Hunter (Stud Ranch 2)

Oh God, yes. Right there.

If he’d only—

But then Hunter’s finger circled her clit.

Isobel moaned before remembering they had to be quiet. Hunter had pulled her into the women’s restroom at Bubba’s, then into the back stall, but it wasn’t like there was a lock on the door.

Hunter’s hand immediately slapped over her mouth, his hardness grinding into her ass from behind as he pressed her against the wall.

“Hush,” his voice was a harsh whisper in her ear. “Those sexy noises you make are only for me. No one else gets to fucking hear them.”

With his other hand he shoved her skirt up to her waist and her panties halfway down her legs.

And she was glad he had his hand over her mouth because she couldn’t help crying out and pressing her ass back against him. She hadn’t heard him undoing his buckle but his cock was already out. He rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks while he sucked on the back of her neck.

Oh God, he was driving her so freaking insane. Every touch, the perfect pressure of his fingers at her clit, the feel of him hard at her ass—

But she needed more. More. “More,” she groaned out. “Hunter. More.”

She flipped so that she could face him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Ow.” He flinched and pulled back from her.

Wait. What?

Oh God. His back. How had she forgotten? His back. The storm. The hospital.

This wasn’t real. This was a—

Isobel startled awake.

Awake in a hotel bed.

With a very real Hunter.

Who very really had his hands down her pants.

“Hunter!”

“I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Hunter was on his side, propped up on one elbow as he kissed down her jaw, his other hand at her core.

She should have pushed him away. No matter how good he was making her feel, he was on medication and might not be fully in the driver’s seat at the moment. Plus, his back—

But in the hazy seconds between sleeping and waking, she wasn’t processing information fast enough.

And that was when he dipped a finger inside her.

She almost came on the spot.

She’d been so primed by the dream. And it was Hunter. Who was alive. When he so easily could have died today.

That single thought had her grabbing his face and kissing him hard. His tongue was immediately tangling with hers. He kissed her so fiercely and with such urgency. Like he needed her for air. Like he couldn’t live without this.

A second finger joined the first inside her and she bucked against him. Riding his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m so goddamned hard. Feel how hard I am.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock. Which was indeed very, very hard.

“That’s right,” he hissed. “Fuck, baby. Grab me harder. Jerk it.”