Page 109 of The Revenge Agenda

His deep growl fills my ears. “Fine. We’re getting naked and getting off. My cock is going in your pretty hole, but before I do that, tell me something.”

I hum as I pull back and Hunter brushes my hair off my forehead.

“Do you ever want to top me?”

I check his face, trying to read it for signs of what he wants, but there are none. I don’t think. “That’s a tough question.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not straightforward. Do I want to? Sure. I want everything with you. But, well, I’m a big guy. Sometimes after all the stretching, it still hurts, and when I know the guy I’m with isn’t enjoying it, it’s a buzzkill. Topping feels good, but I’ve sort of grown to hate it.”

His brown eyes soften. “We can work on that. If you want to.”

“I’m not sure yet. Do I need to give you an answer right now?”

“Nope.” Hunter wraps his hands around my thighs and hefts me off my feet. I scramble to grab hold of his wide shoulders while I wrap my legs around his waist. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you. Probably tomorrow too. And maybe the next day and the next, right up until you don’t want me to anymore. And if you ever want to switch things around, you’ll let me know, okay?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” His kiss is firm. “There are no rules, baby. We make our own.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

Hunter lays me back on the bed before crawling up to blanket me. We touch from hips to chest, a delicious warmth burning between us as Hunter slowly writhes his body against mine. His hard body is such a turn-on, his control of his movements, his rigid cock meeting mine with every measured rut of his hips. He’s breathing deeply into my mouth, and I’m catching every exhale, swallowing the sound and the building desire taking over us both.

“Need you naked,” he complains.

I’m with him there. While this is great, it’d be way better to have all bare skin around me.

I growl in frustration as I work to unbutton his shirt, then move on to mine. Hunter helps, shoving it off my shoulders and down my arms before flinging it somewhere across the room.

The hotel sheets are stiff under my back, impossible to get a good grip on as Hunter plunges a hand into my pants. I arch up into his touch, rubbing my cock into his palm, panting over how good it feels and how it’s not enough.

“You know,” he says, kissing a brain-tingly line along my jaw, “I’ve been all in with you since the start. Felt in my bones how right this was. Trusted you before I knew I trusted you. But this is the first time I’ve let myself actually believe things will work out.”

I frown, pulling back far enough to meet his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“In the back of my head, I’ve always had that doubt that I’m going to make it here. That lingering idea that I’m going to have to run home defeated, and no matter how I feel about you, long distance wouldn’t work. Not after what happened. But now … I have a place. Somewhere I can belong, at least for now. Which means I can give our relationship everything, without holding back.”

Holding back? This man already gives me everything. “I never doubted you.” His hand tightens around my length, making my body fizz. “Not ever. You’re the type of person who wants something done, and you do it. It’s so confusing and amazing to me. I’ll never fully understand you, but I don’t have to to know that …” My throat gets all sticky.

“Rush?”

“I might be falling for you a little bit. Or a lot. It’s hard for me because my other relationships have all been a steamy pile of turd turkeys?—”

“Turd turkeys?” His eyes crease with amusement.

“Seven.”

“Of course.”

“My point is that I’ve thought I felt things before, but now that I know what a real partner is, what it really feels like to be cared about, I’m scared of how deep this feeling is going to go. I’m scared of what happens if you get sick of me. If I’m too much, or?—”

His lips press hard and claiming to mine. “You will never, ever be too much.”

“Yeah, I’m sure my grandma felt the same, and yet, I was.”

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