Someone's fingers slid through my hair from behind, stopping me, then Cassie moved in, pressing her tits into my side.
"Hey, stranger, haven't seen you around in a while."
I gently moved her back a step. Cassie and I had been hooking up off and on since I got out. Nothing more than that. Still, I felt shitty for leaving her dangling. The last few weeks with Lulu and Josh, I'd only had one woman on my mind. Shit, since I first laid eyes on Lulu, it had only been her.
I didn't beat around the bush; there was no reason to tread lightly. There were no deep feelings between us. We weren't in a relationship, never had been. "Sorry, Cassie. What we had going on, it's finished."
Her soft brown eyes lost some of their light. "Oh, okay." She bit her lip, tilted her head to our table at the back of the club. "You're seeing someone?"
Not her business, still I felt I owed her some honesty. "Yeah."
"You're not going to mess around on her?"
"No." Never. I didn't want anyone else, never would.
She backed up. "Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind." Then she gave me a little wave, turned, and walked away.
I headed back to the table. A few minutes later, fresh beers were was put in front of Van and me. The waitress smiled at my brother and tried to climb on his lap. He grinned at her, but shook his head, politely declining. I knew he did it because Lulu was there. I smirked at Van, enjoying his scowl, and took a deep pull of my beer. It'd been a while since we hung with Raul. This felt good, more than good, sitting here with Lulu, with my family.
Lulu took my hand under the table, twining our fingers together. My chest tightened, like it always did when she did sweet stuff like that. She was starting to open up more. I finally felt like she was letting me in.
I pulled her into my side. Sometimes it felt like I couldn't get her close enough. I craved her constantly. She was like a fucking drug, and I couldn't get enough of her. Now more than ever, we needed this closeness. After what she'd been through, we both needed it. It'd taken all my control to lock it down when she'd frozen up on me last night.
Pierce would pay for what he'd done. I'd make sure of it. Like fuck would he win.
We'd get through this, together. I was getting my Lulu back, little by little. And I wouldn't stop, wouldn't back off, not until I had all of her again.
Whatever it took.
Lulu
Hunter had filled me in on what Raul had on Pierce on the way home from the club. Pierce was taking a huge risk staying in New York, and it solidified my belief that he'd completely lost his mind.
It had been good to see Raul again after all these years. I liked him a lot, and you couldn't miss the affection he had for Hunter. I loved seeing it, seeing them together, the way they interacted.
Hunter unlocked the door. We walked in to find Ruby and Neco, who had been babysitting josh, arguing.
Ruby snatched up her bag as soon as she saw us. "I'll call you tomorrow," she said to me, and then her eyes went to Hunter. "Next time, send a different bodyguard. This one's an asshole." Then she stormed out.
Neco stared after her, jaw ticking.
Okaaaay.
"I'm going to check on Josh," I said to Hunter and left him to fill in Neco on what we'd found out tonight.
I climbed into bed a short time later. The guys were still talking in the living room. I tried to wait up, but I was wiped.
I'm not sure how long I slept, but I woke to gentle hands and rough skin smoothing over my hip.
Hunter's scent surrounded me, the soap he always used. His body was plastered to my back, skin still damp from the shower. Some women would probably think I was weird, but I was a little disappointed. I liked the smell of clean sweat on his skin. Don't get me wrong, I liked this as well. A lot. So much so, I instantly started to heat up.
"Hey," I whispered into the darkness.
"Hey, baby."
I shivered at the rough, needy way he said it. Those words, said like that, told me just how much he wanted me. That and the impressive erection digging into my ass. I rolled to face him, the deep ache between my legs already intense from just his hand on my hip, his ragged voice.
"You fill Neco in?"
The room was dark, but moonlight filtered through the window. I could see his eyes glittering. He shook his head.
"Don't wanna talk about that."
"No?"
"No."
His hand went to my ass and he squeezed and massaged, making me gasp.
"You wanna go back to sleep?" he asked.
"No." God, no.
He tugged on the elastic at the top of my panties. "Off."
I shimmied them down my thighs, kicking them aside, and his hand drifted back over my hip and down between my legs. My knees instantly fell open, my body seeking more before my mind even realized what I was doing. He made a rough sound of approval, and then curled his middle finger, sliding it up and back along my slit before going deeper through my already slick lips.
I started panting, sliding my hand up his bicep. "But what could we do to occupy ourselves?"
He pushed a finger inside me, pumped it in and out slowly. I moaned helplessly.
"I got a few ideas," he rasped then pushed in a second finger, stretching me wider. "How about I tell you what I want?"
"T-that'd be good."
He chuckled, the sound dark and dirty. I shivered again, tingles lifting goose bumps on my overheated skin.
"After I make you come with my fingers, you're going to suck my cock."
That caused another delicious shiver. I'd wanted to suck that beautiful cock for the last couple of weeks.
"You like that idea, do you?"
"Yes." I reached down, grazing his rock-hard abs, searching for my prize. He was hot and incredibly hard. My mouth watered for a taste of him. I wrapped my fingers around his silky length and squeezed, sliding my fist down to the root and back, wringing a groan from him.
"You used to like it when I fucked your mouth, when I fisted your hair and pushed my cock nice and deep."
"Yes," I spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He took advantage and pushed deeper. I was close to coming, extremely close.
"I can hear how much you want it, how wet you are every time I push my fingers inside you." He thrust his hips forward, forcing me to tighten my grip around his cock. "Fuck, you're desperate for it. Desperate to come, desperate for my cock."
"Y-yes." I undulated my hips, the wet sounds he'd pointed out all I could hear, mingled with our panted breaths. And those sounds just turned me on more. "Please."
He curled his fingers inside and moved faster, keeping his thrusts deep, not pulling all the way out like he had been. It was perfect. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, moving my hips desperately, but he held me still, controlled my movements. Only allowing me to take what he chose to give me.
"Is this okay?" he rasped. "Me holding you like this?"
I used to love it, loved Hunter dominating me this way. I used to beg for it. I realized, stunned, that I still loved it. I didn't feel panic rising, or fear, because this was different, and my brain-my heart-knew it. This was Hunter. "Yes," I said on a gasp.
Then I opened my mouth and screamed a second later, coming hard around his thrusting fingers.
I'd barely recovered when I was lifted out of bed. Hunter stood me in front of him. He pulled off the shirt I was wearing, then sat on the edge, heavy thighs splayed, thick cock jutting from his body. My skin felt tight, hot. It should be impossible, but I was still so turned on. As desperate as he said I was.
"Knees, Lulu." He wrapped his fist around his cock and started stroking.
I did what he asked, instantly. Right then, I'd never wanted anything more. His fingers were still fisting his length, so I leaned in and swiped my tongue across the broad head. He let go, resting his hands behind him on the mattress, looking down his body at me. He was too big for me to take all of him, so I wrapped my fingers around the wide base and jacked that perfect dick while I opened my lips around the fat head and sucked him in as deep as I could. No teasing, no drawing it out. I wanted what he said, all of it.
One of his hands pulled my hair away from my face, fisting it at the back of my head so he could control my movements, so he could watch my mouth as I sucked him.
He hissed. "So fucking good."
I devoured him like he was my last meal. I fucked him with my mouth until my jaw ached, sucking hard, using my tongue against the underside on every down stroke. His thigh muscles bunched and flexed under my hand when I increased my speed, pre-come leaking constantly into my mouth now. He was close. I wanted to make him come like this, wanted to swallow every drop, but he pulled me back suddenly.
Chest heaving, he stood, pulling me to my feet and backed me against the wall. His eyes locked on mine, silently asking if I was still with him, if this was okay. I nodded.