Page 29 of Hunted, Season Three

One stumble step backwards is followed by his head lolling, voice bellowing, and blazing bursts being released onto our extended tongues.

Him coming gets us coming.

And hollering.

And howling.

And bathing in the barbarousness that onlywecan bring out in each other.

Chapter 6

Kipp

Bunny loudly hisses prompting me to frantically fold forward in panic.“You okay?!” My sitting on the arm of couch position threatens to completely change.“Baby driver okay?!”

“Like the movie?”Garcia questions from the kitchen table where he’s sitting across from Nolan.“You’re gonna name your baby, baby?”

“No,” my boyfriend and I grump in unison.

“And we’re not gonna name it after someone inThe Fast and Furiousfranchise either,” Bunny gripes on a small glare in my direction.

“Less no,” I playfully poke back.“Brian, Dominic, and Diesel are all still on the table.”

“I like Dominic,” Garcia needlessly informs.

And nowthat’soff the table.

He’snot the father.

He doesn’t get a fucking say.

It’s bad enough I already hear the words “godfather” and “uncle” booming in my brain like someone pushed fucking bass boost.

Bunny winces a second time, returning my full attention to where she’s stretched out on our couch.“What’s wrong?!What do you need?!Another pillow?!Another blanket?!A mint?!”

“You werenotexaggerating,” Val snickers under her breath at the same time she stops spreading thick goop on Bunny’s bruised stomach.“He really is a hoverboard.”

An unexpected idea about tweaking and racing those like cars leads to me tossing a mirthful glimpse over at Nolan who immediately grunts, “No.”

“But-”

“My ass is too old and too unstable for that shit.”He begins to lift his coffee mug to his lips.“I have enough fuckin’ problems trying to balance your ass and hers in the shower without tippin’ the fuck over.”

“Too old for shower sex, Ace?”Garcia helplessly teases.

“Too uncoordinated for small spaces.”

“Wrong on both accounts,” devilishness grows in my grin, “Sir.”

Hunger undeniably makes itself seen in his stare prior to him wolfishly licking his lips and indulging in a sip of whatever’s left in his cup.“Grab me another?”

I prepare to object over the need to stay at Bunny’s side when she unhappily sighs, “FortheloveofFerrari,pleasseeeego to the kitchen.”Her eyes briefly shut.“Please, give Val some space to do her damn job.”

The job she’s doingoffthe clock.

Offthe record.

With her own weird, portable tools.

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