Page 72 of Tangled Up In You
“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” I said, smirking at his challenging tone.
For that moment, I forgot I wasn’t allowed to be myself. I forgot about hiding and keeping my love for Hunter from the world.
I lunged at him and seconds later, we were in a wrestling match on the warm sand, laughing and grunting as we tried to get the upper hand on each other. Damn, he’d become strong. It wasn’t as easy to beat him anymore. He flipped me to my back and tried to pin me down, but I twisted his arm, causing him to lose his grip.
“It’s not fair,” he said, trying to regain his hold on me. “You being ambidextrous sucks.”
“Why?” I rolled him over to his back and pushed his arms into the sand above his head. “Because you still can’t beat me?”
He stared up at me, panting as he fought to catch a breath. “You’re insufferable.”
When I felt him grow hard beneath me, I snapped to my senses. I quickly rolled off him and checked our surroundings. No one seemed to be around with the exception of a family I’d seen exploring the lighthouse earlier.
Hunter sat up and looked out over the water. His saddened expression told me his thoughts without him having to voice them.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He shrugged but didn’t say anything. He stood and went back into the water.
I didn’t follow him, sensing he wanted to be alone. I watched him, though, feeling a pining deep in my chest—one that craved to run up and pull him into my arms, to kiss him as the tide rolled in around us.
I almost saidfuck itand did it anyway. But then fear took over, keeping me in place. Keeping me from living my best life.
After another hour in the sun, we were both feeling drained and decided to pack up and leave. The drive back to the hotel was a quiet one, mostly because what we wanted to discuss couldn’t be said in front of the driver. When we were back in our room, however, I crushed my lips to his, holding the back of his neck and guiding him backward to the bed.
Hunter moaned against me before swirling his tongue with mine.
“Wait,” he said, pulling back. “We should talk.”
“I don’t want to,” I said, running my nose up the side of his neck before sucking on his earlobe. My dick filled, and I grabbed Hunter’s ass, moving my hips into his. “I just want to make love to you and forget about the world.”
Hunter’s dark eyes flickered to mine, and he leaned forward, softly kissing me. One soft kiss turned to two, before we fell back on the mattress.
I ran my hand under his tank top, tracing the lines of muscle on his abdomen, and he glided his fingertips along my spine.
That’s when my phone started ringing.
I ignored it at first, not giving a fuck about anything except for Hunter. But then it rang a second time. Then, a third.
“Answer it,” Hunter murmured against my mouth. He gently squeezed my ass, which of course made me want to continue ignoring everything else for a while longer. “I’ll still be here when you get off. Then you can getmeoff.”
I kissed down his throat and grinned at his words. “Oh, baby. I’ll make you scream my name.”
The fifth ringing of my damn phone interrupted our moment, and I growled in frustration. With a huff, I flipped off him and charged toward the beach bag that had my phone tucked into the side pocket. A quick glance at my screen showed one call was from Austin and the rest were from Jennifer.
“Hey, what’s up, Jen?” I answered, not hiding my irritation at all.
“What’s the point of having a phone, Corbin, if you don’t answer it?” she spat back, reminding me why I hired her as my agent in the first place. She didn’t really take my shit. “First thing I need to know: is it just a rumor or is it the truth? Second, if it’s the truth, why didn’t you at least tellmeabout it? It seems like a publicity stunt, but these things spread like wildfire and—”
“Whoa, slow the fuck down,” I interjected, suddenly feeling anxious at hearing her panicked tone. “What’s going on?”
“Ah, shit, you haven’t even seen.” She sighed, and I could just see her pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Seen what?”
Hunter got off the bed and neared me. He looked worried, which was telling of howImust have looked. He put his hand on my back, running soothing circles over my shoulder blades.
“Go to any social media site, and you’ll find it,” Jennifer answered, not sounding happy about it. “You’re already trending.”
