Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

But Hunter sure seemed willing to give it a shot. And with Gran’s full approval, I had to give him a chance. The truth was that I felt helpless to resist him.

“Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded, grabbing a chocolate and letting it melt in my mouth. I had to admit, the man knew what a lady wanted. He had even made a habit of rubbing my feet when we watched television.

He grabbed some lotion and started rubbing them again. It wasn’t long before his fingers slid up my calf. Then higher. He growled in frustration when he couldn’t get any higher.

“I forbid you from wearing jeans around the house. The shorts are acceptable,” he added. I could tell he was only half joking. And then he surprised me again. “Not joking,” he said when I laughed.

“You forbid me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, woman. I do,” he said as his fingers slid up my thigh to stroke my pussy through my jeans. There was something deliciously filthy about being stroked over the clothes. Hunter made me feel like a teenager. Not that I had much experience when in high school. A few fumbling boyfriends in college, and no dating in nursing school. I was pretty much a teenager when it came to sex.

All my feminist impulses collapsed under those wandering fingers. I made a ridiculously breathy sound. The kind that Sally Albright made in When Harry Met Sally. It was over the top and ridiculous and I had no control over it whatsoever.

“Let’s get these clothes off.”

“Hunter! What if I start bleeding?”

“I don’t fucking care. Please, for the love of God, ruin my sheets,” he said with a suggestive grin as he carried me to the bedroom in the back of the house. He’d altered the layout by expanding into the back yard, making a true master in the cottage which had started out the same size as Gran’s little house.

He lay me gently on the sheets. They were new sheets, from what I could tell. I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t bleed all over them.

“Get a towel at least,” I begged him as he started pulling his clothes off, his eyes glued to my body.

“No time,” he rasped out. “Take your clothes off.”

I hurried to do as he asked, shimmying my jeans down and throwing them on the floor. He made an appreciative sound as he stared between my legs.

“The rest. Now,” he said as he kicked off his boots and shoved off his jeans. I pulled my shirt off and undid my bra.

“Panties,” he demanded, losing patience and reaching for me.

“Hunter.” I gasped as he lost patience and yanked my panties off. He planted a long, slow kiss between my legs. “Don’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s too much. What if I start my period?”

“It’s natural. I’m not afraid of a little blood.”

“Please,” I begged, turned on and mortified at the same time. “I want you.”

He grunted and moved up my body. He pushed the tip on his cock into my wetness. We’d been using condoms since that first night, but he had told me he wouldn’t be doing that when there was no risk of pregnancy, like right before my cycle. He hadn’t asked me.

He’d told me.

And for some crazy reason, I liked it when he was bossy.

Hunter’s enormous member pushed inside me slowly, filling me so completely, I felt like I might explode. But it felt so good. Too good.

“Ahh.” He hissed his pleasure as he slid home, seated inside me completely. The extra sensation of skin on skin was making the sex feel even better than usual. And it was possible that I was even more sensitive than I was normally as well.

“Fuck, woman,” he ground out as he started to move. “I’m going to unleash on you.”

I moaned helplessly, unable to do more than wiggle as he held me down with his big, hard body. He worked his cock inside me tirelessly, relentlessly driving me to orgasm after orgasm.

“Please . . .” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please come.”

“Where do you want me to come, Princess?”

“Inside me,” I whispered. “Come inside me.”

I felt his body respond instantly. His shaft expanded, filling me even more completely. He cursed as he started to lose tempo. I loved it when I made him lose control. It made me even hotter, even wetter, and made me feel so powerful, as if I could do anything.

Hunter did that to me. He made me feel like a completely different person. A person I had never imagined I could be. And I did the same to him. Or at least, I made him lose himself when we were in bed. I watched him thrash above me, his hips bucking wildly as he poured himself into me again and again.

He held me for the longest time. We were perfectly still as the sweat dried on our bodies. When he finally pulled himself free of me, he kissed me briefly before pulling me against him.