Page 112 of Bleacher Report
I nod. I can’t count how many times I’ve dreamed about this since he moved in, and it’s even better than I imagined.
“Come for me, Peyton," he commands, voice dark and wrecked.
I shatter at his words, coming hard around him, clenching so tight he curses low and filthy against my skin.
He thrusts once, twice more—and then he's following me over the edge, emptying into me with a deep, guttural moan that makes my whole body tighten again.
Afterwards, as we lie tangled together on the bench, our breathing finally slowing, the weight of what just happened settles over us. Hunter's fingers trace idle patterns on my arm, and I savor the intimacy of the moment.
"Peyton," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "What are we doing?"
I chew on my bottom lip, my heart pounding. "I... I don't know," I admit. "I feel like I can’t decipher between real and fake anymore.”
He nods, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Me neither," he confesses. "I don’t think faking it is supposed to feel like…this.” He trails off, his thumb brushing over my skin.
"I'm scared, Hunter," I whisper, my eyes searching his. "I don't want to get hurt again."
"Hey," he soothes, pulling me closer. "I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you want me to."
I let out a shaky breath, snuggling into his embrace. "I don't want you to go," I murmur. "But what does that mean?"
"Maybe we figure it out together."
“Really? I thought you didn’t do relationships.”
“I didn’t. But for you? I’d do anything not to lose you.” Hunter presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “Will you come to New Jersey with me for Christmas?”
I can’t stop the wide grin stretching across my face.
There’s still so much to figure out. Like, is he going to get traded to New Jersey? Am I going to win the syndication deal? Where do we both end up after all of this? But I can’t worryabout any of that because right now, I’m the happiest I’ve been since… Since, I can’t remember when.
“You want me to meet your mom?”
“She’s begging to meet you and…she doesn’t ask for much.”
"This is just for her, then?" I tease, looping my arms tighter around his neck.
He shakes his head, that cocky grin I can never resist tugging at his mouth.
"Absolutely not. I just had a sudden fantasy of trying to fuck you in my childhood bedroom. Sixteen-year-old me would lose his goddamn mind if he knew I was bringing home a girl like you."
He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. "Hope you’re cool with twin beds, Collins."
I laugh, the sound bubbling out of me before I can stop it. "You are so kinky, it’s almost impressive."
"Almost?" He smirks. "Eliminate rule number one and you’ll see just how twisted I can get."
He drops his forehead to mine, voice low and teasing. "So, you’ll come?"
“It’s the first time I’ll have missed Christmas with my family, but I can’t seem to bring myself to turn down the promise of you trying to sneak to second base on your twin bed. You really laid the hype on thick.”
“Have I told you that baseball was my second-best sport in high school?”
“I’m shocked, can you tell?”
“I’m taking that as a yes, Passenger Princess,” he says.
“Yes, I’ll come.”
