"Sure. Last time, though," I say hurriedly.
Making my way to the kitchen, I feel eyes burning into the back of me, particularly around the ass area. Opening the fridge door, I grab a bottle of water to lower my temperature. I close the door and stand there, staring at the fridge as I take sip after sip.
I don't know what's gotten into me, but ever since I saw Hunter and Maverick together for the first time, I've been having these weird hot flashes that absolutely steal my breath. Hard to say what it's from, but if I had to take a guess, I would reluctantly have to say it's because I like seeing them together. I like seeing Hunter living out his role of “daddy.”
And the way he says “Mommy” ... I shiver just thinking about his gravelly voice as he calls me the endearment he helped me obtain all those years ago.
I feel him before I see him. My breathing catches in my throat, and the hand laying limp against my stomach clenches my shirt between my fingers. His nearness, even after all this time, still affects me. Like lightning streaking through the night sky, bringing it to life. He's in every vein, every muscle, every part of my being.
Bracing my hands against the fridge, my head falls forward and I close my eyes tightly to hopefully push out the effect of having him near me. Lost in my thoughts and the heat burning me from the inside out, I don't notice him closing the distance until I feel a hand settle next to mine on the appliance, and a python-like arm band around my waist.
He forces my back against his front. "You still feel it, don't you?"
I bite my lip to keep from screaming that I do. It'll do me no good to admit to something I know I can't have. Hunter and me? We're nothing. Two distance loves who just couldn't make it. The only reason we're even in this predicament right now is because we had Maverick. If it weren't for him, there would be no us.
When I don't answer, his hold tightens. I feel his scruffy chin, and his heated breaths wisping across my neck, eliciting a quiver of need. Licking my lips, I try with everything in me to push the need blooming in my core down.
It's been so long. So, so long.
"Lo, you know how I get when you don't answer me the first time I ask something."
Yeah, I remember vividly. He gets rough, wild, and asserts his dominance in a way that made me never want to challenge him. Or, in some cases, made me want to challenge him more.
"T-That was a long time ago," I stammer, my voice barely above the hum of the air conditioning.
Hunter moves me to the right, and that's when I feel it. His hardness pressing against my backside. My stomach sucks in like someone's taken all my air. My shoulders hunch as I subconsciously press my ass farther against his crotch.
A grunt escapes his lips, his fingers spanning my hip and tightening. Immediately, I try to step away, having remembered myself and where we are, but it's too late. Hunter has me in his clutches, and something tells me he's not letting me go.
I ... I kind of don't want him to let me go.
That's awful, isn't it? Lusting after a man who broke me so completely, and expecting him not to do it again? God, I'm so weak.
Soft lips press against the nape of my neck, then lightly drag upward until they reach the base of my skull. Teeth nibble, even while the arm that's holding me rises. My hands nearly claw the top door of the fridge, my water bottle falling out of my hands and its contents spilling all over the floor as I get lost in the way his hands play my body.
"Been so long," I groan breathlessly.
When his mouth sucks on the side of my neck at the same moment his large, strong hand squeezes my sensitive breasts, my legs turn to jelly. Fisting my hands against the door, I gasp and pant as he works me with expert precision. I can't stop myself from rocking against him, pulling a pleased groan from him.
Wish I had the strength to pull away from this. Wish I could even try. But it feels so good, so right.
My breath catches when his fingers find my hard nub, plucking at it through my thin shirt and bra. When that isn't enough, his hand disappears underneath my shirt, nearly rips my bra off me, and his calloused hands start working my soft, vulnerable flesh.
I gasp. "Fuck … fuck... "
Lazily, I fall into the fridge, and his giant, muscular frame follows to pin me against the unforgiving material. He continues to rock into me, growing harder, his movements coming faster. His grunts and groans whisper into my ear in the privacy of the kitchen.
"Mmm," he growls, grinding against my ass especially hard. "I want you so much."
"I thought you wanted nothing ... to do with me?" I crane my neck to the side and arch my back for him to have better access.
"Stupid," he utters, nibbling, kissing, and sucking all over the tender column of my throat. "So stupid."
The way his lips feel on my skin should be illegal. The way he knows how to manipulate my body to do his bidding shows just how royally fucked I am when it comes to Hunter Prince.
Love and hate are two vastly different emotions. However, when they're traveling from two different directions, hurriedly speeding toward one another, and crash headfirst … it's explosive, volatile, and completely, one hundred percent addictive.
Flipping me around, he bends down and grabs me by my butt cheeks, lifting me. He deposits me on the kitchen island with a growl, eyes eating up my entire body with desire. He jerks me to the edge and steps between my thighs, grinding his hard cock against my aching core.
The sound of Maverick smashing cars manages to break through the lustful haze I'm shrouded in, but not enough to make me stop.
"Hunter. Maverick."
"He's good." He attacks my lips, weaving his hand in my hair for extra control, even as his other drops to my hip and holds me steady. He continues to grind against me, and we pant and whimper and groan into each other's mouths.
Wrapping my legs around him, I undulate my hips, rubbing myself against him. His fingers tighten, but not in warning—in need. His tongue plunders my mouth, taking no prisoners as he kisses me into submission.
This is much different than that night at his house. He's not trying to ask for anything. He's taking it.
He's taking me.
I shiver against him, becoming lost and transfixed on getting as close to him as possible. His taste explodes on my taste buds, making me hungry for Spearmint and coffee. Groaning, I grab him around the neck and pushing our bodies closer.
The ache in my core tightens like a coiled spring. Like at any moment, whatever is holding it will release and watch as it soars into the sky.
"We should stop," I gasp against his lips.
He nips at mine, shaking his head. “Can’t."
I can't say anything more than that. It's been three years since anyone has even touched me with such passion, even if it's misplaced. And that's what I'm afraid of. That Hunter will realize what he's doing and stop. Or, even worse, apologize. I couldn't bear it.
Neither happens, thought. What does is his phone going off in the front pocket in his pants. I try to break the kiss, but he doesn't allow that, going deeper and harder, nearly making me stop breathing as he grinds his erection against my throbbing clit.
"Y-You better answer that," I finally get a chance to say.
He growls, retorting, "It's probably fucking Cass."