Page 16 of The Truths We Seek

“He’s awake and he’s asking for you.”

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Hunter has been in the hospital a week and I’ve barely left his room since I recovered from my drug-induced coma. Knowing that he’s here because of Trent, because of me… I just…

They’ve both told me repeatedly that it’s not my fault, but the voice that lives in my head doesn’t believe them.

Meyer left us an hour ago to go handle something with Rory and I’ve been lying here beside Hunter because every time I’ve tried to move, even in his sleep, his arm tightens on me. The doctor said earlier that he’d be able to come home in a few days, which is good, because when Rory first told me what happened to him, I was terrified he wouldn’t make it.

I still don’t know everything about the Trent situation, but I’ve been trying to focus on Hunter. They would’ve told me if there was anything else urgent I needed to know, that much I trust.

But the doctors said Hunter’s healing is almost miraculous. He laughed and said he always knew he was basically a god, but also, apparently, he’s always healed from stuff quickly. Though he did mention he’s never been in this bad a way before either, so he didn’t know if his super power would work.

I swear, that entire conversation, I’m not sure who rolled their eyes harder, me or the doctor. Meyer and Rory just laughed along with Hunter, like this is par for the course in their life.

“How is it that, even with this many drugs in my system, waking up with you pressed against me still makes me rock hard, Angel?”

His voice is thick with sleep as I tip my head back to look up at him, a wry grin on my face to match the cheeky one on his. “Hunter Myers, you are incorrigible.”

“Maybe so, but I’ve been in this bed without tasting you for far too long.”

A devilish thought takes me and I wonder if I’m not only bold enough, but stealthy enough to get away with it.

Sliding from the bed, I go and make sure the door is locked before flipping the blinds on the window so no one can see in.

“What are you up to, Angel?” he asks, curiosity and an edge of laughter in his tone.

“Well, there’s no way you’re going to taste me,” I say softly, glancing around the room to make sure there are no cameras. I don’t see any, so I move back toward the bed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t taste you.”

Removing the sheets from his legs, he tears off the gown he’s wearing so he’s lying there, naked, save for the bandages still covering his wounds. I bite my lip for a second, wondering if this is a good idea with him still healing.

“Don’t you back down now, you little minx. I’m good.” His dick bobs, almost as if nodding its agreement, and I laugh softly. “Get that pretty ass of yours up here and kiss me. Better yet, get naked first.”

I make quick work of my white summer dress, kicking off my sandals in a hurry to avoid giving myself too much time to backpedal. We both need this, a little lightness in this dark tunnel of scary events.

With one last quick glance at the door, I face Hunter in only my matching panties and bra before crawling into the bed with him.

His moan is long and loud, like the mere touch of my skin is enough to make him come.

Well, he's gonna have to hold off because I have plans for him and that hard, thick cock resting against his abs.

"Well, I think you said something about… a taste test?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he nods his chin to his dick just as I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze enough to make the breath woosh out through his parted lips.

"Always so impatient." I murmur, my attention too focused on how fucking gorgeous his cock is in my hand. Strong and bold, a red tint at the base of his head where I'm guessing most of his blood is pumping.

I love the power I hold over him, knowing that every move I make could be his undoing.

"Only when it comes to you, Angel." I love that and I'm sure he knows it.

Darting my tongue out, I lick up the bead of pre-cum at the slit of his cock head before wrapping my lips around it and sucking enough to earn me a deep rumble of a groan.

Emboldened, I lean in closer, taking him more and more as his cock slowly slides to the back of my throat before I pull back and lock eyes with him.

"Don't move." It's silly, really… where the fuck is he going to go?

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Shimmying out of my panties, I pop the latches on my bra off and straddle Hunter's lap, backwards. It's not exactly a sixty-nine position but he's got access to me while I feast on his cock and he doesn't waste time putting his hands on me.

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