Shattered King(49)

I remembered what Hunter said on the phone. "What are they going to do?"

"Pierce's body was found in Tomas's territory. After Neco checked out the body and identified the ring, Tomas disposed of it."

"No police?"

Hunter shook his head. "Tomas doesn't want the cops sniffing around. He  cleans his own house. If Neco had tried to call them in, shit would have  gotten ugly."

I lay my head on his chest. I understood how it worked. I didn't like it, but I understood.

His hand smoothed over my hip, digging into my waist, holding me close. "You okay?"

I nodded and lifted my head, heart banging like crazy. "So we're finally safe?"

He threaded his fingers in my hair at my nape, making me lift my head to look at him. "Yeah, babe."

"No more bodyguard twenty-four hours a day?"

He shook his head.

"So, we can just . . . be us, a normal couple?"

"We can be a normal couple."

I smiled so wide my cheeks ached. The weight that I'd been carrying  around, the fear, lifted, and I felt . . . lighter. I stared down at  him. "So you can take me out on dates and stuff?"

"Dates?" His lips tilted up and he sounded amused.

I loved that sound in his voice. "Yes, dates."

"Babe, we live together."

"So?"

"So dates are for guys trying to get a woman in their bed. I've already got you here."

I scowled at him. "You did not just say that."

"I don't need to do the spade work." He slapped my butt. "This ass is already mine."

I gave him a shove. "You jerk!" I tried to get up, halfheartedly, but he  yanked me in close and rolled me to my back. His body covered me, thigh  shoved between my legs. I slapped his shoulders, and then I heard it,  felt it. He was laughing. I narrowed my eyes, faking outrage, when I  felt anything but. In fact, I was damn near giddy, and I could see  Hunter was right there with me. He was relieved; we both were. Pierce  was out of our lives in a way that was permanent. We were finally safe.  "What's so damn funny?" I said, keeping up my front.

"I love getting you all riled up. You're cute when you're pissed."

"Cute?" I squawked.

He grinned down at me, eyes glittering. "You want me to take you out? I'll take you out."

It had been so long since he'd cracked a joke or even teased me. I loved it. "You're damn right I want you to take me out."

He grinned some more. "I'll see if Van can look after Josh tonight."

I smiled and slid my arms up around his neck. "Will you wear one of your sexy suits for me?"

"If wearing a suit turns you on, gets you hot enough you'll let me fuck you any way I want when I get home? I'll wear a suit."

I spread my legs wider and his hard cock settled against me. Skin on  skin. It was probably wrong that I was getting turned on in that moment,  but I didn't care. I wanted to celebrate a future free of fear, my  future with the man I loved. "You can fuck me any way you want when we  get home," I agreed.

His nostrils flared. "Yeah?"

His voice was all rough and sexy.

"Yeah."

He slid his hips against mine. It felt good, so good I arched into the mattress, letting out a low moan.

His hands fisted the T-shirt I wore and he dragged it up and off,  flinging it aside. He came back down, gaze locked on me. "Legs around my  waist."

I did as he asked. He brushed his mouth across mine, his stubble grazing  my skin, making me shiver. I grabbed his ass and urged him on. He  didn't make me wait, lifted his hips, cock head to my opening, and  pushed inside.

My mouth dropped open. "Oh God," I breathed.

"Eyes on me."

I blinked, made myself focus on him while he glided in and out, slow and  deep, deep enough he grazed my g-spot every time. I dug my fingers more  firmly into his ass. "Harder," I urged.

Grabbing my hands, he lifted them above my head, shaking his. "Slow and sweet."

He ground against me and I cried out, orgasm building with every thrust.  It was intense, mind-blowing. I moved my hips against his, trying to  get more of him.         

     



 

"Harder," I tried again. I lifted up, ran my tongue along his jaw,  nipped his ear, and at the same time I squeezed my muscles hard around  his cock.

He hissed a breath through his teeth. "Lulu." His voice held a warning.

I did it again.

Those gorgeous blue eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

"Fuck." He slammed up inside me. "You'll pay for that tonight."

"T-that's what I'm banking on."

