Shattered King(42)

His mouth crashed down on mine, tongue delving deep, demanding my  submission. I fully trusted him with my body, knew he'd never do  anything I didn't like. That all I had to do was say the word and he'd  stop. So, I gave it to him freely. I wanted whatever he wanted to give  me. My thighs were slick with the proof of how much.

He broke the kiss, held my gaze. "You okay on your hands and knees? I wanna fuck you from behind."

Said knees went a little wobbly. "Yes."

"On the bed, knees at the edge."

I raced to do what he asked, crawling onto the mattress.

"Spread wider, show me how wet you are."

My knees shimmied farther apart, giving him what he wanted.

"Fuck." He moved up behind me and my heart pounded harder, not with  panic, but anticipation. "I want to taste you so bad, but that mouth got  me so close to the edge, I can't hold out that long." His hands came  down on my ass, squeezing. "All I can think about is sliding my cock  inside that tight little pussy."

His dirty words had every nerve ending in my body igniting, the ache  between my legs intensifying until the emptiness there was painful.  "God, now, please."

One hand came down on my shoulder, the other, my hip. "You good, Lulu?"

"Yes." I equally loved and hated his concern for me. "Please, just . . . fuck me," I whimpered.

Hunter cursed, fingers digging into my flesh. He slammed inside me. He  fucked me hard and fast. And deep. So damn deep. His grunts, when he  thrust home, turned me on more. His tight grip made me feel wanted,  desired, like it always used to.

He moved the hand on my shoulder down and around between my legs,  pressing on my clit, massaging. His thrusts became erratic, harder, more  out of control. My orgasm slammed into me without warning, and my arms  collapsed beneath me. I pressed my face into the mattress and screamed  into it.

Hunter held my ass in the air and fucked me through it until a minute  later he stiffened, planted to the root, and shot hot and hard inside  me. When he finished and pulled out, I collapsed on the bed in a sweaty  heap. Hunter lifted me, positioning me so my head was on the pillow  before he left the room. When he returned he had a washcloth, and like  last time, he cleaned me, threw it in the hamper, and then climbed in  beside me, tucking me in close.

He pulled the covers up and kissed my neck. Sliding an arm around my  waist like he had the night before, this time with his hand on my belly,  in that same possessive way, he surrounded me.

My heart did a happy flutter.

Smoothing my hair away from my face, he kissed me again and settled in. "Night, babe."         

     



 

"Night."

I was asleep a few minutes later.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Lulu

The bed was empty when I woke, warm buttery light coming from beneath the curtains. I checked my phone. It was still early.

Reaching out, I felt Hunter's side. It was still warm under my hand. I  indulged the happy flutter in my belly. It felt weird, not squashing  those feelings, allowing the happy to build and expand inside me. I  could get used to it.

I wanted to get used to it.

I lay there a while, waiting for Hunter to come back, a stupid smile on  my face. When some time passed, and he didn't, I threw back the covers,  tagged one of his T-shirts out of the hamper, and pulled it on.

Last night had been amazing, though there was one thing playing on my  mind. When I went to the bathroom at Raul's club, one of the girls had  come in after me. She'd struck up conversation, had asked me a ton of  questions. I assumed she was just being polite, but now I wasn't so  sure, something felt off.

I shoved it from my mind and checked on Josh. He was curled up under the  covers, cheeks flushed from sleep, and didn't look like he planned on  waking for a while yet.

The shower was running when I walked past the bathroom. I stopped, bit  the inside of my cheek, then backed up and pushed the door open before I  knew what I was doing. Shutting it behind me, I moved in a little ways  and leaned against the wall.

Hunter was rinsing off, his beautiful naked body all wet and delicious.  He turned to me, brow raised in question when I didn't say anything.

The water switched off, and he opened the door. "What's up?"

I crossed my arms. Trying to stop the words building in my chest from  breaking free. I failed. "Do you know a dancer at Raul's club, Cassie I  think her name was?"

