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I’d never regret keeping Kinsley safe, but I still looked to the sky, feeling the tiny pieces of my true self being ripped away

Chapter twenty-four

Hunter

Ilooked across the hotel room to my roomie. His auburn hair was longer than when we first met, his stubble a little thicker on his face. My mind often wondered to what that new facial feature would feel against my stomach as he looked at me with those eyes, working his way lower… and lower.

As if he could sense my thoughts, Tyler turned his gaze on me, warming me inch by inch as he studied me from head to toe. I stood half-dressed, wanting nothing more than to get lost in his body. It had been too long since I felt his touch, and there was nothing I wanted more than to ask for one more time.

“You’ve been M.I.A lately, everything okay?” Tyler asked, concern melting together with the heat in his eyes. He was the only one that could read me like a book. Kinsley hadn’t even noticed the cloud hanging over my had the last couple weeks. My fake smiles and extroverted bravado had kept her concerns at bay. But my Aussie? He’d been shooting me questioning glances for the last couple weeks.

“Just family shit, you know?”

Ty’s lip quirked, an all-knowing look coming to his face. “Want to talk about it?”

I let my gaze flow over his torso, wishing he wasn’t wearing a shirt, wishing I could drown in his dips and diverts of his muscles.

“I rather forget.”

He huffed out a breath and cast his gaze down as he shook his head. Each back-and-forth shake was like his mind swinging between yes or no. I stood to one side of that swing, hoping he flew my way so I could catch him.

Just as I thought he was going to swing the other way, he picked up his phone and started to swipe across the screen. “I’m Into It” by Chase Atlantic began to play. He looked up, eyebrow quirked, and his lips splitting into a sexy smile that had me rushing across the room, tugging his shirt off, unbuttoning his jeans and sinking to my knees—for him.

Chapter twenty-five

Tyler

Hunter Graves on his knees was a beautiful sight. Fuck, the man was sexy as sin. My heart skipped a beat seeing his eyes sparkle again, but I didn’t want to read too much into it. He hadn’t fooled me with that fake ass bravado, he was too happy. He wasn’t my grumpy Mr. Boston, the man who shot me glares that could kill and pushed me to my limits more than anyone ever had. My Boston.

I wasn’t going to read into that either.

It was our last away game before the winter holidays, and I was itching for a break—to see my family. Just like Hunter, I needed to forget. I needed just a little bit of space from all the worries that had built up in my head. Hunter Graves was doing an amazing job at helping me forget. His initial hunger to have me bare-chested and at his mercy slowed as he worshiped every inch of skin on my lower abdomen, his lips and tongue alternating as they traced the planes of my body. He worked lower, nipping along the V that guided him to the part of me that ached to be touched.

“Fuck, Hunt…. Hurry up and suck me already.”

I felt him smile against my skin. He worked his hands over me slowly, the torturous drag of his skin against mine leaving embers in its wake—making me impossibly hard.

“You’re going to make me come before we even get to the fucking.”

He hummed in response. “I know you have a great recovery time, Aus. There’s nothing hotter than watching you get hard while I’m inside you.”

My breath hitched in my throat. It was enough of an answer for him to continue. He moved his hands around to my knees, pushing up toward my groin and eliciting an obscene noise from my lips. “Hunter.”

My Jens were pulled to my ankles and he mouthed along the outside of my cock, dampening my underwear with his saliva. He gripped the waistband in his teeth, pulling the fabric down in one swift move. His warm breath fanned against my rigid length. I watched, entranced, as his gaze was locked on me and only me. My underwear hit the floor and his hand cupped my balls, rolling and massaging them to the beat of “Forever” by Labrinth.

“Hunter…” I groaned the last half of his name as his tongue finally landed where I wanted it. I speared my fingers through his hair, latching onto a thick fistful. My hips jerked into his mouth, a silent plea for him to keep going.

I lost myself in his golden eyes as he looked at me through thick lashes. His mouth worshiped my cock, his tongue tracing the line of the thick vein that ran on the underside. He worked his way to and from the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and playing with the foreskin. It was sloppy, it was dirty—and I was drowning in it. He pressed two fingers to my lips and I eagerly sucked them in, mimicking his pace on my dick. He moaned around me, vibrating my skin. My balls drew higher.

“Not yet, baby.” The hand that wasn’t in my mouth tightened around the base of my cock, staving off my orgasm. “Not when I have so much more to give you.”

I bit his fingers in protest, his low chuckle did nothing to my impending explosion. Hunter pulled his fingers out and dropped my erection, moving both hands to my ass.

“Fuck, this ass torments me to no end.” Hunter stood, both hands gripping my ass in a claiming hold. He ducked his head down, claiming my mouth in a hot, heavy kiss. Teeth clashed and tongues collided before he parted with a slow slide of his tongue. I whimpered, fucking whimpered at his mercy. Before I could take back what I wanted, he spun me around, using my jeans around my ankles to his advantage. I was bent over the bed, completely exposed to him. Somehow, having my pants at my ankles only added to my arousal. Being at his disposal sent a thrill up my spine. He flattened a palm between my shoulders, pressing me into the mattress. His teeth grazed my neck, his tongue priming his favorite spot before he bit down. Then his fingers, slick from my own saliva, began to tease along my taint.

“Oh, god.”

“Mm, I have been wanting to take this ass.” His hips lurched forward; his arousal evident against my ass. The mixture of his hard length between my cheeks and his soft breath on my neck had me wanting to beg, plead, cry for more. I needed this just as much as he did.

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