His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pressed them deeper into the  mattress, stare locked on mine, asking me without words if I was okay  with being held down. Hunter liked control, liked to dominate. I didn't  think I'd like it after what happened, but I did. With Hunter everything  felt good, right.

I held his stare. "Don't stop."

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kept me pinned, watching me  as he proceeded to drill the hell out of me. He kept his gaze locked on  mine so all I could see was him, his beautiful face twisted with  pleasure.

"Let me feel it," he rasped and slammed in hard, pounded deep.

With those huskily spoken words, I wrapped myself around him and broke into a million pieces.

But that was okay.

As long as I had Hunter to put me back together, I knew everything would be all right.



I didn't have date night clothes. In fact, I didn't have anything but  jeans, shorts, and T-shirts. I'd never really been on a date. I mean,  Hunter used to take me out, but never to a restaurant or anything. We'd  go to a fast food joint or to the movies, but mostly we used to hang at  his place.

In my desperation, I'd called Ruby. I wanted to look nice for him. I  wanted tonight to be special. And I wanted to feel like a girly girl.  Not something I'd ever been. I didn't think Hunter had ever seen me in a  dress, let alone heels.

I stared down at the outfit Ruby had brought for me to borrow, still  lying on the bed. It was black, short, and sleeveless, the fabric loose  and drapey. She said it would skim my curves and accentuate my assets.  It also had a plunging neckline. Hunter wasn't a subtle guy and I knew  he'd appreciate it. Ruby had also brought a pair of killer, skyscraper  heels. I'd never really worn heels, but I loved the gorgeous shimmery,  deep green shoes she'd given me. They were surprisingly easy to walk in  and, I had to admit, kind of made my legs look great.

I glanced at myself in the bedroom vanity. She'd helped me with my  make-up and hair as well, since I was out of practice. The most daring I  got with my hair these days was a ponytail. Now it was down, curls soft  and tussled, giving it a sexy, messy look. The  "I've-just-been-fucked-senseless" look, Ruby had called it.

I heard the apartment door open, Hunter's boots coming down the hall. "Lulu?"

"Don't come in! I'm not dressed."

I heard his deep chuckle beyond the door. "Babe, I've seen you naked."

"And what happens every time you see me naked?" I asked.

He was quiet a second. "Good point. I'm grabbing a quick shower."

His boots retreated, then the shower came on. I blew out a breath. It  was silly, but I was nervous. I wanted him to like the way I looked. I  wanted to make him proud to be seen with me, to be proud when he told  people I was his.

I lifted the dress and slipped it on over my pink lace panties and  matching bra. They had a bright orange bow between the cups and on the  top of the underwear. They were sexy, but the bow added a little bit of  sweet as well. I'd bought them over a year ago, loving them on sight.  I'd made great tips at the bar I'd been working at, and since they'd  been in a clearance sale, I'd snapped them up. It was frivolous and  irresponsible and the only real luxury I allowed myself during that  time. I thought about Hunter when I found them, the way he used to like  it when I wore pretty underwear.

I never wore them. I bought them for him, even though I never thought  he'd see them. Yeah, it was kind of nuts, but they made me feel closer  to him somehow. I allowed myself to pretend, for those moments, like  nothing had changed, that I'd be going home to him.

Now I had him back.

Sometimes I still struggled to believe it.

I shook off those thoughts and tugged the dress in place. The fabric was  silky and stretchy and slid on easily. I checked myself out in the  mirror and winced. Crap.

It wasn't really doing the drapey thing, not on me. Why the hell hadn't I  tried it on first? My boobs and butt were not cute and perky like  Ruby's, not anymore. Why hadn't we considered my ass during the dress  selection? The neckline was supposed to hang loose, give sexy peaks of  cleavage, but my boobs filled it out completely. I was all cleavage and  ass, zero class.         

     



 

I heard the shower turn off.

Shit.

I grabbed the shoes and speed-walked past the bathroom to the living room. Grabbing my phone from my purse, I dialed Ruby.

"What's up?"

"The dress is too tight. We didn't factor in my ass or my boobs. I look  like one of Raul's strippers." The bathroom door opened and I heard  Hunter head to the bedroom.