His brows shot up. "Yeah. Why?"

Shit. Why was I even bringing this up? I knew Hunter would never fuck  around. That wasn't Hunter, but . . . well . . . it was niggling at me.  "I noticed that she looked at you a lot last night."

He studied me. "What are you asking me, Lulu?"

"She followed me into the bathroom, asked me a lot of questions . . . it was just . . . weird, I guess."

He scowled. "What kind of questions?"

I shrugged. "Nothing much really. Just if we were seeing each other, if it was serious, where I was from, that kind of thing."

His eyes darkened. He looked annoyed.

I cleared my throat, forcing my next words past my lips. "So is she an  ex or something?" Saying that while trying to pretend I was all cool  about it wasn't easy. Because I wasn't. The idea of another woman  touching him made me want to scratch her eyes out.

He shook his head. "No." He took a small step closer, expression  softening and I knew I wouldn't like what he said next. "But we hooked  up a few times. She approached me last night at the bar." He frowned. "I  told her about you. Sounds like she already had the answers to her  questions, ones that weren't any of her damn business."

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but my lips twisted all on their  own. "You were dating her, and you only broke up with her last night?"

"Fuck no, and there was nothing to break up." He thrust his fingers  through his wet hair. "We were not a couple. We fucked, that's it."

This did not make me feel better. "When was the last time you hooked up?"

He was starting to look kind of pissy. "I haven't been with Cassie since the night before I snatched you outside the hospital."

"Hmm." This was too much information. I really didn't want to know this.  Why the hell had I come in here demanding he spill his guts like that?

"She shouldn't have said a damn thing to you. She sure as fuck shouldn't have been questioning you."

I knew exactly why she'd questioned me, why she'd tried one last time at the bar as well. Hunter King was a hard man to give up.

"You have no reason to be jealous, babe."

"Jealous! You're nuts." I snorted. "I'm not jealous." I was so jealous.  Kermit the Frog-green, jealous. I knew I had no reason to be. No one  could touch what we had, not now, not ever again. I just didn't want  that image in my head.

He chuckled and moved in, crowding me with his glorious naked body. "I'm  not gonna lie to you. When I got out of prison, I fucked around. I went  without pussy for a long time. You were lost to me, so I worked at  making up for it." He brushed my hair back at the side of my face. "But  you've got nothing to worry about, Lulu."

"Oh I know that." I plastered a smile on my face. "Because if you ever  came home and I got even a whiff of another woman, I'd skewer your manly  parts and serve them up for your dinner."         

     



 

He grinned wider.

"Why are you smiling?" I demanded, pissed off he wasn't clutching his junk in terror.

"You just said this place was home."

I had. I ducked under his arm, ignoring that panty melting smile, and pulled open the door. "I'm going to make coffee."

He slapped my ass. "Make mine a big one."

I narrowed my eyes, and walked out, his deep, raspy chuckles following me all the way.

Dammit. Even when he was being an arrogant jackass, he was sexy as hell.

I was pouring myself a second mug when he finally walked into the living room.

"You should've gone back to bed," he said as he strode in.

I turned to face him. Even though I'd seen him only a short time ago, my  mouth went dry. He was an extremely good-looking guy; hell, to me no  one else would ever measure up. He was beautiful, in an entirely rough,  masculine way. But this morning, he was off the scale. He wasn't wearing  his usual faded black jeans and tee. No, today he was wearing a suit.  Black and tailored to fit his body to perfection. The shirt underneath  was black as well, and open at the collar. He wore his usual black  boots, which made the whole look edgy and sexy. Not to mention the ink  on his hands and neck. The way he looked made a girl want to peel that  suit off just to discover where the ink stopped.

Of course, I had intimate knowledge of what he hid underneath, and I wanted another taste.

I knew my mouth was hanging open when he grinned.

"What are you wearing?"

"Suit."

I scowled at him and his grin widened. "Why are you wearing a suit?"

"Van and I have a meeting with a new client. I'll have to leave you here today."