Page 93 of Oathbreaker

Searching my face, she says, “Good.”

TWENTY

WINTER

Iwake up from a dream where I’m riding Hunter’s tongue, only to find Hunter lapping lazily at my clit when I open my eyes in the darkness.

In the three seconds it takes me to realize what’s going on, I let out a long moan because now he’s sucking on it, and that’s one of the quickest ways to get me to come.

I reach down and run my fingers through his hair.

“Good morning, H,” I say breathily. “Not that I don’t appreciate the wake-up call, but—” He shuts me up by sliding his thick finger inside me and hitting my go-button.

When I register the delicious stretch from the addition of another digit, I don’t say another word until I come on his face a few minutes later.

He looks up from his spot between my legs as I pant.

“Good morning, baby.” Then he has me ready again when he sticks both fingers in his mouth, sucking off my cream.

“God,” I say with a moan.

“Nope, just me.” He nips my inner thigh when I laugh.

I quickly glance at the clock across the room and am confused as to why he’s waking me up at five-thirty in the morning.

March has breezed by in a whirlwind of rainy days, lazy afternoons watching movies with August and Kitty in the media room, and intense lovemaking with Hunter.

Most importantly, it’s been weeks of finding happiness—redefining what the emotion feels like, looks like, tastes like. My body remembers, and I’m working with my mind to come into alignment.

Settling back into the pillows, I reach for him to move up my body. When we are face to face, I go for his cock, but he pushes my hand away.

“We’ve got a lot to do today. Later,” he says. In a snap, he leaves the bed and waltzes to the bathroom completely naked.

I roll to my side, watching his ass flex with every step.

How did my life get this way?

It’s unbelievable. I was so lonely before I met Hunter. I was stuck in my tiny bubble. And now? My days consist of laughter and freedom and love.

Well, except for the fact that you were almost murdered not too long ago due to your affiliation.

I rub my eyes, hoping to erase the thought at the same time.

I know I can forgive all that’s happened. I want to move forward so badly. It’s just that...it’s hard. I find myself so sad sometimes, and then I get so angry—at Adam, at Hunter’s dad.

At Hunter.

I count my breaths, inhaling for three beats and then exhaling for another three.

It’s a process.

I close my eyes. It is a process.

I must have dozed off because Hunter’s wet hair dripping on my face startles me.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to get up. We’ve got shit to do today.” He rolls me over and slaps my ass.

I yelp and sit up.

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