Shattered King(50)

Ruby was silent a few beats. "Text me a selfie."

"What?"

"Let me see. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

I clicked the camera icon, angled it down to get in most of my body, and sent it to her.

"Got it. Let me just take a look." Silence.

My face started to get hot. "Ruby," I hissed down the phone. "What did I tell you, I look . . ."

"Hot," she cut in. "Damn, girl, if I had curves like that, I'd have that  shit out any chance I got. Now stop freaking out, get your shoes on,  and have a good time." Then she ended the call.

Shoes!

I sat on the couch and slid my feet in. I hoped Ruby was right. At this point, I had nothing else to change into.

I'd done up the first shoe and was working on the second when I heard  Hunter walk into the room. He stopped several feet away. I kept my head  down, finishing what I was doing. It was crazy how nervous I felt about  his reaction to the way I looked. Butterflies were going nuts in my  belly. I stilled, took a steadying breath.

"Stand up," he said in a rough voice.

I stood, straightening the fabric over my hips as I did.

"Look at me, Lulu."

I lifted my head, no more hiding.

Wow. He was wearing a different suit than the one he'd had on the other  morning. This was charcoal, and fitted him perfectly. He looked  drop-dead sexy. My lady parts totally agreed and did a happy little  flutter. "Hey," I said into the silence.

He didn't say "hey" back. He stood there like his boots were glued to  the hardwood floor and stared at me. His gaze moved over my face, my  hair, down my body, lingering on certain key areas, then down to my legs  and the shoes.

Still, he didn't say anything.

I was starting to freak out. I felt my face get hotter. "I . . . ah. I borrowed the dress from Ruby. The shoes, too."

He shook his head. "They're yours. She told me you didn't have anything. I sent her out shopping."

"What?" My mouth dropped open.

"The dress, the shoes, they're yours."

"But . . ."

"Come here," he said low, so low it hit every one of my hot spots. "Now."

"You're being bossy again."

"Fucking now, Lulu."

I rolled my eyes dramatically, though I really didn't feel as pissy as I  was attempting to pull off. I was too busy worrying over the way I  looked. I walked toward him, his gaze locked on me as I closed the  distance.

"Turn around."

I swallowed and turned, showing him the back, then faced him again. "If you don't like it . . ."

"Shhh."

Say what? "Did you just shush me?"

"Babe, shut up."

I snapped my mouth shut and stared at him. Then I narrowed my eyes,  about to let him have it, when his hands went to my waist. His fingers  curled in, skimming over the silky fabric, up to the sides of my  breasts, thumbs brushing the undersides, then back down to rest on my  hips.

I forgot what I was going to say.

"She's getting a raise."

I blinked. "Who?"

"Ruby."

"Oh." Oh! It was starting to become kind of obvious. Still, I asked, "Does that mean you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it." His gaze moved over me again, all the way down, then  back up, lingering on my chest before his eyes locked on mine.

A wicked grin lifted the corners of his lips. "We're going out, we're  celebrating . . . then were coming home and I'm going to strip you bare  and fuck you in nothing but those sexy fucking shoes."

I gave a little shiver of delight. "That sounds . . . I like that idea."

"I thought you might. Now let's go before I change my mind and do you right here, right now."

I snorted. "Do me?"

His grin got wider and he gave my ass a light slap. "Are you mocking me, woman?"

"Maybe."

"You'll pay for that later as well."

I frowned. "Hang on, what else am I paying for?"

"This raging hard-on I can't do anything about for fucking hours."

I grinned wider. Hunter growled.

I was out and out laughing when he grabbed my hand and led me from the apartment.





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE


Hunter         

     



 

Fuck.

Balls drawn up tight, I was close to blowing.

I looked down at Lulu's ass, watching my cock slide out of her tight,  wet pussy and clenched my teeth to hold it back. I wanted this to last.  Nothing felt as good as when I was inside her. Nothing. That  sexy-as-fuck dress was in a heap on the floor, along with the underwear  that nearly had me blowing my load before I'd even touched her. But the  shoes that had kept me hard all damn night were still on her feet.

