The first brush of his lips against my skin has me sucking in a deep breath. I lick my lips and watch him begin kissing his way up my body.
“So beautiful,” he coos meaningfully.
My breath catches in the back of my throat as I feel him nudge against my entrance. A bout of fear manages to breach the surface, and for a second, the trembling in my body is fear and not arousal.
He rubs his lips over mine when he feels me clam up, whispering, "I won't hurt you, baby." Then ever so slowly, he presses inside.
I choke on a gasp, grabbing his bicep and digging my claws as a kaleidoscope of sensations run through me. It's wonderful; fulfilling to have this intimacy with Hunter, when for so long, I've felt like I was lost and left wondering.
A grunt falls free from his lips, his eyes rolling back into his head. His pace never quickens, nor does it slow. It's like he's reminiscing in the feeling of being together again.
Nothing has ever felt like this before. The feeling of him inside me makes my sex quiver. A deep, gravelly moan slips free from his lips as his entire body shudders from pleasure.
“Fuck,” he forces through gritted teeth, pushing the rest of the way inside. “So hot. So wet.” He leans toward me, my arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him, clutching him tighter. “So right,” he breathes against my lips.
I rock against him as he punishes me with greedy pumps, my whimpers and moans egging him on. I watch Hunter’s face screw up with pleasure as he pumps into me faster and faster, studying the way my body surrenders to his onslaught of pleasure.
“Harloe, by God, tell me you’re close,” he rumbles out, his long, leisurely thrusts beginning to turn erratic and hurried. I feel the tremors of my first climax slither up my spine, thinking about how close to the edge of losing it Hunter is. It's heady, knowing I'm doing this to him, even with the way I look now.
My legs wrap around his ass, heels digging in as I force him harder into me. I grab my breast, playing with my nipple. His eyes catch the movement, and a hungry look crosses his features. A growl rumbles in his chest, and the sight of his tongue darting out to lick his lips causes my core to clench around his thick dick.
He shifts ever so slightly, putting all his weight on one hand. His calloused finger finds my clit. The first touch feels like an electric fence touching my skin. Little jolts of pleasure zing through my body, forcing my back off the bed and into his sweat-dampened chest.
Making fast strokes, he sets into a rhythm as magnificent as his thrusting. I match the punishing rhythm of his thrusting, heat shooting through my body. It burns me to my very soul, bonding me to him. Our bodies slide together perfectly, gliding easily from the thin sheen of sweat.
“Just a little ... I’m almost there. Harder, Hunter. Fuck me harder!"
A primal sound of approval rumbles in his chest. Grabbing my legs, he unwinds them. Before I can process what's happening, he flips me over, smacking my ass as he plunges back inside. I shrilly cry into my pillows, grabbing my blanket. His force and change of angle cause him to go deeper than before.
“Give it up, Lo,” he growls, and then a bloom of pain spreads along my cheek as he slaps my ass.
The pinch of pain makes heat spread faster, and the tiny tingle turns into a blazing need, so chaotic, I push back against him, wanting it harder and faster. The only sounds in the room are the gasping grunts and slapping of our skin.
"Mm, I’m so close,” I pant.
“Come on, baby," he sounds pleading, pained. "Milk this fat cock.” He grips my hips harder, groaning as I begin clenching and unclenching his dick like a vice. “Yeah, that’s right. Let that greedy pussy come all over me,”
His dirty words set me off. My back arches, and I cry out into the night. Fireworks flash behind my closed eyelids as spasms overtake my body. My climax barrels through me, the waves causing my pussy to milk him like they've never done before.
“H-Hunt!”
“Fuck … yes,” he growls, thrusting hard once, and then twice, grunting and groaning from the feel of my walls caressing his dick. “That’s what I like to hear.”
His hips pump harder, his fingers clenching around my hips to the point of pain as he chases his own release. I feel him swell inside me, stretching me moments before he growls out his release, shuddering his hips against my ass.
After a few moments, Hunter lies down beside me, still trying to catch his breath. I smile, despite the throb between my legs. That was more than I could have ever hoped for. The way he took me, loved me, and made me feel like I was the only woman to him.
Our past may be littered with scars and pain, but that doesn't mean our future will be. And I can either risk it all, and gain so much in the end, or continue to be scared of what lies ahead.
