Hate Sober (Love Me Duet 2)

He remembers he needs to speak, and I grab the tea from him. He leans in close, licks my lips, and then pulls back and smiles. “You had some sugar.” I roll my eyes. “And yes, with you. Only ever you.” He pulls back to grab the next box.

“Well, I would hope so,” I call out, and I hear his chuckle as he goes.

“This is the last box. Go and get naked, I plan to fuck you all ways through until Sunday,” he says, walking back up to me.

I push my leg out, stopping him, then drop my hand to my skirt, hiking it up so he can see. “I hope that’s a promise.” He bites his lip and drops the box. It doesn’t take him long until he has me over his shoulder and back in the house.

He slaps my ass as we go in. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

He slides my body down the wall in the entrance, and in one swift movement, his cock is free and he pulls my skirt up higher.

We’ve been rough before. I’ve given him some leeway and decided he’s sacrificed so much for me by trying, that I can too.

I’ve found out what I like and don’t with his help.

Being tied up while standing is a big no. But having his hands grip my hands above my head while he stills inside me is a yes.

And that’s exactly what he does when he pulls my panties free and slides in. I’m already wet and ready for him—I’m always ready for him.

I love Gunner Reid.

“Fuck, I love you,” he rasps, taking my mouth while my hands stay above my head. He fucks me with everything he has. He loves me with everything he is. And I’m the same.

This is my life now.

And I hope it only gets better and better, even if it was tricky to get here.

But I’m so fucking glad I took the chance on Gunner Reid.