Page 184 of Between Hate and Desire

Hunter laughs, reaching for his phone, then clicks on the message. “Both. I doubt she’s put her down since you dropped her off.”

“Well, Alison is still too young to do anything except demand to be held, fed, or changed. Although she loves to kick her little legs and arms and pull my hair.”

He shows me the few photos, and we bothawwat how cute they are. Mrs. Locke loves being a grandma, and I know it doesn’t erase the pain of what happened to Brandon, but it’s definitely brought us closer to healing.

“Can’t say I blame her for that one,” Hunter taunts, grabbing a loose strand and yanking. “I might’ve dreamed about it a time or two.”

“Oh, is that so?” I hitch a leg over his waist and pull myself on top of him. “What else have you fantasized about?”

Hunter’s eyes widen as he tosses his phone, then plants his hands on my waist. His hips arch, and his dick pushes between my legs. “Fuck,” he drawls the word out. “Are you about to make one of them come true?”

I smirk, leaning down to kiss him. “I might.”

“Don’t mess with me, woman,” he growls. “I wanted to wake you up hours ago and have my way with you, but I figured you’d kick me in the dick again and tell me to fuck off.”

“That was one time!” I laugh against his mouth.

“Technically, it was two,” he corrects. “But I’m willing to let it go on one condition.”

“Hmm…” I grind against him, knowing it’s driving him crazy.

“You better stop that,” he warns, holding my hips in place.

I chuckle, loving this playful side of him so damn much. “And what would that be?”

“You come on my cock right fucking now,” he blurts out the words in a husky voice.

I pretend to contemplate it, and when I don’t respond right away, Hunter brings his hand to my ass and smacks it.

“Fine!” I yelp, laughing.

Shifting, I take his dick in my hand, stroke him a few times, then slowly slide down on him. His face contorts, his lips part, and then his head falls back when he’s completely inside.

“Christ, Lennon,” he moans. “Why do you feel so damn good?”

I love how much I affect him. I want to prove to him how much I want and love him, especially after everything we’ve been through.

With my hands braced on his chest, our bodies rock together into oblivion. Every slap to my ass encourages me to go faster, harder, and take him deeper. I love watching his face, how every move affects him, but he has no idea what he’s doing to me. When I lean down to kiss his lips, he rests a hand on each side of my face gently and kisses me so damn deeply and passionately, it brings me over the edge.

I moan his name as I ride out my release, and then I lean all the way back until my hands rest on his thighs and grind my hips against him as fast as possible. As soon as Hunter rubs my clit, my head falls back as we race toward another wave of pleasure. I scream out his name, begging for more, unable to control the sounds that come out of my mouth with every thrust.

Hunter grunts and growls, pushing his hips into me as he comes hard. His entire body flexes, the cords of his neck tighten while his fingers dig into my legs. God, the man is raw perfection.

I collapse on top of him, and he wraps his strong arms around me as we both pant to catch our breaths. He shifts us to our sides with our legs still tangled together.

“Not even gonna lie,” he starts. “Fucking love hearing you scream my name.”

I’m still trying to steady my breathing but chuckle at his admission. “Don’t get used to it. Pretty sure that performance would wake up the baby. Hell, probably the entire apartment complex.”

“So what you’re saying is we’re gonna need to put a gag in your mouth to muffle the noise?”

His naughty thoughts make me blush. “You’re straight-up dirty, aren’t you?” I tease, digging my heel into his ass to bring him closer.

“You have no idea the inappropriate thoughts I’ve had about you.” He leans in and bites my bottom lip.

“If I have to be muffled, then so do you.” I wrap my hand around his neck and kiss him. “It’s only fair.”

“I’d be on board with that.” He winks.

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