“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck me. Give it to me.”
His words sent me up in flames and I started moving faster, harder. Hunter let go of my breast and gripped my hip, pulling me down hard as he thrust up, meeting me half way, slamming our bodies together.
He talked to me the whole time, making me stay focused on him, his voice all I could hear as he encouraged me, praised me, made me feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world with the rasped, sweet, and dirty things he said.
My panted breaths turned to gasping sobs as my orgasm built, my movements becoming erratic.
“Let me feel it, sweetheart. Let me feel that pussy clamp around my cock.”
Holy shit.
Hunter seemed to swell bigger inside me, his body straining, every muscle hard and ripped to perfection, skin slick with sweat.
“Oh God,” I moaned. Then I was coming. My vision blurred, blood pounding through my skull, exquisite pleasure radiating out from between my legs, making me shake as I screamed Hunter’s name.
I fell forward, burying my face against his throat as the aftershocks moved though me. One of his hands slid up behind my neck, the other low on my back. He held me there, thrusting up, hard. Once. Twice. Then he groaned low and long into my hair. I felt his cock pulse inside me, jets of come filling me, setting off some crazy good tingles. I couldn’t help it, I ground down against him, and then I was coming again.
Hunter tightened his hold around me as I whimpered through it, doing more of that delicious growling.
I’d barely caught my breath when I was flipped to my back. Hunter leaned over the side of the bed, coming back with his T-shirt. He used it between my legs, cleaning me off and then threw it into the hamper. When he was done, he pulled my back into his front, arms tight around me, and, cupping my breast, buried his face in my hair.
He kissed the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He tensed. “What for?”
“For freaking out on you.”
He lifted up on his elbow and rolled me to my back. “I should’ve known you’d have triggers. We’re gonna need to talk about those, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“And if you feel it happening again, you tell me. You don’t like what I’m doing, I’ll stop.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “All right?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like being pinned down?”
I shook my head. “I kind of knew, but wasn’t sure . . . until tonight.” I turned away. “Since the last time . . . it happened. Besides you, I’ve only been with one other guy . . . a one-off. It was ugly and quick, in a bathroom stall at a club. In the dark, I tried to convince myself it was you. But it wasn’t, and I freaked, scared the guy half to death. I guess I just wanted to lose myself for a while. I just ended up hating myself more.”
“Fuck, Lulu.” His voice was strained as he slid his fingers along my jaw, making me look at him again. “We’ll work through it, baby, together, okay?”
“Okay.”
He lay down and tucked me back into his front. Despite the conversation, I felt relaxed, sated.
I settled back into Hunter’s warmth, threaded my fingers with his, and closed my eyes.
I dreamed of Hunter making pancakes with Josh.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hunter
I walked into Raul’s strip club, Stilettos, Lulu’s hand in mine. Van close on our heels. As much as I wanted to protect her, from every-damn-thing, she was right, my girl was strong. She’d proven that time and again, and she deserved to know whatever we found out tonight.
I looked down at her. She was busy scanning the room. I’d brought her here several times before, when we’d first started seeing each other. I’d wanted to introduce her to the man I considered my father, and just like back then, none of this shocked her, something that had surprised me at the time. Now I knew why. Thanks to Pierce, she’d been exposed to a lot of things at a young age, things that she shouldn’t have.
The place was busy for a Wednesday afternoon. Cassie was on stage and smiled when she spotted us, then her eyes dipped to Lulu and the smile vanished. Cassie and I had fucked around a few times. I thought she knew the score. But going by that look on her face, she and I needed to have a chat.
I turned away from her when I spotted Raul walking toward us. Like the last time I’d seen him, I noticed his suit looked a little big, hanging off his tall frame. He’d lost weight over the last few years, hair more gray than black now, but he was still an imposing man. No one messed with Raul. He looked after his girls and had more connections than anyone I knew.
Which was why we were here.