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twenty-four

Mark

A s we make out on his bed, all the bad things that are happening fade into nothing. It’s just us. Here. Hunter’s arms wrap around me, and he slowly grinds that beautiful dick against me. I want him. I need it.

I place my palms on his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress and straddling his waist. “What are you doing?” I love the breathless tone and the heat in those dark eyes that I put there.

“I want to try being on top.”

“On top?” he whispers.

“Yeah.” I grin, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips before raining them down his jaw. My teeth scrape lightly against his neck. Hunter shivers, and I love being the cause. I can’t believe I’m the cause.

“Lube?” Hunter’s breath stutters as I kiss my way down his throat.

Lifting onto his elbows, he nods toward his nightstand, and leaning over, I open the drawer and grab his lube, leaving the condoms. After he fucked me bare against my mirror we haven’t used them. The feel of him inside me, having nothing between us, feels so fucking good.

Setting the tiny bottle next to him, I reach behind my back and take off my shirt. The way Hunter’s eyes light up on me makes my stomach dip. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. I’ve always been this small, skinny new kid that everyone gawks at.

Hunter lifts up, taking his shirt off, and I drink him in. Olive skin. Dark dusting of hair on his pecs running down like a trail and leading into his pants. I flick my fingers on the button, watching them fall open a bit.

My thumbs rub circles around his nipples before I trail a hand down over his body, over every ridge and hard line of his stomach.

Hunter grins wide—it’s devastating. He’s so fucking beautiful.

He tugs me forward and I’m already helping, lifting my legs as he takes off my sweats. I hadn’t even bothered with briefs.

Hunter groans, squeezing my hips. “Get over here.” As he’s pulling my ass up his body, it takes me a second to realize just where Hunter’s desired location for my ass is.

Right on his face. I adjust, planting my knees on either side of his head, and my cock hangs right before his lips.

Darting out his tongue, he looks feral. “Perfect cock.” He wraps his lips around me, making my legs buckle as he savors me. His fingernails dig into my ass.

“Shit.” Slowly he sucks me, making me whine and shake, “More.” Hunter’s eyes darken. Sucking me hard, taking me to the back of his throat, he gags slightly before pulling me out of his lips. Precum drips from my crown. He laps the tip, then sucks on my head.

His fingers join the party after I hear the click of a cap.

He dips his fingers between my cheeks, and I push back against him.

“Please.” I don’t care how desperate I am for this.

I need it. My hands land on his shoulders and my hips roll back against his prodding fingers.

My cock slides along his chest leaving a sticky mess.

Sucking in a breath, his fingers slip inside, and I ride them, not caring how desperate I look.

“You’re gorgeous.” It’s a whisper but it hits like a gunshot to my heart.

I almost wish I didn’t hear him. It’s not true for one, and two, I don’t deserve it.

Pushing his fingers deeper, Hunter rubs that spot, making me see stars.

My thighs tremble, my body buzzing with the first promise of release.

“Hunter, please—”

“You want it? Tell me what you want.”

“You . . . I want you.” I love you . I bite my tongue. The action nearly kills me, but I want to tell him. He is mine. Hunter lifts his hips with me on his lap, pulling his pants down. I can’t help but look behind me. He’s fit, built, finely muscled. His cock juts up, rubbing against my ass.

Hunter slicks himself up, and reaching behind, I grab his cock, lifting over him and lining him up with my hole.

Taking my time, I slide down his length before adjusting to being so full.

The pain from the first few times fades quickly now.

It’s not even something I think about. A minor annoyance that breaks into bliss so fast it seizes my lungs.

“You feel so good.” Hunter’s fingers cup my face, and I roll my hips in a rhythm that’s slow and torturous, wrecking us both.

Hunter sits up, kissing my lips as I sit in his lap, rolling back on every thick inch of him. “Fuck—” I grunt against him as he adjusts me on his lap to take him deeper, hitting that spot inside me.

Nose to nose.

Lips to lips.

I barely breathe. I just watch him as I roll my hips onto him. Something shifts inside me. Wrapping his arms around my body, he tugs me flush against him. My arms wrap around his neck. His chest presses to mine, and I can feel his heartbeat. My cock leaks trapped between us.

