop, standing between her legs, kissing her and cupping her face with my hands. She tastes like the strawberry cheesecake she had for dessert, and I can’t get enough. When I pull back and lift her in my arms, intending to carry her into her bedroom, I notice Bear staring at me.
“What’s wrong?” Riley asks, voice hot and flustered.
“I think I’m getting some dog judgment,” I whisper. “Look, he’s staring at me with narrowed eyes.”
She looks around me to see what her dog is up to. “He’s just looking at you, there’s no dog judgment. Is that even a thing?”
“Yes!” I say, sure on this topic. “Our dog at my parents’ house used to do it too. He’d give me all this dog judgment whenever I was drinking when my parents weren’t home. Now Bear is giving it to me because we’re about to fuck and he’s being weird about it.”
“I think it’s you being weird about it, Hunter,” she deadpans. “Just take me to bed, and close the door.”
“Okay,” I grumble, carrying her to her bedroom, turning on the light and closing the door. “Now, where were we?”
chapter 31
RILEY
HUNTER CLEARLY LOVES HIS sister, but I keep thinking about the drug situation at his birthday. Was that a one-off? Maybe she just takes recreational drugs when she parties, which isn’t uncommon. But what if it’s more? I shouldn’t really judge someone I don’t know, especially when she’s the sister of the man I want to be with, and especially when I’ve been there myself. I send her a message asking when she’s free to catch up, feeling a little weird because I don’t know her at all. It’s time to change that, I guess, and I know she told Hunter she wanted to get to know me more.
“What am I supposed to do if I find someone giving a guy head in the men’s bathrooms?” Preston asks me, sounding genuinely curious.
I look up from my phone. “When did this happen?” And I have no idea what to do. Kick them out? Tell them to hurry up? Awkward.
“Well, it’s happening right now,” he says, shifting on his feet. “And as a man, I feel like it’s really rude to stop whoever is in there before they come. Imagine if it was you! You’d want to come.”
“If it was me I wouldn’t be having sex in a public restroom, for one,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “And do you really want to be cleaning up cum in our toilets?”
We have a cleaner who comes in every night, but what if they make a mess? We can’t just leave it there. I usually send someone in every hour just to do a check and make sure the place is clean. I do it, too, well, for the female toilets anyway.
“I’d hope she swallows,” Preston snickers, and I sigh, praying for strength. Izaac walks past in that moment, and I grab his arm. “We have a situation. In the men’s toilets. And the two of you are going to deal with it.”
“What is it?” he asks, going straight into manager mode.
I look to Preston, who explains the situation.
“Maybe they’ve finished by now,” Izaac says, looking on the verge of laughter. “Should we put up a ‘no blow jobs’ sign?”
Callie walks over to see what all the commotion is, and I realize she’s the one I should have sent to handle this. She has no shame.
“Callie, there’s an incident going on in the male toilets,” I tell her. “What do we do?”
“This place really is like a brothel.” She giggles, grabbing a cleaning spray bottle we use to wipe down the tables. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
She storms toward the toilets.
I look to Preston, blinking slowly. “Is she going to spray them with cleaning spray?”
Callie is one crazy chick, and I’m glad she’s here. Maybe I should have made her the manager after all.
“I think so,” he muses, resting on the bar, palm on his chin. “This ought to be interesting.”
We all wait for her to return, curiosity taking over all other priorities. She opens the door and comes straight for us, her cheeks a little pink. A few seconds later, a man and a woman rush out and head straight for the exit.
“Well, I guess it worked. What did they say?” I ask, pulling her close so none of the other customers can hear.
“He asked me to join in, actually,” she says, laughing. “And I saw his dick. It was huge.”
“Did you consider it?” Preston asks, whispering excitedly. “Holy shit, you did.”
“I did not,” Callie inserts, rolling her eyes. “I sprayed him on the dick with cleaner instead, and said if his girl wanted to suck him off now, she was going to die from the chemicals. Then I walked out, and they left.”
She puts the cleaning spray away, and heads back out to continue working in the restaurant.
Preston, Izaac, and I all share a look, and then burst out laughing.
Callie: 1.
Random horny couple: 0.
“BEAR IS WATCHING US again,” Hunter whisper-yells, stopping his kisses. “I can’t work under these conditions.”
I sigh and look to the door we forgot to close, where Bear is sitting and watching us. “Bear, go to bed.”
Bear listens and heads to his bed in the living room.
“Stage fright? Don’t like an audience?” I tease, kissing his neck and trying
to stop my laughter.
“It’s weird,” he says, wincing. “I’m going to get up and close the door.”
I bury my face in my pillow and laugh, and he does just that, freaked out about my dog watching, even though both of us are still currently clothed. Sure, the clothes won’t last long, but it’s funny how freaked out he is by this. He rejoins me in bed and pulls me so I’m lying on top of him.
“Hello, beautiful,” he murmurs, hands running down my body and landing on my ass.
“Hello, handsome,” I whisper, then kiss his lips, then his neck. “You smell so good. What is that?”
“I don’t know,” he replies. “I don’t wear cologne. So I think it’s just me. Maybe it’s my beard oil.”
“You don’t? You always smell so good though.”
“Soap.”
“I’m going to buy you some cologne,” I say, sitting up, straddling him and starting to undress myself, giving him a show by trying to be extra sexy.
“Why? You just said I always smell good,” he says, then groans when I cup my own breasts and plump them together.
“Good point,” I reply, sliding down my bra straps. “I’ve always tried to pinpoint your scent, but I never could. And it’s annoying me.”
“Control freak.”
“Not in the bedroom,” I quip, throwing my bra on the floor. I squeeze my bare breasts, watching his hooded eyes as he enjoys the show.
“No, not in the bedroom,” he whispers, sitting up and bringing his lips to one nipple, sucking and licking, and then the other.
“Mmmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes and allowing him to play. My nipples are so sensitive, and I love when he licks them just like that. I can feel how wet I’m getting, and I know it won’t be long before he’s inside of me. How did I keep my hands off him for all that time? He rolls me onto my back, pulls down my skirt and my white silk panties, and then his mouth is on me. He loves going down on me; he says it turns him on too, which really is a win-win. I don’t know how I got so lucky, or why this man chose me, but I’m glad he did.
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