Page 92 of Pinkie Promise

I press my face into his chest and smile.

Hunter Wilde? I think I’m in love with you.

I grip my fists into the front of his shirt, twisting the dark fabric away from his abs.

“Forever sounds like a really long time,” I whisper teasingly, looking up at him from under my lashes as his mouth lifts into a cocky grin. “To make sure that we get good at it, we should probably start practicing.”

Realising that I want this as badly as he does, Hunter presses me up against the wall.

“That so?” he asks, tangling his thick digits in my ponytail. “’Cause I really wanna put those condoms to use, baby, but I need you to know that I’m being serious about waiting for you. You’d still make me the happiest man alive if we did nothing but sleep in that bedroom tonight.”

I press a small kiss against his stubble-covered jaw and he rolls his shoulders, twitching with need. “You brought the box with you, Hunter,” I purr. “You clearly had something in mind for me.”

He clears his throat hard and I run my fingers over his heaving pecs. “Got ’em just in case,” he rasps. “In case you wanted to. So I could, you know, keep you protected.”

I play dumb, making my eyes go wide and fluttering my lashes. “Protected from what?”

Hunter understands my game and he grins down at me, grazing his teeth over his lower lip.

But in the next second he’s ducking down, shoving his shoulder into my belly, and throwing me over his broad back, making me squeal with delight as he gives me a rough spank on the ass. He grabs the condoms and punches off the light switch as he carries me into the master bedroom.

When he breaches the doorway he switches on a lamp, making the room look even cosier.

“Don’t you know what can happen when a man takes a woman to bed, baby?” he asks as he tosses me onto my back in the centre of the mattress, his voice a low growl, and a playful glint in his sparkling eyes.

I giggle and squirm as he wraps his palms around my thighs, heaving them to the bottom of the bed and settling his large stance right between them. He smirks down at me as he rips his shirt off over his head.

My breathing turns shallow as I take in the sight of his bared body, his muscles pumped swollen after the night’s rough game. His abdomen is thick and tan, his pecs are large and heaving, and he yanks me up by one of my wrists so that he can press my palm over his heart.

“You never do Sex Ed, baby?” he rasps, giving me an indulgent grin when I smile up at him, delighted by our game. I fumble a hand out behind me to stop my body from falling into the mattress. “This is what I need to protect you from,” he murmurs, slow-trailing my hand down the cavern between his pecs, over his ripped abdomen, and then coming to a stop as we reach the top of his jeans.

He must have left the changing room in a hurry because he doesn’t even have his belt on, but that just enables easier access as he flips open the top button with his thumb.

“Gotta protect you from what I’m packing, baby,” he murmurs, and his cheeks turn ruddy as we both laugh breathlessly.

Hunter squeezes my hand in his, capturing my full attention, and then he drops his hand to his side, fingers flexing as he waits patiently, seeing what I’ll do.

My hand is still pressed against the top of his jeans so, going slow, I brush slowly and gently through his happy trail.

Hunter arches his neck back and releases a long groan.

“What you’re… packing,” I repeat quietly, keeping our gazes locked as I press a kiss to his belly button. He flexes his jaw but doesn’t move from his regimented stance. “Do you, uh, want me to feel you?” I ask him, stroking my thumb beneath his waistband so that he understands what I mean. Then I whisper, “I don’t need to be protected if I just use my hand.”

Hunter rips open his fly, his pupils blacking out his dazzling irises.

“Please,” he rasps back to me. “Whatever you want. It’s all yours.”

I sit up on my knees and slide my fingers inside his warm boxers. He drops his forehead to my shoulder and releases an anguished groan.

“Baby,” he moans, gripping his palms tightly around my waist. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling my gasp at how big he is. His muscle is so protracted that he makes a low tortured sound as I caress him, silently telling me that he’s agonizingly sensitive. “Never had – never had someone do this to me before,” he pants, sliding his hand beneath his underwear so that he can help me get my fingers around the thick base of his cock.

I give him a small preliminary tug and he grunts so hard that my legs turn weak.

“Hurts, baby,” he rasps and I immediately slip my hand out of his boxers, pulling my whole body away from him as I whisper, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” he says quickly, as I scoot backwards on the bed. He kicks off his clothes until he’s left in nothing but his underwear and then he grips my ankles for leverage and he heaves himself onto the mattress. He spreads out on his haunches, his thick quads knocking my knees apart, and then he lowers his weight slowly on top of me.

It’s been a long time since we lay on a bed together and feeling his heaviness holding me down makes me feel like I’m finally home again. I lift an arm back to ease the cheer ribbon from my hair and I gently tug my waves out of the ponytail. Hunter looks down at me with a flexing jaw as my hair spills behind me on the pillow.

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