Of course, we're not to a point yet to be talking about rings. Lord, no. That's way, way, way out of our league. But being together, like this ... well, I'm not as opposed to the idea as I used to be. Hunter has changed. I see it a little every day. It's so different from the version I met when I came back to Golden Oak, and I can't say I'm not blissfully happy about that.
It feels like everything is falling into place.
Pulling me against his chest, I sigh contentedly as he runs his fingers through my hair. He pulls it away from my heated skin and caresses me like I'm an angel and not a disgusting creature who needs a serious shower.
The sound of our breathing and the rampant beat of his heart against my ear are the only sounds I hear until he speaks. "Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me? Can I do anything to show you I'm no longer that guy anymore, that there is a future wi-with us?"
I smile, tears pricking my eyes. "Just hold me."
I snuggle into his side, and he presses a kiss against the side of my head. "I'll never let you go again. I mean it, Lo. You’re stuck with me."
I smile into the darkness. “I kinda like the sound of that.”
For years, I always knew staying away from Hunter wouldn’t be an option. Even through all the pain and heartache we’ve endured, we managed to pull through and come out on the other end. Maybe not perfect, and definitely a little more broken, but we’re together. And I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.
All I know is … we’ll get through it together.
Because of Hunter Prince? He always gets what he wants, and this time … I’m selfish enough to take what I want, too.
EPILOGUE
Six Months Later …
“The Eagles have won three to one!” Our division championship announcer blares through the speakers. “They’ve done it, y’all! The Eagles won three to one!”
My jaw still hangs open after the last pitch, watching as the crowd rages on all around us. This was the last game the Eagles had before we’re set to go to Omaha at the end of May for the Division I Championship. A lot of people bet against us, and I bet they’re kicking themselves in the ass now.
My teammates bombard me, back-slapping and whooping our victory into the balmy night air. All their heads are thrown back, happiness radiating through every pore, as they celebrate our victory.
And the best part about this? My woman and son are sitting in the stands, hysterically cheering for their teams. For me.
After Easton told me that he let it slip at the cookout what I had done, I confessed it to Harloe. I’ve always been taught that men throw away childish things when they grow up. So, when I found out about Maverick, it didn’t take me a second thought to put baseball behind me. I still trained with the team, of course, but I had no intention of picking up another ball.
Until Harloe. The woman is a force to be reckoned with, and when I told her what I’d done, she nearly had a conniption fit. It’s because of her, and how she told me that it would mean a lot to Maverick, that I decided to pick it back up. Thankfully, I’d still been training. Coach, although kind of prickly, knew I’d be an asset and allowed me back onto the team. I trained harder and proved to myself, Harloe, Maverick, and to everyo
ne else that I was through playing childish games—no pun intended.
I have her to thank for all of it.
While some men may say, “I’d never have made it without so and so”—well, I mean it. Harloe gave me a reason to live, to breathe, to actually enjoy life. The reason for living far outweighed the reason for existing.
I stand, proud, watching my two favorite people cheer and shout as they stand sandwiched between my family. My eyes drift from my dad, seeing his beaming—to my mom, watching as she dries her eyes and bounces an exuberant Maverick in her arms, then to Emmerson, and I bark out a laugh when I see him flipping me off with a smile on his face. And it ends with Owen.
It took a lot for us to get to where we are, which isn’t much better than where we were before Thanksgiving. But when it all came out about Cassandra and her scheming ways, he finally got up enough courage to tell everything. He even went to the local cops and told them everything that happened, not wanting to keep the secret anymore.
Even being peeved, I can’t say I wasn’t proud of him. He changed, and while it’ll be tough and I’ll need a lot of coaxing from Harloe, the future for us as brothers is looking pretty all right.
Unfortunately, not for Cassandra, though. Just as soon as everyone got wind of what she’d done, the girl went completely off the deep end. Her friends dropped her, and everyone else started treating her and her family as lepers. If I were a better man, I’d have … No, I wouldn’t have done a damn thing. That bitch deserves everything she gets, and I hope wherever she’s run off to that she gets it.
The only thing I’m glad about is that she’s no longer here to screw shit up for me and make my life a living hell.
Now that my future is pretty much set in stone—if the rock on my girl’s finger has anything to say about it—I’ll not have anyone harming our chance at a future, because I plan on making that girl my wife.
Sooner, rather than later.