She was flat on her belly, back arched, ass high. I was straddling her,  keeping her legs together, while she clutched the wooden slats of my  headboard. Her head was turned to the side, mouth open, eyes sometimes  screwed shut, sometimes looking back at me as I pounded into her. The  woman was perfection. Head to toe. Inside and out. No one got to me like  she could. I couldn't even imagine being with someone else, of fucking  anyone but Lulu. Didn't want anyone but her.

She moaned, fingers spasming, grip tightening when I shoved in deep. She tried to push back, to take more.

"Fuck, my girl's so hot for it." I squeezed her round ass. "Don't move."

She whimpered. "Please, Hunter."

Her plea hit me low in the gut, making my cock throb and my balls ache. I  was done playing around. Coming down on top of her, I slid one arm  under her, across her chest, holding her immobile, the other down  between her legs so I could play with her swollen, slick little clit.

"You with me, Lulu?"

"Y-yes."

"Who's fucking you?"

"You are."

"And who am I?"

"My man."

Her words were a hit to the chest, in a really fucking good way. "That's  right, I'm your man." I thrust into her hard and she gasped. "You feel  what you do to me? My girl makes me so fucking hard. You make me lose my  goddamn mind, until all I can think about is getting inside, fucking  you until you scream."

I slowed down, gliding in and out of her, nipping her earlobe. "You're  mine, Lulu. You're not just inked on my skin, you're under it, you're  twisted so deep inside me there's no escaping it. I need to know you get  that. Do you, baby?"

"Yes," she whispered.

I kissed her shoulder. "I want my name on you, where people can see it. Anyone looks at you, they know you belong to me."

She moaned, her pussy starting to flutter around my cock. "I'm gonna come," she said between panted breaths.

I stopped fucking around and tightened my hold on her, pressing down,  sliding my finger over her clit. She moaned when I squeezed her tit with  my other hand, the needy sound snapping my control, and I powered my  hips into her, fast and hard. All she could do was take it, take what  her man gave her.

Her inner walls clamped down on my cock and she screamed, the spasming  grip so tight, I had no choice but to let go. Sparks of light flashed  behind my lids as I blew up, pumping her full, lost to her, hips going  to town against her ass. I was powerless to it, could only hold her down  and fuck us both through it.

When she'd wrung me dry, I slowed down, trying to catch my breath. The  aftershocks she was still feeling worked against the head of my now  sensitive cock, making me groan.

I kissed the side of her neck and rolled us both to our sides. I was  still inside her, her soft ass fitting snug against my lap. "You good,  baby?"

"More than good," she said quietly.

I came up on an elbow, gripped her chin, leaned in, and kissed her slow  and deep. "I'm never letting you go," I murmured against her lips.

She stared up at me, eyes wide, searching mine. Then she offered up a wobbly smile that I felt in the center of my chest.

I slid her gorgeous red hair off her shoulder, went back down beside  her, kissed her shoulder, then curled back around her. She was still  scared; she couldn't hide shit from me, and that fucking cut. All I  could do was wait and hope she figured it out, that I wasn't going  anywhere.

Pierce was dead, that sick motherfucker was gone for good, and as much  as I'd wanted to be the one to put him in the ground, it was better this  way. I couldn't risk going down a second time. Losing Lulu all over  again.

But I swore to fucking Christ, if anyone so much as looked at her the  wrong way, let alone touched her or hurt her-I'd kill them.

Lulu

An incessant, repetitive noise dragged me from my deep sleep. I felt  Hunter lean into me. I dragged my eyes open and watched him reach across  for his phone on the nightstand, and roll to his back.

"What?" He listened for a second. "Where? . . . Be there in thirty." Then he disconnected.

I lifted up on my elbows. "What's going on?"         

     



 

"Gotta go."

My stomach did an unhappy roll. "But it's the middle of the night."

He was already out of bed, pulling on jeans. He opened one of the  dresser drawers, pulled out a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and dragged it  over his head. Then he went to the closet. I heard a beeping noise  before he came back out. He had a set of handcuffs poking out of his  pocket and a gun shoved down the waistband of his jeans.