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“Oh, shit! Fuck!” he growled through what sounded like clenched teeth. His hands gripped the sides of the table while he bucked his hips. “Yeessss,” he frothed.
And just like that, there it was. His prostate swelled as my fingers moved across it. I pushed and massaged the sexual organ while still sucking him deep in my throat. I felt like Ihad complete control of his body as he moaned like a wounded animal on the exam table.
I kept pressing on his man spot and blowing him while he huffed his breath in and out, tensing and relaxing. “Jesus!” he bellowed. “Right fucking there! Fuuucccckkkk!”
Hunt inhaled sharply and his ass came off the table instantly, and he pumped his hips in the air as I sucked his cock, warm jizz blasting out of him as he convulsed on the table.
He gripped the sides of my head. “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” he hissed. “Fuck!” he hollered.
His entire body went stiff and then limp. He laid back, breathlessly, panting as he regained his composure. His ankles remained in the stirrups as his spent body tremored over and over.
I drained every ounce from his manhood before sitting back on the rolling stool. Hunt remained still, catching his breath as he came back to earth. He finally lifted his head from the table and met my eyes.
“What the fuck was that, boy?”
I smacked his balls and grinned. “Get up! It’s my turn, stud.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: Hunter
Bella stirred at the foot of the bed when she heard me roll over. Ben was curled into a ball, wrapped in a blanket like a breakfast burrito. The morning light gleamed through the edges of the window blinds.
I tugged my boxers on, stuffing my morning wood into them as I made my way to the kitchen. Mr. Coffee came to life, and I adjusted the furnace so Ben wouldn’t freeze when he woke up and joined me.
“Out,” I ordered, noticing frost in the yard through the front door. Bella looked at me and cowered. Even she didn’t want anything to do with the freezing temps we’d had overnight. “Out,” I repeated. Bella tucked her tail and high stepped out the door.
While I listened to the drip-drip of coffee, I checked my cell for any messages in case I had any problems with team members reaching town. The roads were icy and slick this time of year. These were not uncommon conditions in Montana in the dead of winter. Ben didn’t complain like I thought he might because apparently New York was also prone to snowstorms and below zero temps.
There was a text from Cass that said she made it into the office and would man the station for the day.Man?Did womenmanthings when they were in charge? Silly thought to have firstthing in the morning. I reached for two mugs and waited for Mr. Coffee.
My life began to settle once Ben and I started dating. Routines I’d spent years doing with Mark came back to me so easily. Ben and I were actually past dating, from what I could tell. He was here most nights, and I was at the clinic for the others. As a month turned into one, and then one into two, we had our own rhythm going.
I loved our routine of making dinner here and then an early evening by the fire as the sun began setting earlier and earlier in the west. Summer left first and fall soon after. We were facing the winter months and an indoor existence. And that was okay because we got along quite well.
We seemed to fit like two pieces of a puzzle, and we liked the same things. Ben was more homey than I’d thought he’d be. He was a decent cook too and loved surprising me with his concoctions. He said he treated cooking like a science project. Taking recipes and studying the ingredients to create his own little twists.
It wasn’t long before I found myself living a life familiar to me. So far, I hadn’t panicked. His way of making me feel safe and respecting my slow path to discovering love again was mature. He didn’t push. He didn’t pull. His style was subtle and positive. Before I knew it, I was completely in love with him.
And the sex? How to describe his passion? Ben was full throttle in the bedroom. Hell, the bedroom was not the only room he was eager to play in. Exam rooms, the truck, on the kitchen island. Wherever. Whenever. Ben was insatiable, and I couldn’t be more satisfied.
“Hunt?” Ben called. “Honey, I’m cold.”
I filled both of our mugs and headed to the bedroom. “This’ll help, baby boy.”
Ben sat up in bed, propping his back against the headboard and patted the spot next to him. “Join me, love. I want to ask a favor.”
“Uh-oh,” I said, sliding under the covers and reaching for his dick. “Wasn’t last night enough? You came twice,” I teased, rubbing his cock.
Ben gripped my wrist. “It’ll be twice more if you don’t sit up here next to me.”
“Okay,” I groaned, kissing the tip of his nose on my way to reclining beside him. “Lemme have it.”
“Can we have a Christmas tree?” he asked, sticking his lips out like a pouting little boy.
My mood changed instantly. Christmas had been Mark’s favorite holiday, and I’d done zero yuletide celebrating since then. As much as the thought of having a Christmas tree in my house again made me sad, Ben wasn’t Mark. This was my new life now, and I needed to adjust to changes in that life.
“Sure,” I whispered, looking away. “If that’s what you want.”
My lackluster agreement must’ve sounded obvious. “You feel guilty, don’t you?” Ben asked, snuggling into me, his hand across my chest as he kissed my chin. “I understand, honey, but from what I’ve learned about Mark, I’m sure he’d be happy to see you celebrating the holidays again.”
