Page 63 of Hunt

“I thought you liked me with my mask on?” he questioned, assuming I was talking about his stalker tendencies.

“I prefer you without it,” I answered as he moved close.

His back was to the light, so his face was cast in shadow, and it was still difficult for me to digest that Rourke, my stalker, was Gunner Kaiser, my foster brother. He’d been under my nose the entire time, but it also confirmed that my disguise was effective if it fooled him, the hardest nut to crack.

“Have you fucked her tonight?” Gunner persisted accusingly.

“I already told you no,” Ronan’s voice snarled back at Gunner in the dark. “We just got here, so I haven’t had the chance to do anything, and I wouldn’t anyway because that’s the rules, bro. And I suggest you fucking do the same.”

Gunner fell quiet, sinking into the water, so I could only see the top of his head, but I knew what he was thinking. I knew this man so well. The boy, my best friend, my brother and now the man before me, crazy, sullen and a little screwed up because of me. I sensed the intensity and desire flaking off his tattooed skin.

“You fucking ruined my evening, bro,” Ronan accused him. “See, it’s alright for you because you’re related to the boss, so that you can get away with murder. But I’m on the payroll. He could cut me loose, and it would end me.”

I turned to Ronan’s face in the dark, sharp cheekbones caught by a faint light. Dark hair swept back, narrowed eyes, I held his arm under the water to comfort him.

Gunner seemed to dwell on what Ronan just said, but he refused to move and a strange awkwardness of silence came over us as if the were no words to describe the moment, until confessed, “Gunner dry fucked me yesterday.”

“What?” Ronan barked, flicking water at Gunner. “You were supposed to keep your hands off her.”

Gunner chuckled mischievously, as if he had outsmarted the smart. “You know if we don’t tell Mikky, then…you know.”

“What are you suggesting?” Ronan pressed.

“Well, we’re alone and ah, no one around and ah, we are good at keeping secrets,” Gunner’s answer was vague, but I knew exactly what he was suggesting.

Ronan was quick to catch on. “I know you can keep a secret, Gunner, but can Riley?”

Gunner’s chuckle was deep-throated and sexy. “Oh, I know she can.”

“Um, excuse me,” I sliced through their dialogue. “Stop talking as if I’m not here. What secret would you like me to keep?”

“This secret,” Ronan replied behind me as his hand soared from the water. He grabbed my face to turn it toward him, and his lovely mouth crashed against mine.

I collapsed into him, arms slung around his neck, legs strapped around his waist, gasping and sighing into his mouth as his hands ran down my spine to my butt cheeks. When something sharply pinched my butt cheek, I broke the kiss to find that it was Gunner, sucking my butt. He dug his fingers into my butt cheeks and parted them slightly, so he could run his tongue up and down my crack, then stopping at my anus, where he wormed a finger inside.

I gasped, gripping Ronan’s shoulders tightly as Gunner was doing things to my butt that I’d never experienced before, but I liked it. Ronan took my face in his hands again and claimed my mouth as my skin felt as though it was on fire and my clit was throbbing, aching for Ronan or Gunner to fuck me.

Even though we were submerged in cold water, the iciness dissipated under the exhilaration of their hands all over me, replaced with heat and lust. Ronan broke the kiss and lowered his head to catch a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it in circles, before sucking and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. My head tipped back and rested on Gunner, who was moving his finger inside my tight hole.

The heat shivered down my inner thighs and lower spine, making my soft core lurched in hunger. “Please,” I gasped desperately, clinging to Ronan. “Fuck me. Someone fuck me.”

“What do you reckon, Gunner?” Ronan’s voice was husky and alluring. “Shall we…?”

Gunner’s lips pressed against my cold cheek. “Can you keep it a secret, Riley?”

“Yes,” I cried out as my breasts heaved under Ronan’s touch. “Yes, please. I can keep a secret.”

Ronan seized my lower lip between his teeth and sucked until I shrieked and my sound echoed over the waterfall. “Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise. Please,” I begged, my voice breaking under the strain of their touch. “Please, Ronan.”

Gunner swept my wet hair aside and peppered cool kisses along my neck and shoulders as his finger still moved inside my tight hole adding to my horniness. “Do you swear you’ll never tell your boss, Mr. Kaiser?”

“I swear,” I cried, wiggling my butt against his finger, so he pushes further inside me.

“Because if you do let slip that we fucked you,” Ronan’s voice was laced with venom and fear shuddered down my spine.

“I swear I won’t say a thing,” I promised as Gunner’s other hand moved further to my front. He pulled his finger from my tight hole and then found my clit and as soon as his naughty fingers touched my tenderness, I screamed out in agony. “I swear.”

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