I blinked. “Where what?”
“I want to prevent anything and anybody of getting in the way of us ending.”
“It won’t happen.”
“We should talk to them.”
“We will, but…” Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “I don’t give a damn, if they like it or not. I’m in love with you.”
He grunted.
“Thoughts?”
“I agree.”
“Yeah right, Hunter. You’re Mr. Perfect Son.”
“I wouldn’t be, if they stood in our way.”
“They won’t.” I kissed him. “We’re safe. Our love is safe.”
“It better be.”
I tried to sit up.
“Stay down,” he whispered.
“I want to take care of you, Hunter.”
“But I’m not done taking care of you.” His mouth found my poor sensitive clit.
His tongue flicked over my most sensitive spot, teasing me with the unholy combination of his soft tongue. Throw in the steady suction of his mouth and it was nearly enough to shove me over the edge. Then his finger pressed deep within, finding that lovely spot on my inside wall.
“Hunter!” I shuddered.
He kept up a steady pressure, rubbing back and forth as his tongue drove me slowly insane.
Then Hunter pulled away long enough to say, “Play with those nipples.”
Moaning, I reached up, taking my nipples and rolling them between my fingers, pinching and tugging like he’d done before.
I’d just come, but there was only so much self-control any woman could have. That tongue licked and lapped, dipped and rubbed across my G-spot. And my body reacted like I’d never had sex in my life.
“Damn it, Hunter.” I tenderly hit his muscular shoulder. “I want to feel you inside me.”
He slipped up my body. “You like that?”
“Love it.”
“Why?”
“Because no other could ever make me feel like you do.”
Grunting, Hunter slid his cock up and down my clit over and over. Then he centered that thick mushroomed tip on my opening and pushed it in, dragging a loud moan out of me.
Sliding deeper, he whispered, “I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know.” I kissed him as his cock hit bottom, and then slowly worked in and out of me, stroking my whole body.
He fucked me to oblivion.
And we fell asleep in each other’s arms exhausted, fully satiated.
But the question about York and Mom kept me up.
He has a point. We should get that part over with. But when would we do it and how?
Hunter had just buried two of his closest friends. Although he hadn’t made a big deal of it, I knew it was hurting him inside.
How can I heal him?
And then a plan started to come together in my mind. I didn’t know if he would appreciate it or not, but what I’d learned in these past weeks was that running and hiding would get us nowhere.
In the end, love always numbed away the pain.
37
Reunited
Hunter
Days passed in our tiny bay.
I introduced her to some of the things I loved about the island’s culture. Paw-paw with a slice of green lime, red bananas, purple star-apples, Blue Mountain coffee, and Jamaican marmalade that was black and super sweet.
There were so many things I loved about Jamaica that I wanted to share with her.
We hiked a few times. Zola was the perfect companion. I showed her trap-door spiders, a mother crocodile carrying her young in her mouth, and the longest giant centipede we’d ever seen. And she asked question after question, getting me excited to talk about everything more—there were the poisons of the forest and the healing properties of tropical herbs. There were the old tales that Baptiste had told me about the bay, and the things that I’d read.
The whole time, she laughed and faced those daily adventures with me, and the whole time, I healed a little more.
We spent many afternoons lying in bed with each other.
It was all perfect but for the few minutes when I remembered the past. Sometimes, no matter how I tried to look forward to our future, my head remained behind, lagging and not ready.
On the fourth day of our stay, I woke up at dawn and silently slipped out of bed.
I have to swim and get my mind together.
Clearing my head was the only reason I would leave the room. Zola lay under the covers so soft and warm. It would be another two hours before she woke up. I had to get it together before we started our day.
Baptiste and Nakita are dead. Get over it. There’s nothing you can do anymore.
The staff was off that day, so I didn’t put on any clothes. Instead, I walked off to my own private entrance of the bay.
Outside, it was quiet besides the subtle chatter of birds. The sea flowed smooth and quiet as the sun rose, painting the water. Small pink waves licked white sand. It was cold, but I wandered naked along the edge of the sea. Memories of last night’s lovemaking filled my head.
My heart remained calm and utterly captured, but my gut said that there was so much that still wasn’t solved.