Page 71 of Twisted Minds

“Okay.” I turn to the bed, smiling as Hunter slap my ass.

Tomorrow, after the party, Hunter will know everything.

I have one day left. “You want to shower with me?” he asks. I nod, because of course I do. If I could make it illegal for him to wear clothing ever, I’d do it. I soak in the heated look he gives me as his eyes drift over my body.

In the shower we wash each other and trade another round of lazy orgasms. I can’t keep my hands off him. Since last night and what I confessed to him, it’s like this wildfire inside my chest has only worsened. I soak him in, his warmth and words. I’ll enjoy every second of the next twenty-four hours, and with any luck this won’t end here.

twenty-five

Mark

“Mark!”

Jesus. Noah, drunk as ever, flops into my arms. I nearly drop him. “Hey, maybe slow down on the drinks.” I’ve only had one, my attention unfortunately all on my friend.

Noah shakes his head, pushing up and off me. “Oh my god, Mom, go have a drink. Relax. Fuck your hot boyfriend.” Noah wiggles his fingers at Hunter in what I think is meant to be a wave. “Hi, hot boyfriend.”

Hunter waves back timidly, almost as over this as I am. “Slow down, alright.” Sloshed as fuck, Noah shakes his head, stumbling slightly on the upswing.

“I’m going to mingle. Happy birthday to me!!” Noah gives me another hug. “I’ll find you in a bit.”

“Please be careful.” Noah just blows me a kiss, walking off through the crowd. Turning to Hunter, I can tell he’s uncomfortable. The loud thump of the bass is even starting to make me sick. “You hate this, huh?”

“What?” he yells over the music.

Looking around, I spot a door, and grabbing Hunter’s hand, I tug him through the crowd. I have one night left before I tell him everything. I’m going to make it a good one. I just hope that when I come clean and tell him everything, he’ll somehow forgive me. I have to believe that, because if I let my mind linger anywhere else it feels paralyzing.

Needing some fresh air, he follows me out the door, and I breathe in relief as the cool air hits me. The loud music disappears as we follow a path out the back yard. I know Noah’s rich, but this isrichrich. This house he’s rented is huge. I have no idea who it belongs to, but I do not want to be here when they come back.

“Sorry, I just don’t like loud parties. Not my thing.”

“Yeah, me neither. Noah’s persuasive, though, and it is his birthday party.”

“You care about him a lot.”

Walking through the garden, I see a gazebo, going to it and stepping inside. “Just as a friend. I promise. He’s my best friend.”

“Damn, friends with benefits to friends to besties, huh?” Hunter sits, patting his lap, and I take the opportunity to straddle him. Winding my arms around his neck, I give him a quick kiss and try desperately to forget what I have to do tomorrow. It’s been almost two months, but Hunter has completely changed my life. I’m not ready to let go, but I have to. If we’re going to catch Derrick, I need help.

The pitch-black sky is dotted with stars. It’s cool tonight but not terrible, and it feels so perfect. “I love you.” The words catch me off guard and I swallow.

Fuck, I hope he means that.

Leaning in, I kiss him, getting lost in his taste and the masculine scent of his body. He hugs me closer against his chestand I just want time to stop. I love him so much and I am so afraid of losing this.

“I can’t imagine being without you.” I may have to be, though, come tomorrow.

“Nothing could make me stop loving you.”

Oh, I’m not so sure about that. “You don’t mean that.”

“I’m not saying you can’t hurt me, but I am saying it would be impossible to stop feeling this way.” Leaning in, I press my lips to his, rolling my tongue over his. I hate myself but I need him. “Why don’t we go back inside and find a room?”

Back in the house we sneak through the crowd, finding stairs ahead. Hunter grabs my ass as we run up the stairs, and as my feet hit the top step, he picks me up, pressing me into the wall. “Stop!” I shriek with a laugh as he holds me steady. “Room. We need—” My words die as his lips land on my neck.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” Hunter’s hungry mouth devours my skin. “It’s impossible to stop touching you.” My hands dig into his hair as we grind our bodies together. The thumping bass fades in the background.

“We need to—” A sound breaks through the lust. It’s soft but I hear it. A whimper. “Hunter.”

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