Hunter (Stud Ranch 2)

Christ, he was thirsty. The water tasted great.

But it also made him aware of another pressing need. Looked like he’d be getting up from this bed after all.

He went to twist and sit up again. He gritted his teeth but couldn’t keep the groan back as he pushed through the pain to pull his body up.

“Hunter!”

He hated hearing the alarm in Isobel’s voice. Hated even more that he couldn’t do anything about it other than mutter, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

He finally managed to get to a sitting position, his legs swung over the side of the bed.

“What are you doing? You need to lay back down!”

“Bathroom,” was all he was able to get out.

She nodded and then sat down, sliding her slim body beside his and slipping underneath his arm.

Warm.

Soft.

Female.

And not just any female.

Isobel.

Again his short-circuiting brain was side-tracked from the pain. If he kissed her right now, would she kiss him back? Or keep pretending like last night had never happened?

It had happened… right?

He blinked a couple times. Could it have all been some Vicoden-induced dream? He watched Isobel even more closely.

She bit her plump bottom lip. How was that not a fucking invitation? Or rather, an invitation to fuck?

She was breathing hard and he felt the side of her breast brushing his chest every time she took in air. Was being near him affecting her the same way? Another flash of memory: her screaming his name, legs shaking with her orgasm while he ate her out.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck, he’d never forget the taste of that sweet cunt for as long as he lived.

But was his doped-up head just mixing up memories from the first time he’d had her? It was so vivid, though.

Then again, right before he woke up, he’d been reliving the storm. That had been vivid as hell too. The twister was coming toward them. Only this time it didn’t veer away. It kept coming and coming and he hadn’t been able to save her—

At the thought, his chest squeezed until he couldn’t breathe.

No. She was safe. Her body was warm. So, so warm. If he just turned into her, he could lean down and bury his face in her neck. Lick along the shell of her ear until her breath hitched in that way that drove him absolutely fucking insane.

“Okay,” she said, her voice no nonsense. “Up in three. One, two—”

Well damn. Guess her thoughts weren’t on the same page.

“Three.”

She stood up and he had to go with her or else he’d look like a damn fool. So as much as it fucking hurt, he lurched unsteadily forward. Again he couldn’t help the groan of pain the movement caused.

Though it was actually more of a roar because Jesus fuck, that hurt. It hadn’t been nearly this bad last night.

“Okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re doing great.” Isobel’s small hand went to his stomach to steady him. Low on his stomach. And that just made his brain a mess of cross-firing synapses.