Page 51 of When I Fall In Love

I knead the mattress with my fists as I watch him make a meal of me. With each lick and suck, with each stroke of his tongue over my clit, the pressure in me builds. My orgasm might have waited in the wings, but now it erupts like a volcano and shoots off sparks in my head. In my body. Oh my God oh my God oh my God.

Hunter doesn’t stop. He lowers me to the bed then fucks me with his fingers until the heat explodes from me to drench his hand. He slows down, his fingers gentler, the rhythm catching the last vibrations that still rip through my body as our gazes lock.

I can’t look away. I can’t break this bond between us. When he finally extracts his fingers and leans over me, his hands finding purchase on either side of my head, he smiles down at me. “This pussy’s had a bit of a dry spell?”

“You have no idea.”

“You’d be surprised.” He lowers his mouth to mine, and this time, his kisses are tender again. Oh God. Hunter is back at the start and going to warm me up slowly for the next round.

I reach for his side and caress his skin, tracing the dips and ridges of his six-pack down to his boxers’ elastic. Why is he still wearing them? I pull them down to make a gap, slip a hand in and circle my fingers around his shaft. Holy fuck. He groans and I moan in unison. I felt his erection against me, but to hold it… oh boy oh boy. Oh no… oh man oh man. I swear Hunter has tripled in size since we’ve been together.

The need to have him deep down my throat is as sudden as it is intense. I push his boxers down and he chuckles as he helps me along and kicks them off. “That eager?”

“I want you to fuck my mouth. Now.”

He leans on one arm and traces his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re sure? I’m not exactly teenage size anymore.”

“All the more reason to taste you.” I reach for his cock again and then cup him in my hand. He is male perfection and the mere thought of him penetrating me and pleasuring me with his cock makes my sex tighten again. “Hunter…” I plead and nudge him upwards, but he is slow to comply.

“Like this?” He has moved closer to my mouth, but now that I have a full visual, I see what he means. This might be a choking hazard. Oh wait, it is a choking hazard.

“Yes.” I guide him down to my mouth and as soon as I close my lips around the head and taste the sweet saltiness, he groans a curse. I stroke my hands along his hips and to his butt to ease him deeper into me. He dips in and slowly retracts, so gentle and careful. I want more. I want him deeper. He complies with the pressure I put on him a few more times, then pulls out with a pop.

He shifts back down to be face to face with me and his fingers slip into my hair as he strokes my temple. “I’ll fuck you any way you want, Beth, but I’m not going to hurt you.”

His gaze pierces into mine and I find the look in his eyes a bit telling. Yes. Deep down we’re still angry at each other. We still hurt. Both of us. But the last thing we need is a revenge fuck for things neither of us had control over. Yes, he made the choice to stay here when Raiden ran away, but if I had his family history, his baggage, I wouldn’t have picked it up and dragged it across the country to San Francisco either. The load would have only doubled. Hunter had to be here for his younger brothers.

I grapple with the sudden knot in my throat and close my eyes.

“Hey…” Hunter hugs me to him. I hook a leg over his hip and snuggle into his chest, as close as I can get. I’m crying but I don’t want this to stop either, so I press kisses to his chest, to his heart. Hunter calms me with gentle strokes up and down my back, and when I finally make my way to his lips, he kisses me back with such tender compassion it makes me sob.

He pulls away and cups my cheek in his palm, making sure I look into his eyes. “I gave up on us, Bee, but I never stopped loving you.”

This is our truth, and it squeezes my heart because it hurts so much. I’ve told myself a thousand times that I hate him. That Hunter Logan has no place in my heart or in my mind. That the memories of us needed to die, but they didn’t. I’ve tried to block our past. I’ve done everything to bury it deep in the dark, but a part of me was breaking open and he was still there. The hate I felt for him for years was just my way of living without him, of carrying on and coping without him.

How do you stop loving someone who’s been ripped from your life? You don’t. Somewhere in the ether, someone pressed pause on the two of us. “I gave up on us too, but… I never stopped loving you either.”

When we kiss next, it’s laced with desperation as we cling to each other.

25

HUNTER

My girl… she’s still there. Under all the layers of years spent apart, I found her. And now she’s physically in my arms and I am completed. Her kisses switch between sweet and passionate; one moment she’s shy, the next she’s possessive and fierce. And she’s hungry for this. For us.

Her hands roam over my body, slow caresses as if she’s mapping out the contours of every bone and muscle to commit to memory. Every now and then she cements the lines with a slow, deliberate scratch of her nails over my skin and it is so fucking hot I want to drive into her body and claim her. But this is us… this is us with the time and knowledge that comes with maturity. The things I want to do to her, with her… in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have imagined having her like this again.

She’s up on an elbow and I loosen my embrace, allowing her to lean over me. She breaks our kiss and her hand is on my chest, busy with a featherlight exploration of her fingertips over my pecs, my nipples… uh… fuck. “Bee.”

“Hmm?” Her hand is traveling lower, gliding over the ridges of my abdomen, her wrist colliding with the wet tip of my cock.

She is teasing me and as she starts licking and nibbling her way down my chest, I let go completely and press the heels of my hands into my eyes. My girl isn’t done blowing me yet despite my concern that I might choke her when I’m on top. This way, she’ll be in control and to be honest, I fucking need to be inside of her, it doesn’t matter how.

When she cups me in her hand and rides her lips up and down my cock, I twitch and push up to find a way into her mouth. She’s a fucking tease, giving me just enough leeway to come to combustion point, only to retreat with a wicked smile on her lips. She takes me deep a few times, going down firmer each time, and my eyes roll back. I grip her hair as I fist my cock, forcing her to suck only the tip. “Oh no you don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She looks up, lips curved in a smug smile.

“Come like that,” I grunt. “I was talking to myself.”

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