Hunter (Stud Ranch 2)

“It’s been so long since…” She almost jumped when he finally spoke even though his voice was soft. And then he was quiet so long she thought he might not continue. Finally, he did, still never breaking eye contact. “I’ve missed being intimate with another person. You go through life alone long enough and part of you just starts to feel dead inside. Without this kind of connection…”

His cock stirred inside her but he also lifted their hands, palm to palm, interweaving their fingers. He shook his head. “…it’s like being thirsty and there’s nothing to drink. Months and months and maybe years, you can be surrounded by people, you can walk around all day long, but you’re dead. The spark’s gone out.”

“So then you need some good sex to recharge your battery?”

His cock jumped at her words and he chuckled, his eyes lighting with his smile. “Something like that.”

She was glad she could make him smile. He was a little intense. But she liked it. What he was saying—it did feel amazing to truly connect to another person. Not just in a bullshit way. But to experience true intimacy… God, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that.

Things with Jason were never really… They just weren’t— They hadn’t been like that. There were so many red flags that she’d refused to see for what they were. And Dad— She swallowed hard. They’d been close when she wa

s little, but ever since Catrina moved in, Catrina had forced him to choose sides.

And he’d never chosen Isobel’s. He’d never believed her when she told him the horrible things Catrina said to her. She was just a child and no one ever took what kids said seriously—that was what she told herself over the years so she could forgive him and have any sort of relationship at all with him. But God, it still hurt. She was his daughter. His flesh and blood.

Before she even realized what was happening, a tear slipped down her cheek. She only became aware of it when Hunter reached out with his thumb and wiped it away. And then she was horrified because his cock was inside her and they were—

Her cheeks heated and she turned her head, trying to pull off of his lap. But his arms held her tighter than ever.

“Don’t. You don’t have to be afraid of anything you feel here,” he murmured, pulling her so close that they were cemented, torso to chest, their noses only inches away from each other. When he breathed out, she inhaled it.

“What are you—?”

“Let it happen.” His eyes searched hers. “It’s okay. To feel sad. To feel happy. Everything is okay here. Christ, do you know how long I wished there was just one place I could be fucking honest? Where I could feel something real?” Then he started to kiss her again, light feathery kisses on the side of her face, on her temple, up to the crown of her forehead.

And then finally, finally, his lips came to hers. They weren’t soft or explorative this time. No, he kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him like he was desperate for her. If they were sharing one breath earlier, now it was like they were trying to share one body.

His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting and demanding. She felt it now—that thirst he was talking about. He was drinking from her like he was demanding to be quenched.

Her legs wrapped around the small of his back and he hiked her up by her ass so that she was better positioned in his lap. Then he guided her up and down his hard cock. Once. Twice.

She groaned into his mouth. His hands grasped at her waist before sliding up her ribcage and to her breasts and then down again. She couldn’t help crying out at the briefest graze of his thumbs on her nipples, arching toward him and throwing her head back.

God, oh God, that felt—

Before she could even finish the thought, his hands were behind her back, unfastening her bra. She helped pull it off and his mouth immediately latched on her left breast, his tongue flicking back and forth over the hardened nipple. She couldn’t help the high-pitched squeal that came out of her throat—because if she thought it felt good a second ago with the barest touch of his thumbs, God, she had no idea—

She ground down on him restlessly as he switched to the other breast. She needed him to move again.

He wanted real?

Well, what she really wanted was for him to fuck her. To fuck her rough and hard.

She bent over his head buried at her breast and gripped his hair. “Fuck me, Hunter,” she growled in his ear. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me dirty.”

His teeth bit down on her nipple in response. She cried out and arched into him. Oh God, yes. He reacted every time she told him the things she wanted him to do to her. He was driving her absolutely crazy. Time to see if she could do the same to him.

“Stop teasing. Don’t you feel how slick I am around your cock? I need you to fuck me.” She had no idea where the confidence was coming from to demand these things out loud. But the more she said them, the bolder she got. “I need it hard, Hunter. Fuck me hard, please—”

With a roar, Hunter flipped them so that her back was on the soft rug. His cock had slipped out while he moved them, but he quickly realigned and then shoved back home, hitting a spot so good, oh God, it was sooooo good.

He was inside her. Inside. Oh God, yes.

“Look at me.” His demand was growled as he pulled out and then thrust back in again, so hard he speared her to the floor.

“Oh God. Hunter. Yes. Harder.”

His nostrils flared and he pulled his pelvis back and then slammed in again. Every time hitting that place inside her that— She’d never— She didn’t know it could feel—