Pushing my way through the guys, I make my way toward the dugout. Instead of going inside, I grab the top and hoist myself on top of it. I come face-to-face with my lover, my fighter, the woman who makes me a better man just for sticking by my side.
“Are you ready to go home?” she asks, smiling with a hint of mischievousness in her eyes.
“Home,” I whisper, licking my lips and pulling her toward me for a kiss. “You’re my home, baby. Wherever you are, I’ll be following right behind you.”
She kisses me full on, uncaring if anyone sees. That’s how she is … my woman. She’s unabashed in her desire to always be touching or kissing me. I can’t say that I hate it, because I don’t. I love the feel of her being near. It’s as if all is right in the world.
By the time I get dressed and meet them outside, it’s a short ride to the house where there’s a big cookout set up to celebrate our victory. Harloe, Maverick, and I make our way inside the house. I see my dad there, looking around the interior with a calculated gleam in his eye. Knowing my luck, he’s looking into remodeling this shithole for a place Harloe and Maverick can live, too. I can’t say I’m against the idea. Having them with me all the time would be a dream come true, regardless of if I spend more time at her apartment than I do at home anymore.
Next, we see my mother, and she’s already holding her hands out for Mav. Ever since they met for the first time, they’ve been as thick as thieves. She loves doting on him, and Maverick is already eating it up. I smile when I see Harloe’s dad sidle up to my mom, picking at his little grandson in her arms. Those two have a bond that not even I do with my dad.
Harloe’s dad practically raised him while she was gone, all with the help of Duncan, who couldn’t make it to the shindig. He and Harloe still have a hard time getting along after the whole spat back in October, but to me, I owe Duncan thanks. If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been man enough to fight for my woman and push past all the bullshit and hurt. And it was—every single bit of it.
Giving Harloe a quick kiss, one that burns me to the tip of my toes, I break off and walk to the ice bucket. Grabbing a Coke, I sidle up to Zeke and his normally brooding self.
Except, this time, he’s got his eyes pinned to the new girl who came with one of my baseball buddies. She’s the normal goth type, but in a Barbie kind of way, if that makes sense? Her head is thrown back, throat constricting with laughter. She looks to be having the time of her life, all while my friend looks like he’s eaten a rotten tomato.
Flicking my eyes between them, I finally say, “Go talk to her.”
Zeke shakes his head, grunting something under his breath. He takes a drink of his pop, which is probably spiked with something, just like all his drinks seem to be nowadays.
“You’ve been eyeballing her all year, man. Bite the bullet.” I laugh as he side-eyes me with a what the fuck look?
“Nope,” he deadpans, showing no emotion whatsoever.
There’s something going on there. While Zeke may be kind of off-putting when it comes to meeting new people, he’s not an outward bastard to them. This girl? She flips all his asshole switches without even uttering a word.
She’s a special one.
“Why?”
He looks at her for a moment longer and then looks back to me. This is the first time he’s given me his whole attention when it comes to goth Barbie. Other times, it’s a half-assed comment here, and a middle finger there.
“The hatred for that one runs deep, man,” he retorts, his voice hard as steel and broaching no argument.
I shake my head slowly as I take a slug of my coke. “She’s done nothing to you that I’ve seen.”
For several moments, we’re both quiet, allowing the party to thrive around us. The guys whoop and holler, and the girls line up to dance with their guys. I watch as goth Barbie gets into Timmy, our short-stop’s arms, and slowly smiles up at him. From beside me, anger wafts off Zeke in waves, so thick and tense, I feel like every bone in my body is going to break from the pressure.
Then he turns to me and says, “We all have pasts, Hunt.” He looks so haunted as he says it. “Looks like mine finally caught up with me.”
Before I can ask what he means, he takes one look at goth Barbie and takes another gulp out of his can before tossing it. Then he’s out the back door without a backward glance, an aura of loneliness clinging to him like smoke.
I sure hope one day Zeke can feel the things I do and have the things I have. My gaze turns to find Harloe, and when I do, I see she’s still standing with my mom and cooing over our son. She sees me looking, and her smile spreads across her face as she flashes me a wink.
Yeah, everyone deserves happiness, and I’m so glad I finally have mine.
THE END …
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Belladona Cunning is a USA Today Best-Selling Author of contemporary, New Adult and YA bully romance. She lives in Kentucky with her husband,
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