Page 70 of Bad Love

It’s a warning as every press of his body builds me up, spins me tighter. It's all I can think about. He thrusts again, making me gasp, my eyes squeezedshut.

His hand finds my hair, tugging my head back to meet his filthy gaze. His forehead’s damp with sweat—his or mine, I don’t know. I come like that, my body arched, his eyes full of sex andheat.

I clench around his cock and feel his groan as much as I hear it. The shockwaves of pleasure roll over me, starting at my core and radiating through every nerve in my fingers, mytoes.

Then Hunter's coming too. I feel heat deep inside me, the shaking of his hard thighs against my ass. The hand in my hair loosens, and I collapseforward.

I'm wrecked. I might have marks from him on the outside, but none of that registers as deeply as the satisfaction on the inside that'snew.

It's startlingly intimate, his breath mingling with mine as we stare at each other through half-liddedeyes.

Hunter andI…

No.

But we did, and itwas…

Wow.

We're still like that when my phonerings.

I almost hit Dismiss, but it's a ringtone I rarely hear. "Hello?"

"Your mother. She's fallen. She was sodisoriented.”

I'm scrambling off Hunter, his gaze looking surprised, as my father's voice comes through thephone.

His panic is horrifying. I’ve never heard my dad sound thisscared.

“I didn't know who else to call. Your brothers aren’taround—"

“Of course, Dad. Just take a breath. It’s going to be fine.” I'm adjusting my clothes as fast as I can. "I'll be rightthere."

I hang up, righting my shirt and tucking in thehem.

"What is it?" Hunter demands, reaching for my arms. "Slowdown."

I can't feel his hands because my body's numb. "An accident. My mom had a fall. She wasdisoriented."

"Broken bones? A concussion? Stroke?" Hunter rattles off half a dozen questions that have me shaking my head and squeezing my eyesshut.

"I don't know. But I have togo."

The car stops, and I buzz down the window to see we've arrived at our destination. I shoot straight up. "Rory. I can't get him fromschool."

Hunter follows me out of the car, adjusting his own clothes somewhere along the line, and shadows me while I call Rory's after-school care. She tells me she can't keep him late tonight. I try Rena too but don't get an answer. She's probably inmeetings.

"I can doit."

I turn to see Hunter's serious face. "Dowhat?"

"Watch Rorytonight."

I stare himdown.

It's wrong to even consider it. But by the time I get there and come back, it'll be dinner time. Rory's in school, then at after-school care untilfive.

He'd only be with Hunter for an hour. Twotops.

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