Page 36 of Sunrises & Salvation
“Night, Hunt. I hope your birthday was amazing.”
It was, and I want to tell her how amazing it was. I got myfirst kisson my birthday. A kiss that I will cherish, and no matter how much I want to scrub it from my mind, I will never be able to. Because this birthday has changed how I feel about celebrating, whether Adam is here with me or not.
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ADAM
The movie finishes, but I can still feel the high from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. There aren’t many ways I can get that same feeling, but action movies and kissing the man beside me are two of my favorites.
Hunter’s parents announce they’re going to bed while the credits roll in the background. I’m about to be alone. All alone with Hunter, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off him.
Him and his soft lips, pretty brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful.
The silence in the room is deafening after they leave, both of us sitting on the couch with our sides pressed together but not moving. We’ll have to unfold the couch at some point, but I’m content to sit close to him until he’s ready to move. It’s his birthday, so if he wants to keep celebrating with just the two of us, I’m more than willing.
Fuck, I’m eager.
The feelings he draws out of me aren’t ones I’m used to, and I’m slightly terrified by how much power he has over me.
I can’t wait to spoil him with gifts and experiences. All the books his heart desires, trips to places he wants to see.
“We can’t do that anymore,” Hunter finally blurts out, disrupting my thoughts.
“What do you mean, wecan’t?”
“Exactly what I said. We, me and you, cannot do that again. I won’t do that to Danielle.”
“Danielle won’t care, she’ll understand.” She has to understand, because she knows exactly what position we’re in.
“So you’ll break up with her? To be with me,” he clarifies, and I have to swallow past the lump in my throat.
“It’s not that easy, Collins.” I need him to understand, I need him to know that if I were given the choice, I would pick him. A million times over, I would pick him.
He rolls his eyes and stands up. I grab his arm, pulling him right back down, but this time into my lap. His back is to my front, and I try to maneuver him around to face me. It’s not easy when he’s resisting. But finally, I get him turned around so I can look into his eyes.
“Please, Collins. I will tell you everything.”One day, I mentally add because I’m not ready to spill all my deepest, darkest secrets yet. “And I promise you, Danielle will be okay with us.” We just can’t be out in public or let anyone know.
He shakes his head, and I’m losing him before I’ve even truly had him. I’m feeling reckless, and the road my thoughts are going down isn’t good for either of us.
There’s an appeal to kidnapping him, keeping him with me at all times, and never letting him get away from me. I’ve always been selfish.
“No. Adam. I can’t. I won’t.”
I refuse to give up this easily, but I can’t push him too hard. He needs to be guided, not shoved, into new territory.
“Can we at least have tonight?” I lean in close to him, his eyelashes fluttering closed and then snapping open. He looks hesitant, but I can see the longing in his eyes as well.
Just say yes.
He bites his lip, and the combination of the dimple and the scar on his lip has me throwing caution to the wind. The need to show him that I can be good for him, strong.
I take his lips in a brutal kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth when he gasps. He grabs the front of my shirt to anchor himself, turning his head to force our mouths closer together. It will never be close enough. I want him to swallow me whole so I can stay inside him forever.
Hunter grinds down on my lap, his hard dick rubbing against mine, and I have to back off. We’re both panting loudly. “We need to be quiet. Can you do that, baby?” The pet name slips out, but the slight thrust of his hips lets me know he’s into it. Noted, Hunter likes pet names. Maybe he likes nice words, too. I’ll have to practice that.
He nods quickly, leaning back in to take my mouth with his. I’m ravenous for him, I want to devour him.
He gasps as I fumble with the button on his pants, the tight material making it hard, but I love a challenge. His eyes are boring into mine, the brown irises bold in the fading light, with his pupils blown wide.
