Page 47 of One More Time

“Please,” I begged. “Just one more time.”

“I will make sure it’s something you remember baby,” he purred.

And oh, did he ever.

Hunter worked his way down my back, kissing each knot in my spine until he sank to his knees behind me. He mouthed down my crack, warmth filling me as his tongue met my eager hole, working me over in unison with his fingers. He hummed as I spit out an incoherent string of profanities. He was loving this as much as I was. Damn… he was loving me.

“Hunt I’m about to—fuck!-” I couldn’t take it anymore. Hunter stood; I heard packets ripping. The pause in time as he covered his cock in a condom and lube was torturous, enough for me to thank him when he slammed home. That one hard thrust sending me crashing over the edge without a parachute. He gripped my hips hard, bruising them; claiming them as I strangled his cock.

“Gods, Ty, baby…”

He slowed his pace, gently milking every bit of my orgasm out of me. But as he promised, the constant hit of his thick dick against my prostate had me thickening again almost immediately. I whined when he pulled out, “No, come back! I’m still hard.”

Hunter chuckled, kissing my shoulder and guiding me to turn over. His heated gaze left me speechless. He discarded my pants and my underwear and tossed them aside. Then his large body blanketed mine as we positioned ourselves in the middle of the bed.

“I want to watch you fall apart this time, baby.”

My breath caught in my lungs. The song playing softly from my phone only heightened the tension— “I See You” by MISSIO. He positioned my legs around his waist, then slowly slid into me. His thrust were calculated this time, slow and measured as he seemed determined to last as long as he could. The lyrics pooled over us. My hands combed through his hair, my hips met his beat for beat. Our lips danced together until we both hit climax once more, our orgasms fading with the music. We breathed heavily over each other’s lips, each of us brushing sweaty strands of hair away from the other’s face.

We didn’t say anything, afraid that words would take away what we just shared. Instead, we made our way to the shower, silently but intimately washing away the evidence.

We walked out of the bathroom as close as we possibly could. We both paused and looked at the two double beds in the room, then to each other. We didn’t have to speak to know that the same question lingered in both our minds.

Hunter made the decision, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed we just… fucked in? No, it was so much more than that.

We curled up in the bed and Hunter pulled me to his chest. I couldn’t help but feel safe—safer than I had in a long time. I closed my eyes and settled into his arms, into the feeling of being safe.

Only for them to fly open at the sound of Jamie’s unmistakable ringtone. The digital clock flashed midnight. My blood ran cold. Hunter pulled back at the feeling of my body going rigid.

“Need to get that?”

In place of an answer, I jolted out of bed, grabbing my phone and answering the call as I ran into the bathroom.

“Jamie?”

“It’s Mum,” he sobbed, his words barely recognizable.

“Jamie, take a breath. What’s going on?”

“She-she had a stroke, Ty. I saw it – an-and—” Jamie was choking on his sobs, and tears began streaming down my cheeks.

“Who are you with right now?”

“Holden’s on his way. Auntie went in the ambulance with her. I couldn’t- I couldn’t go. I don’t want to see her die, Tyler,”

I swiped my hand over my face, ignoring the wetness that came with it.

“I’m coming home, okay?”

“I’m sorry. Ty, I—I need you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I have to talk to coach and book flights and everything but I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ll call soon, please text me with updates, okay?”

“Okay, Ty?”

“Yeah, James?”

“I’m scared.”

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