Page 69 of Twisted Minds

I barely breathe. I just watch him as I roll my hips onto him. Something shifts inside me. Wrapping his arms around my body, he tugs me flush against him. My arms wrap around hisneck. His chest presses to mine, and I can feel his heartbeat. My cock leaks trapped between us.

Leaning in, he licks the seam of my lips lazily. I let him in, craving it. He kisses me slowly, indulging in the taste and feel of us, groaning deep into my mouth as my walls hug his cock. The angle of this position perfectly brushes my prostate. Sparks fly across my chest. I feel warm and light. My climax moves like a freight train. My movements become desperate. The friction of our bodies makes my cock jerk between us. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

My walls tighten around him and he tenses, crying out as warmth fills me. I sigh, loving the feeling of being so full of this man. I crave this. Hunter shakes, or maybe it’s me. It’s so quiet in this room right now, except for our panting, and the sound of our breaths makes me shiver. “I could get so used to this,” Hunter whispers before pressing a kiss against my mouth.

His palms lay flat against my back, massaging me in slow circles. I can’t speak, can’t think. The feel of Hunter inside me still is a comfort I never knew I needed. My throat catches and I say the most selfish thing I can think of.

“I love you.”

Hunter blinks, and I almost wish he’d reject me, but I know the instant Hunter’s eyes simmer, I’m in trouble. I’m done for. Hunter presses a kiss to me before his hand cups my face, and I wonder what he’s looking at or what he could possibly find inside me that could make him say what he’s about to.

“I love you too.” I shatter and hate myself more than I ever have. Winding my arms around his neck, I press my face into his throat, trying to hide my burning eyes and the tears that threaten them. “You’re mine.” His hands continue to smooth my back. “All mine, baby.”

I want to float away and disappear, but his arms are like an anchor holding me here in the moment. So many things cometo mind, but words choke in my throat. Instead, I press a kiss to his neck, frowning when Hunter gently lifts me off and lays me beside him. He holds me there until our breaths even out.

Light warms his room as my eyes flutter open, and a smile instantly springs to my face. My palm runs the length of his chest while I rest my head against his arm, giving his bicep a kiss. I indulge because what’s about to come my way is going to be my personal little hell on earth. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t.

I’ve been bouncing back and forth between scenarios. The favorable one with Hunter completely understanding and then trying to help me catch Derrick is my favorite option. Unfortunately, I deal with science and facts, and I know he’ll be hurt. Crushed even. It doesn’t matter that my feelings are real and always have been. The intention will still be there. Hunter may second-guess everything, so I have to prepare myself for the inevitable fallout, but I can’t let go of his warmth right now.

I can’t let go of him.

I don’t want to let go of him.

I’ve never been this happy or at peace in my life, and it’s only been less than two months. I can’t imagine my life without him. Idly I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, watching him lightly snore and peacefully tracing circles around one of his nipples. My lips quirk up. Fuck, I love him.

I’ve never been in love, but I know that’s what I feel.

Derrick got his wish, but it backfired in the biggest way. I’m not sure what the fallout from this is going to look like, but I can only hope Hunter understands me. We all have a common enemy, and all of us want Derrick to do time. Real time.

Everything started with a dare, but what I feel is very, very real.

I reach out, brushing the side of his face and smoothing over his short beard. My fingers tingle as they move over his throat and collarbone. I pause before my path skims over his chest. His skin is so hot, he’s always so warm. It’s like having my own personal furnace bringing me warmth where I’ve been cold for so long.

My fingers move down, brushing his nipple, and I smile when I feel it harden under my fingertips. Tracing a path down, I run my fingers down the center of his abs—I like his body hair, like how masculine he feels—and pause right above the sheet draped over his hips. My thumb dips under, smoothing over his skin then through the black curls above his cock.

Hunter’s eyes blink open and he turns his head to look at me before looking down at my fingers. “Morning.” His deep voice is rough with sleep. I feel that gravelly tone everywhere. Everything this man does or says sends blood buzzing in my veins.

“Morning, babe.”

“Say it.” Hunter gives me a sleepy smile, his eyes at half-mast. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Hunter rolls onto his side, taking me in his arms and kissing my neck. My fingers find his hair. I breathe in the scent of his warm skin. “You know what.”

Chewing the corner of my lip, I smile. “I love you.”

“Again.” He kisses me right under my ear. I feel the thrum of his heart as he presses to me. “Just one more time.”

Fuck, I’ll say it a million times every day if he needs me to. “I love you,” I whisper before his lips collide with mine. Morning breath be damned, I don’t care, and neither does he.

Finally, he pulls back with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “I love you back.”

“I don’t want to get up.”

“Neither do I.” We’re in an awkward spot. I want to stay another night, but Jamie doesn’t exactly hide how much he hates having me here. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

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