Page 76 of Bleacher Report
“Never,” he promises, his voice dark silk. “I want to watch you fall apart for me, and you’re going to watch it too.”
And I do.
With one final stroke, he presses deep, curling his fingers inside me just as his thumb presses hard and fast against my clit. The orgasm rips through me, white-hot and staggering, my body jerking in his lap as my head tips forward, a cry strangled in my throat, his name slipping off my lips.
He cradles me there, breathing just as ragged as mine, as if watching me fall apart stole every ounce of his control.
He holds me, his mouth on my shoulder, whispering things I can’t even process.
When I finally collapse back against him, trembling and gasping, I catch sight of myself in the mirror—flushed, wrecked, utterly undone—and his gaze locked on me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
“That was…” I start, trying to catch my breath.
Hunter leans in, his nose nuzzling behind my ear. “That was…better than a dream, wasn’t it?”
I can’t even answer. My brain is mush, my limbs liquid.
But deep down, I know the truth.
This is more than just chemistry. More than just need.
And I hope this didn’t just ruin everything.
Because once you let someone this close—this intimately close—how do you pretend it didn’t happen?
"I can’t believe we did that."
His arms tighten slightly. "I can’t believe it took us this long."
I laugh, breathless. It’s the only sound I can make without crumbling all over again.
But then, just like that, the room shifts.
Reality creeps back in.
He shifts me, until he has me in a cradle hold and carries me to my side of the bed, setting me down, and then pulls the covers over me.
"This doesn’t change anything, right?" I ask, voice quiet.
He nods, brushing a damp strand of hair off my cheek, then bends down to kiss the top of my head. "Not a thing,” he mutters against my hair.
But we both know that’s a lie.
I stare at his still-hard cock, straining against his boxers, drenched from me. "What about you?"
I’ve never been one to leave a man hanging that I was intimate with. I can only imagine that he's hard enough that it's painful.
"Don't worry about me. That’s not what we agreed to. I'm going to use the guest bathroom and take a quick shower before I hit the stadium. I’ll take care of it," he says, grabbing his phone off the bed and then turning to walk out of the bedroom. "I'll see you later, right?”"Yeah," I nod. "I'll see you later."
He walks out, shutting the door behind him.
I sit there, almost in disbelief at what just happened. And then I find myself holding my breath when I hear the hallway bathroom door close and then the shower turn on.
Can't blame a girl for wishing to be a fly on that wall.
Chapter Sixteen
Hunter
