Page 99 of Hiding Secrets

He growls in his chest, the salty taste of his release hitting my taste buds. He stops there, not moving as the air is blocked from my lungs, his hot cum coating my throat. I try my best to take every last drop, but it's too much and I can’t breathe. I tap his thigh and he pulls out of me. A mixture of tears, spit, and cum coat my lips.

He grabs my cheeks with one hand, “Beautiful.”

Marcus pulls out of me slowly, “Kameron would say gorgeous.”

Hunter turns my face to look at Marcus, “And what would you say?”

“I would say…” He surveys the messy state I’m in, leaning forward and sucking my tongue into his mouth, releasing it only to kiss me for a few more moments. “Stunning.”

I dart my gaze between his eyes, taking in the softness of his features before they firm back up. He clears his throat, scooping up his clothes, and shuffling to get them on as he walks away. “Let me get a towel to clean you up.” He quickly returns with it, wiping me down, and then gathering my clothes and tossing them on my lap. “Here.” He shuffles for a moment, looking uncomfortable in his own skin.

Hunter starts to dress once he sees me doing the same, “Water, Flores. Get her water.” He elbows him as Marcus paces next to us.

“Right, yeah. Water. Water.” He says, tapping his finger in the air and spinning on his feet to the mini fridge, right next to the cabinet he just got the towel from.

I look at Hunter, unsure of what to do or say now. I wasn’t expecting to do this…Hunter and Marcus. I didn’t think Marcus looked at me like that until that kiss. And the drastic switch from loathing to fucking gave me just as much whiplash as it did him.

“Sit back down. You need to rest.”

“No, he’s right.” Marcus returns next to me, uncapping the fresh water bottle and handing it to me. “Drink.”

I take the water, still unable to say anything. Or more like I still have no idea what to even say.

Hunter’s phone goes off and he looks at the caller ID mouthingKameronto us as he answers the call, putting it on speaker phone.

My gut drops at what he’ll think of the whole situation. Marcus shifts in his spot next to me on the bench, wiping his hands on his sweats, letting me know that he feels the exact same way. I know Kameron said he would want this, but with Marcus and Iactuallygiving into–whatever this was. Lust? A hate fuck? Or maybe…something more than that? No matter what it is, it had my heart pounding in my chest.

Before Hunter can even say hello, Kameron’s voice fills the room, “They’re giving me a bride.” His words are hushed and it sounds like running water in the background.

“What?” All three of us exclaim.

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“In two days they want me to pick a bride from their lineup.” I can practically hear Kameron’s molars grinding together, “Two. Fucking. Days.”

“I thought they were waiting for Elliott to return?” I say, cautious of his temperament.

Kameron was all smiles until…well, he wasn’t.

“No, he said he needed to get back to his duties.” Kameron takes a deep breath on the other end of the line. “Marcus? Are you there?”

“Yeah–Ahem–I’m here.” Marcus adjusts in the seat next to Elliott.

I could feel the anxiety rolling off of him.

“Where are you at on getting more information about their security?”

“Closer, but not there yet.”

“Will you be–there yet–in less than two days?”

Marcus looks at me, then back to the phone, “I’ll get there.” He stands, huffing out of the room.

I know Marcus, he’ll be bleeding himself dry to make that happen for Kam.

“Kameron, that’s a big ask.” I try to reason with him.

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