Page 67 of Regret

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re weird.”

“So I’ve been told numerous times.” She opened the sliding door and stepped onto the deck. “Now, if you don’t bring those glasses, I’ll be drinking out of the bottle soon.”

She placed the bottle on the side of the pool and took off the robe before stepping into the cool water. It was soothing to her body. Hunter sure as hell gave it to her rough and hard, exactly the way she liked it. She was achy all over, but the good kind of ache. The satisfied kind of ache.

Because of her past, and the fact that she was constantly running for her life, Scarlet hadn’t had a lot of lovers. The few men she did sleep with were nothing more than one-night stands—kind of like the rule Hunter had, only it wasn’t a set rule for her. That was just the way it was. She had no other choice. But one thing was for sure, none of them came close to Hunter.

He totally pushed the envelope, giving her much more than she bargained for. Just by looking at him she knew he would be a fucking devil in bed, but she didn’t know exactly how bad. Good bad. Awesome bad. Fucking mind blowing bad.

The moment she slapped him, she’d taken one hell of a chance. Hunter was a control freak, the dominant type. And when she hit him across the face, she knew it could go either way. Lucky for her, it went exactly the way she wanted it to. He embraced it, the pain, the fury, the lust. The way his eyes darkened, the way his cock pulsed in her hand after her palm connected with his face, he relished everything she gave him. After that, the heat between them got ramped up to a scorching level. Just thinking about the bone numbing, spine tingling, stars seeing climax that ripped through her body while he was inside her had her all turned on again.

“Why are you naked in the pool?”

She looked up at Hunter towering over her from behind. “I forgot to buy swimwear.”

“Yet you bought six bags of lingerie and you don’t even wear underwear.”

“Shut up and pour me some whiskey.”

He shot her a half smile and poured their drinks. Scarlet stared out over the ocean admiring the view. The sun had set and the moon was casting the most beautiful shimmer over the ripples of the water. Scenes like this could make one easily forget about all the evil in the world, all the pain and turmoil. To watch the waves softly crash on to the sand, and see lovers walk hand in hand on the beach made it seem like everything was right in the world.

“He probably comes here often.”

“Who?” Hunter placed her glass next to her.

“Adam. With a house like this, he’s probably here every damn weekend.”

There was a rustle behind her and Hunter got into the pool—naked. She shot him a questioning look.

He shrugged. “Why should you have all the fun?”

“If I remember correctly, you had a hell of a lot of fun yourself, Batman.”

“I didn’t hear you moan. Oh yes, you did moan. Fucking loud. I think the neighbors are smoking a cigarette right now.”

For the first time in years, Scarlet felt her cheeks flush. Dear God, she was blushing. Since when did she fucking blush? Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

“Oh my God, Scar? Are you blushing?”

Goddammit.

She reached for her cheek. “I told you I turn into a prawn when I’m hot.”

“It’s not hot.”

“Well, aren’t you Mr. Fucking Observant?”

Hunter snickered next to her, and she couldn’t help but smile herself. Oh God, were they having a moment? It felt like they were having a moment.

After emptying his glass, Hunter placed it on the side of the pool. “And the answer to your question is no. Adam doesn’t come here often.”

“What? Why?”

“That man has more money and dick than brains. His life is just one big fuck-fest filled with women and bourbon.”

“Lucky man.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to save his ass from murderous husbands and obsessed women? That man whore is probably my biggest damn client.”

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