Leaning in, he licks the seam of my lips lazily.

I let him in, craving it. He kisses me slowly, indulging in the taste and feel of us, groaning deep into my mouth as my walls hug his cock.

The angle of this position perfectly brushes my prostate.

Sparks fly across my chest. I feel warm and light.

My climax moves like a freight train. My movements become desperate.

The friction of our bodies makes my cock jerk between us.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

My walls tighten around him and he tenses, crying out as warmth fills me.

I sigh, loving the feeling of being so full of this man.

I crave this. Hunter shakes, or maybe it’s me.

It’s so quiet in this room right now, except for our panting, and the sound of our breaths makes me shiver.

“I could get so used to this,” Hunter whispers before pressing a kiss against my mouth.

His palms lay flat against my back, massaging me in slow circles. I can’t speak, can’t think. The feel of Hunter inside me still is a comfort I never knew I needed. My throat catches and I say the most selfish thing I can think of.

“I love you.”

Hunter blinks, and I almost wish he’d reject me, but I know the instant Hunter’s eyes simmer, I’m in trouble.

I’m done for. Hunter presses a kiss to me before his hand cups my face, and I wonder what he’s looking at or what he could possibly find inside me that could make him say what he’s about to.

“I love you too.” I shatter and hate myself more than I ever have. Winding my arms around his neck, I press my face into his throat, trying to hide my burning eyes and the tears that threaten them. “You’re mine.” His hands continue to smooth my back. “All mine, baby.”

I want to float away and disappear, but his arms are like an anchor holding me here in the moment.

So many things come to mind, but words choke in my throat.

Instead, I press a kiss to his neck, frowning when Hunter gently lifts me off and lays me beside him.

He holds me there until our breaths even out.

Light warms his room as my eyes flutter open, and a smile instantly springs to my face.

My palm runs the length of his chest while I rest my head against his arm, giving his bicep a kiss.

I indulge because what’s about to come my way is going to be my personal little hell on earth. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t.

I’ve been bouncing back and forth between scenarios.

The favorable one with Hunter completely understanding and then trying to help me catch Derrick is my favorite option.

Unfortunately, I deal with science and facts, and I know he’ll be hurt.

Crushed even. It doesn’t matter that my feelings are real and always have been.

The intention will still be there. Hunter may second-guess everything, so I have to prepare myself for the inevitable fallout, but I can’t let go of his warmth right now.

I can’t let go of him.

I don’t want to let go of him.

I’ve never been this happy or at peace in my life, and it’s only been less than two months.

I can’t imagine my life without him. Idly I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, watching him lightly snore and peacefully tracing circles around one of his nipples. My lips quirk up. Fuck, I love him.

I’ve never been in love, but I know that’s what I feel.

Derrick got his wish, but it backfired in the biggest way. I’m not sure what the fallout from this is going to look like, but I can only hope Hunter understands me. We all have a common enemy, and all of us want Derrick to do time. Real time.

Everything started with a dare, but what I feel is very, very real.

I reach out, brushing the side of his face and smoothing over his short beard.

My fingers tingle as they move over his throat and collarbone.

I pause before my path skims over his chest. His skin is so hot, he’s always so warm.

It’s like having my own personal furnace bringing me warmth where I’ve been cold for so long.

My fingers move down, brushing his nipple, and I smile when I feel it harden under my fingertips.

Tracing a path down, I run my fingers down the center of his abs—I like his body hair, like how masculine he feels—and pause right above the sheet draped over his hips.

My thumb dips under, smoothing over his skin then through the black curls above his cock.

Hunter’s eyes blink open and he turns his head to look at me before looking down at my fingers. “Morning.” His deep voice is rough with sleep. I feel that gravelly tone everywhere. Everything this man does or says sends blood buzzing in my veins.

“Morning, babe.”

“Say it.” Hunter gives me a sleepy smile, his eyes at half-mast. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Hunter rolls onto his side, taking me in his arms and kissing my neck. My fingers find his hair. I breathe in the scent of his warm skin. “You know what.”

Chewing the corner of my lip, I smile. “I love you.”

“Again.” He kisses me right under my ear. I feel the thrum of his heart as he presses to me. “Just one more time.”