Mine

“How long do want to stay?” I asked.

“How does forever sound?”

I smiled. “Give me some time to think about it.”

“Take as many years as you want, baby.”

Returning to the house, he finished the tour and ended at his room.

We showered together, held each other in the hot spray of the water. Wrapped our arms around the other, kissing and caressing but never taking it to sex. It was like we were both checking the other’s body to make sure everything was really okay.

Was this whole situation over? And would Hunter and I finally have our moment to love?

When we finished, he dried us both and guided me to the bedroom.

There we stood in the moonlit space.

He towered over me, so tall and strong.

How did I ever live without him?

Even though it was cool this Jamaican morning, I felt the warmth of a hundred suns as he studied me.

For the past weeks, I wasn’t sure of where I was going or what I was doing with my life. But in this moment, I knew I was where I should be. I still had no idea what the future held, but I was confident Hunter would be right by my side.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I love you.” I cupped his jaw in my hands and felt him nuzzle into my touch. Just hours ago, he’d saved me and killed his best friend. I didn’t plan on having us leave this room for a long time.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He pulled me into him. “I just want to hold you forever.”

“I hope that’s not all you want to do.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, but—”

He cut me off with a kiss. Those delicious lips moved over mine. Love and hot need washed over me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, giving me a lovely taste of him.

“Hunter.” I slid my hands up his body, wrapping them around his neck as his hands tightened on my hips in a possessive hold, telling me he didn’t plan on letting me go.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he moaned into my mouth.

I couldn’t think about things to regret or be sad over. Desire soared through me. All I needed was him, moving inside of me, owning my body.

I slipped out of his hands. “Don’t be sorry. You saved me.”

“I put you in trouble too.” He reached out and caught me, luring me back to him. My body warmed against him. He traced the curve of my neck with his mouth, delivering shivers through me.

I slid my hands along his sides, tracing the line of his muscles. He groaned, and his fingers tightened in my hair. His entire body tensed, and then I felt the brush of his cock against my stomach.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Groaning, he lifted me up and brought me to the bed.

When we lay down, he spread me bare to him.

With two fingers, he entered me, dipping and swirling. Teasing. My nipples stiffened. I stirred beneath his hands, loving the way he toyed with me. I wanted to hump his leg like a wild animal. Hunter did that to me.

And then he slipped those wet fingers out and played with my clit.

“Oh, baby.” I grabbed the sheets by my head and arched my body. “Please.”

“You want this cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm.” His fingers kept moving on my clit, rolling it as a shiver tore through me. My pussy clenched. A sloshing sound rose. I knew I was dripping wet. So skilled, those fingers played me, and I couldn’t do anything but fall back into the incredible intensity of his touch.

Tension built inside. He turned his attention to my breasts, sucking my nipples in deep and flicking the peak with his tongue. That powerful body surrounded me.

Panting, I was close to coming. “Give it to me, Hunter.”

“No, baby. First, we make you come with my fingers, then my mouth, then my cock.” He lapped at my nipple. I whimpered, so close I could taste the orgasm on my tongue.

And then my body exploded. My hips convulsed as I came, twisting and rocking with his rhythm. Gazing at me intensely, Hunter kissed me the whole time, devouring the tremors running through my body. The hunger in his face was intense.

When I stopped shivering, he ran his fingers through my hair. “All of our problems aren’t over.”

Breathless, I gave him a weak smile. “What?”

“We still have to deal with…York and Mrs. Ellen.”

I shook my head. “I’m not in the mood to talk about York or Mom right now.”

He nipped at my mouth. “No?”

“No.” I licked my lips. “I’m more interested in taking care of you.”

Lust coated his voice. “And how would you do that, Zuzu?”

“You make that nickname sound so nasty.”

He looked pleased with himself.

“And why are you thinking about our family while playing with my pussy?” I asked.

“Because, when I’m playing with your pussy, I don’t ever want to stop, and then my head goes off on a path, where…”