I need this release like I need to breathe, and I’m sure that if he were to stop right now, I would die. He would take away everything good in the world and leave me with nothing but tragedy.
King’s body rolls and moves with mine like a perfect match and it’s everything I need. How am I ever supposed to live without him? I couldn’t. I was right to turn Carver away. What I have with King is too important, too precious, and far too real. I wouldn’t give that up for anything. A life without Hunter King is a life not worth living.
King keeps moving, thrusting and giving me everything he’s got. My nails dig into the strong muscles of his back until I can’t hold out any longer.
My orgasm tears through me like an explosion, clenching, squeezing, and convulsing around King’s cock, and as I scream out his name and pull him in closer, he comes with me, sending hot spurts of cum shooting up inside me, making me feel like some kind of sexual goddess.
I collapse into him, my feet hitting the floor just as the exhaustion of my afternoon begins to catch up with me.
King pulls me straight back into the stream of hot water, holding me tight to his chest as his arms wrap around me like a cocoon. “Are you good?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple and treating me like the most precious creature he’s ever met.
I nod into his warm chest, closing my eyes as I focus on the stream of water slamming against my back. “I’m good.”
“Did I take your pain away?”
I raise my chin and meet his lips with my own. “You did.”
“Good, I’m glad,” he murmurs against my lips, reaching around me to cut the water and instantly sending a wave of disappointment soaring over me. I wasn’t even a little bit ready to finish in the shower. I would have happily stood under that warm stream of water for an hour. Though from now on, this is where I’ll be showering. King’s water pressure is absolutely perfect.
King shuffles us out of the shower, wrapping a soft, warm towel around my shoulders and scooping me into his arms. With my head against his chest, he walks across his room, turning out the lights as he goes. Within moments, I’m curled in his bed, his blankets practically up to my head. “Right,” he murmurs, his hand slowly rubbing up and down my back. “You promised that once you were good, I’d get answers, so give it to me straight. What the fuck just went down between you and Carver?”
CHAPTER 12
The loud, obnoxious bell seems to drone on as I drag myself out of my fourth period science class and trudge out into the hallway. It’s been a long day, and as most people would have learned by now, I don’t cope well with long days. I’d give anything to go home and lie out in the sun, soaking up the rays with one or more of my boys between my legs. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about getting naked and fooling around in places where I can be caught that thrills me to no end.
My books weigh my arms down as I drag my feet toward my locker. I can’t believe that school isn’t even close to being over for the day. Though, I have an hour for lunch to spend with the boys and Ember and that’s bound to make the rest of the day a little more bearable.
I feel a familiar hard stare from the opposite end of the hall, and as I look up, I find Carver watching me closely. His eyes bore into mine and I can’t help but see the hurt that lives within him.
It’s been nearly two weeks since I walked into Carver’s bedroom and then walked away, and since then, he’s been hurting. I freaking hate it. I can’t look at him without remembering how I broke what little hope he had for a future between us.
He’s hardly said a word to me. The only thing we’ve shared are these longing, painful glances that only remind me just how fucked up things are between us.
I let out a heavy sigh and tear my gaze away. I’m not making it any easier for myself by pining over a guy who’s made it clear that he’s not interested in the shit that I’ve got going on.
One foot drags after another as the familiar heaviness sinks back into my chest. I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this. It hurts in a way that I wasn’t prepared for.
I’m just about to my locker when a body cuts in close beside me, bumping my shoulder and launching me into the row of lockers. A tall guy walks past, laughing as I catch myself and drop my books in the process.