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I tsk. “Hunter Bear, something else you should know about me is that when I decide something belongs to me, it simply does.”
“Am I that something?” he growls. His hands slide to my ass and squeeze with force.
“Your black mamba certainly is.” I smirk and grind against it. My lips are an inch from his when his hands slide up my sides to hold me still.
“Opal,” he lets out. My nails sink into his pecs through his shirt.
“What the fuck, Red!” Hunter hisses.
“That’s what you get for saying someone else’s name when your boyfriend is stroking your dick!” I bark.
He fists my hair and yanks my head roughly to the side, offering the curve of my neck to his teeth. His other hand slides inside my jeans and painfully squeezes one butt cheek, fingertips sliding dangerously near the crease. “My boyfriend’s feistiness makes me so damn hard.” His voice drops to an even lower register against my sensitive skin as he rubs the hard bulge in his jeans against me. My brain turns all fizzy with static. “I’m going to enjoy punishing this juicy ass with my teeth and tongue…but later. Now we need to gomeetmy cousin.”
I huff but feel a small tug at the corner of my lips.We.He said we. That means he trusts me more fully. Meeting the cousin he loves must mean that.
His fist loosens around my hair and falls on my now even more bruised neck, his thumb caressing behind my ear.
“What’s this?” he asks, touching the bump there.
“A tracker. Me and my bros have one. It’s a precaution, what we do can turn dangerous at times.”
His jaw ticks, and he slides his fingers out of my jeans. Does that mean he won’t let me insert one under his skin as well? I want to know where he is at all times to protect him and be sure he’s safe while I’m busy doing other things. But now doesn’t seem the right moment to ask.
I stand up and move to my wardrobe to change my dirty clothes while he goes to the sink to wash a little.
When I’m ready, we walk into the garage. “Choose one,” I tell him, pointing at the cars. My Hyundai Kona and Fiat 500 are charging since they are electric cars. Then there’s the black Jeep Gladiator and the red Hyundai Linda bought me for as a birthday present a few years back.
Hunter just keeps staring ahead with an unreadable expression. “Problem?”
“How rich are you, Red?”
“Less than Scrooge McDuck, more than Bill Gates,” I joke.
He cusses and looks very unhappy. Uh, that’s a first. “What’s wrong?”
“I can barely pay taxes on my house. I…”
It can’t be.“Let me get this straight. You’re okay with me killing bad people, but you don’t like the fact that I have more money than you?”
“Don’t joke about this. It’s serious.” He looks down, like he’s…embarrassed? Fuck. A wave of deep affection swamps my body. He so fucking mine, I feel lightheaded and have to force the insane, joyful laugh down. Because he needs me to put some sense in that stupid and handsome head of his.
“Hunter Bear, can you please look at me?” I wait until he does. “I thought I was quite clear when I said you belong to me. It’s done. No way out. My senses and my dick chose you at first, but the rest of me caught up fairly quick.”
“Ramiel.” My name sounds like a prayer on his lips…or a curse. Is there really a difference between the two?
“Besides, you are the rich one here. You own my juicy ass, don’t you?”
He grabs my nape and kisses my forehead, breathing warmly on my skin. “That I do.”
“So choose a car, we are in a hurry, if you remember. They are all bulletproof, no motorcycle for you until there’s no more hit on your head.”
A few minutes later, Hunter is driving my Jeep Gladiator with me next to him.
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HUNTER
“Stop wiggling. And you’re still pouting. I told you, I’ll fuck you later,” I tell Ramiel as I turn into the Costco parking lot; his Jeep Gladiator is so fucking smooth to drive. I can easily get used to this. At this time of night, there’s nobody around.
