Page 70 of Hunted: Season Two

“What?!” unreluctantly leaves Nolan and I in unison.

“I…I…I…I didn’t think…” her hands fall defeatedly to her sides on a shake of the head. “I didn’t think it was arealpossibility considering how much stress and trauma I’ve endured. Hell, I didn’t even know my body couldphysicallydo it after…” The end of her sentence is stopped by a second head shaking. “ AndlogicallyI know it’s a possibility because it’salwaysa possibility when you have sex and fully functioning parts, but I just can’t believe I didn’t consider this shit any sooner…Or…atanytime for that matter. I just didn’t…” Bunny fidgets with her lucky pen that’s in her hair. “I’m sorry.I’m sorry it’s happening like this.”

“But not that’s it’s happening, right?” I enthusiastically inquire during the closing of our distance. “Because I’m not upset.” One hand lands on her hip and gently angles her in my direction. “Not about the timing and damn sure not about you being pregnant.”

“I think I’d be more upset if you weren’t,” Nolan unexpectedly declares, frame moving to join the embracing that’s being established.

“Seriously?” She whips her head back and forth between us. “You two are just…finewith this? No complaints? No objections to me turning your lives upside down…again?”

“Nah.” What starts as me holding onto her hip from the front transitions into me holding onto his hip as he curls hislarge arms around her stomach. “That shit’s covered under our warranty.”

The playful response receives chuckles from our boyfriend. “And everything else is covered under our insurance.”

She giggles sweetly and hearing the sound only stirs the elation more.

“The family we have, Rabbit…the one we’vemade…and the one we’renow making…is the most incredible thing in the fucking world to me.” A gentle kiss is planted on the top of her shoulder. “I’m willing to do whatever’s necessary to keep itandprotect it.”

“We are willing to do whatever,” I correct, practically growling.

Whether it’s the weight in my tone or forcefulness that gets him hungrily groaning in return is unknown.

But he is.

And the sound – as it always does – encourages my cock to swell.

“You hear that, you dirty little slut?” Nolan huskily asks, mouth knocking against the shell of her ear. “How good our filthy little fuck made that shit sound?” Bunny dreamily nods and leans back into his embrace. “Should we see how good he can make it feel?”

It’s impossible not to heatedly grumble when she grinds herself against my jean covered dick. “What about dinner, Sir?”

“Fuck dinner,” is grunted prior to me lunging my lips towards hers. “I’ll pick up Chinese later.”

There’s no resistance.

No reluctance.

Her mouth spreads wide to welcome my eager tongue, and I take full advantage of the accommodation. Whimpers ignited by my mouth are instantly amplified by our partner who I imagine is nipping at the territory he was just teasing.

Gripping him harder occurs at the same time my lashes grow more forceful, a combination that grabs moans from them both.

Pushes of their frames into me.

Impatient nudging unpredictably begins against my nose prompting me to pull back just enough to switch mouths.

To slide my tongue against the one I haven’t tasted indays.

That hasn’t tastedmein days.

Pleased and grateful groans vibrate through me as our girl – the one I’m so excited is growing our mini – leans to the side to latch her teeth onto my neck.

The scraping is gentle but the actions it inspires are not.

I abruptly separate myself from Nolan to growl, “Let’s make a fuckin’ mess, Sir.”

Animalistic rumbles precede him breaking away to swipe everything off the table in one clean sweep. Eggs violently crashing around us fail to redirect our attention away from where we’re crazily yanking one another into the perfect bent over train positioning much like the breadcrumbs crunching under our feet are unsuccessful at slowing the speed of our frantic fingers that are determined to shed our clothing barriers.

Bunny’s hands savagely slapping the table are echoed by mine barbarically landing on Nolan’s hips again.

He leans over her shoulder and nudges her yoga pants covered legs apart on a grunted, “Open.”

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