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“You have a very nice dick.” He shakes his head, looking down between our bodies.

His knee spreads my thighs before my body—clearly not understanding the gravity of this situation—wraps my legs around his waist. God!

My body is such a slut for him. “I’ll go slow.

I’ll make you feel good. If you don’t like it, we stop.

Just like that.” As he lays sweet, deceiving kisses against my jaw, I don’t register the pillow Hunter slips under my ass until it’s too late and I’m comfortable.

Everything from the neck up is panicking, while everything from the waist down is so fucking on board right now. “This will help.”

“There isn’t enough lube in the world.”

“Hey.” Looking up, he kisses the corner of my mouth.

“It’s just like my fingers—” I snort. Fingers.

Yeah, right. He blinks those brown eyes at me until I focus.

“You gotta relax.” I look between our bodies.

Unreasonable size aside it is a beautiful dick.

“Okay?” My fingers have a mind of their own, going to his chest and running through the dark hair before tugging his nipples.

Damn, he’s just so beautiful, and I’m going to let him fuck me.

Ripping a condom wrapper with his teeth, he slides it on and then lubes himself up. “Just a second.” I lie back, taking a deep breath and staring at the ceiling. How did I get here? “Okay.”

His palms slide down my calves, squeezing, before I feel him nudge against my hole. I gasp. “Wait!”

“I didn’t even push in.” Covering my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Mark . . . if you don’t want to, that’s okay. We don’t need to.”

No, I’m doing this. It’s only now I realize how much I want this. “I’m okay. Just go slow.” Hunter pushes in and I gasp. Pain burns so bright, flagging my erection. “Fatality.”

Hunter pauses, looking down at me flatly. “Really?”

“Mortal Kombat helps me calm down!”

“Have I ever told you how weird you are?”

“There is a serpent tearing my body in two right now! I’m allowed to be a bit weird!”

“Are you done?”

“Yes, oh fuck.” Swallowing, Hunter takes his time sliding slowly in. My body clenches with each inch. Holy shit. I am going to die here. “Oh my god.”

“You’re doing so well for me.” He peppers kisses along my jaw. “Do you want to stop?”

I cling to him trying to breathe, and although it hurts I shake my head. “Your dick is huge.” I choke into the crook my of arm.

The asshole smirks. “I’d say thank you, but I don’t think that’s a compliment right now.” I squeeze my eyes, breathing through the pain. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I feel like my body is going to break in half.

Yet . . .

I don’t want to stop him. There’s an echo of something that makes me want to keep going.

Some promise of pleasure peeking out from behind all the pain.

Rubbing my thighs, Hunter kisses me, and I claw at his back as he pushes further in.

“I’m in.” The sound he makes when he’s fully inside nearly ends me.

With so much awe in those brown eyes he bites the corner of his lip.

“Fuck, you feel incredible. You did so well for me.” Pausing to let me adjust, he kisses me, and I almost forget about the pain with his lips on mine and his hand wrapped around my dick.

My hand comes up to cup his jaw, feeling the soft hairs of his beard.

He is a lot, but it starts to feel different.

With my legs around his waist, I hum as he flexes inside me.

There’s something there. Something I want to see through. “You okay?”

I nod. “Sorry I’m weird.”

Hunter smiles widely, kissing my forehead. “I like your weird.”

I hold on to his forearms and look down between our bodies. “Go slow.”

Rolling his hips back, he thrusts into me, knocking the air out of my lungs, but he doesn’t stop kissing me . . . distracting me. I relax, groaning against him and moaning louder with every languid roll of his hips. “Okay?”

“Better.” Much better. Steadily, he rocks into me, and my choked gasps morph into little moans.

He winds his arms around me. The contact is so intimate and foreign, I cling to him, turning into his neck and inhaling his scent.

I need more. Hunter must read my mind, as he rises onto his knees and picks up the pace.

Reluctantly I let him go and drink him in as he fucks me.

Broad and built, each line, curve, and muscle of his body honed to perfection.

Dark hair dusts his pecs, spilling down his abs in a delicious line I want to trace with my tongue.

I reach out to touch him, in awe of him.

Hunter is so different than what I’m used to, and I crave him. “Better?”

“So much better,” I admit, and with that Hunter picks up the pace while I chase the heat pooling in my stomach. When he pushes in harder, I clench around him. The searing pain disappears into a mixture of fullness and pleasure that makes my skin heat and my body ache.

Hunter smooths his hands up my thighs to grip my hips.

I’m confused and a little nervous as he tugs me down onto the pillow more, changing the angle of my hips.

He drives into me, and I shatter. “Holy shit!” My back arches.

I clutch my side. With each drag of his cock against that spot I’m going to lose my mind.

“There! Oh, I get it now! I so fucking get it.” I choke.

Holding on to his forearms while he fucks me just the way I need.

Loud moans spill out of my mouth. My stomach tightens.

I feel him everywhere. “This is insane.” Holy shit.

With a groan, I try to bite my lip, but it feels so good I can’t help myself.

I’m moaning, crying out, at one point I think I fucking whimper.

I hope Jamie has headphones on. “Close.”

Racked with feeling, I grab my cock, pumping as he fucks me with zero restraint. “Fuck, baby, look at you. Your body is made for mine.”

“I need it. Fuck, I need something.” My nails bite into his forearm, my other hand sloppily stroking myself.

“I’m going to come. Harder. Harder.” Our skin collides with a loud snap, and I shake, coming so hard I see stars.

Hunter collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his hips rutting into me.

Warmth fills the condom inside me, and I feel a kiss under my ear.

I grab him to me, soothing my hands up his back, into his hair, holding him to me.

I fucking live here now, owned by the man idly rocking inside me.

My palms slide down his back, grabbing his ass feeling it flex with each lazy thrust. I live here now.

I don’t want him to move, to leave me. I tremble slightly, clinging to him.

He kisses my neck, then pulls up, kissing my jaw, the corner of my mouth.

“Seems like you really hated that.” He laughs softly.

“I hope your walls are thick.”

He snorts. “I think he’d have heard us in a soundproof chamber.”

“Asshole.” Kissing my nose, he slips out slowly—’kay, did not like that feeling—then taking off the condom, he goes to his dresser and pulls out a small gym towel. After cleaning me up, he throws it in the hamper beside me before sliding into bed. “Was it okay?”

I roll to face him. My legs are definitely out of commission for the time being. Holy fuck, that was unreal. “Amazing.”

“I was worried I broke you.” Searching his eyes, I want to stay here like this. I want a million moments just like this one.

“It was not great at first. Then it was unreal.” Right now, looking at Hunter, I know what I have to do.

I need to end this. I need to find a way to get Derrick to admit what he did, because this right here .

. . this is everything. Hunter is everything.

“It’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit, swallowing past the lump forming in my throat.

“You okay?” Hunter cups my face, soothing my cheek. “Really, if I hurt you—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Fuck, why do I feel like crying? “It’s just a lot.” I’m terrified. Hunter may by some miracle forgive me if I explain, but I’m not so sure. I’ve done Derrick’s bidding even if I don’t want to. I’m still guilty of hiding the truth from him.

I pack all that bullshit aside, because despite Derrick’s blackmail this right here is so fucking real. It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Laying my head on his chest, exhaustion hits me hard, and I let the rhythm of his heart and warm body lull me slowly to sleep.