Page 92 of Hunters and Prey

He kissed her on the forehead. “I caught you,” he said, sitting up. He reached for his shirt on the floor and pulled it over his tousled blond hair.

Oh, why’d you have to do that?Cailyn hated to watch him cover his abs. Like a Greek god, he towered over her. There was so much to love about his body, but his ripped abdomen was one of her favorite parts.

She sat up on her elbow. “Caught me doing what?” She reached over to her antique nightstand and put her black-rimmed glasses on. The world abruptly came into focus.

He smirked. “Watching me sleep.”

Laughing, Cailyn rested her head back on her pillow. “You’re crazy.”

He stood and pulled his pants on. “Am I? You’re the loony one, watching me sleep.”

Cailyn rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You’re not that hot.” She lied. He reminded her of Thor. He was that hot.

“Liar,” he said and walked over to her floor-to-ceiling window to gaze out into the early morning sky.

“Maybe,” Cailyn said with a smirk.

Asher climbed back into bed and braced himself over her. His eyes glanced down at her exposed breasts and back to her face, a salacious grin on his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Cailyn kept to herself just how much she adored his blue eyes, hooded with thick dark lashes. His lips were perfectly smooth and full for kissing. As if he could read her mind, Asher leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was glad that she had been able to push the fact that they had been best friends since childhood away long enough to see Asher as a man—a smoking hot man that she couldn’t seem to get enough of.

He was her first and only lover, and she prayed that they would remain together forever.

The thought of losing him frightened her.

The people of Haven Cove called the Alexander family cursed. Cailyn couldn’t disagree. She and her older brother, Hunt, were the last of the Alexander legacy, and they were both cursed in ways most could never imagine.

One more year, though, and she could have the inheritance she needed to escape. She just hoped and prayed she could stay alive that long.

While Asher’s tongue caressed hers, Cailyn ran her hands through his dark blond hair.

He slid his fingers into her panties and she stopped him.

Smiling, she shook her head. “As much as I’d like to go again, I need to get to class.”

“I know. Me too. I have one at nine.” He kissed her again. “Tonight then?”

“Mother will be back by then.”

“Oh yes. I almost forgot. Your mother still treats you like a fifteen-year-old.”

“She just doesn’t want anything to happen to me.”

Cailyn almost felt like a prisoner at times, or worse, a pre-teen prisoner. After her father had died, her mother went off the deep end with her overprotectiveness. She didn’t blame her. Their family had seen more than their fair share of violence over the years. Cailyn’s grandmother had been the last person in the family to die peacefully in bed.

At least, she had her brother, Hunt. He had always watched over and protected her. She pushed away the small, secret voices whispering that his shadow was growing and questioned what his decision would be if it ever came down to her or Olivia.

“I wish you didn’t have to follow her rules. You’re not a little girl anymore.”

“I don’t have to. It just makes it easier for me. Well, most of the time. Plus, she’s still my mother. I think I’ll always at least consider her wishes no matter how old I get,” Cailyn said.

“I think you should move out. Your father left Alexander Hall to Hunt. Where does that leave you?”

“I don’t want to live here forever. I’m just waiting for my inheritance. You know that.”

Asher climbed off of her and picked up his shoes from the floor. “Well, you could come to my place. You could move in with me.”

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