by Jenna Scott
The scent of him. The taste of him. The feel of him. It’s like coming home, and I can’t help but sink in. I can’t help but want more.
It’s almost violent, the way we go at each other. I tug at his tie, at the buttons of his black shirt, letting out little gasps every time Hunter pulls away to bite and kiss my neck. Meanwhile, all he has to do to expose me is slide the straps off my shoulders and pull the dress down to uncover my bare breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” Hunter murmurs, taking my left nipple into his mouth, and I hiss when his teeth bite not-at-all gently. I tug at his hair until he pulls away, going down to nip at his neck, then brush my tongue over the soft skin. He moans under me, and brings both his hands to my ass, pressing me harder against his erection.
Crushed together, the ache between my legs grows, and I can’t help rubbing myself back and forth over his hardness. I want him so bad it hurts, and I move with a frantic desperation I’ve never felt before.
It reminds me of the first time we made out in his car. The logistics were different, and at the time, I stopped him because he wouldn’t commit, because of shitty lines like let’s just live in the moment. But living in the moment is exactly what I want now, because stopping this is out of the question.
I missed this. I missed him. And fuck, he’s so hot that he burns away every thought in my mind that isn’t about him, and about this. I feel like I’ll go insane if I don’t have him inside me.
Hunter sneaks a hand between my thighs, and traces the lacy edge of my panties. The heat coming from inside me is unbearable, and my desire turns my breaths shallow as I wait for him to do what he does best: touch me in ways that strip away every shred of reason.
I slide the jacket off his broad shoulders. Hunter shifts us in the seat, shrugging off his jacket while I unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull the loose tie over his head.
My gaze drifts from his rigid abs to his hard pecs, taking in the way his chest rises and falls as quickly as my own. I’m already reaching out to flatten my palm against his stomach, tracing the fine muscles honed by years of competitive swimming.
When my eyes reach his face, he’s staring at me the same way I am at him: glistening lips parted, eyes glazed with barely contained need. Between my legs, Hunter keeps tracing the crotch of my underwear with his thumb, making it obvious that he wants me. And I want him. I grab his face and kiss him again, deeply, madly.
He’s breathless as he pulls away and asks, with that unbearable smile, “Are you ready for me, Milla?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I trap his lower lip between my teeth, then run my tongue over it until he’s no longer smiling, but shivering under me.
Hunter curls his fingers around the waistband of my underwear, and I lift myself up and help him slide them off. Once I’m exposed, his touch goes straight for my pussy. He moans into my mouth, and I moan into his. I’m so wet, so hungry, and his fingers slip on my bare lower lips as soon as they reach for me.
“You shaved,” Hunter says, rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
“I went to the salon with Isabel, and they talked me into a wax,” I mumble, his groan making my stomach flutter as I trail my tongue along his bottom lip.
He squeezes my clit gently, and my eyes slam shut with the bolt of sheer pleasure that runs through me.
“Hunter,” I gasp.
Inner walls clenching, I rock against his hand. He starts rubbing circles around my clit, his tongue doing the same against mine, his other hand stroking the outside of my thigh.
It’s like I’m possessed. I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop kissing him. I can’t stop myself from melting, from wanting more. My hands dive for his belt and as I unbuckle it, he moans, looking at me with a question in his eyes.
“Are you sure about this—”
“Shut up,” I tell him. “I want you.”
I take his dick out and run my fingers over his length before wrapping them around it. My pussy clenches at the feel of him in my fingers, hard and smooth, and thick, and holy fucking shit, “Why does it seem bigger than I remember?”
“It’s the same size,” Hunter chuckles. “Trust me.”
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, feeling myself growing wetter by the second. “Where’s a condom?” I ask because I know he’s got to keep a supply close at hand.
“My pocket.” It’s surprisingly hard to wait all of five seconds while he drives me to madness. I grind into his free hand, then moan as a second finger slides into me.
I resist the urge to fall headfirst into the pleasure as he pulls the packet out and puts it in my hand. Then I realize there’s more than one, because of course. “You really came prepared, didn’t you?” I tease.
“If you mean that I came here hoping to fuck you, then yes.” Hunter trails kisses along my neck, and once I rip the package open, he says, “I’ll put it on.”
“No, I’ll do it. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“If you insist.” Hunter closes his mouth on my left nipple, and pushes another finger in.
Heat builds in my core, and I almost forget I’m supposed to be doing something too. I grab his cock, and it jumps in my hand as I prepare to roll the condom down over it. Hunter hisses against my chest, but stays quiet as I get everything into place.
“Take your fingers out,” I say.
Instead, he curls them inside, pressing his thumb harder against my clit.
“Wait,” he says. I know he’s trying to make me come before he enters me, but I’m too hot, too angry, too desperate.
“I don’t want to wait.” I raise my hips higher and try pull his hand out myself. It doesn’t budge, and I say, “Hunter, seriously, just—”
“I am serious. Not until you come first.”
His thumb draws a circle, and deep in my belly, the pleasure gathers. Knees shaking, I brace myself on his shoulders. Hunter has that unbearably smug look, and although I’m so, so close, I hold it at bay.
Well, he always liked to hear what I wanted before. Let’s see how he likes the sound of this. “Hunter, I need you to fuck me until I can’t tell which way is up. Now.”
His fingers still. His eyes widen. “Jesus.”
That’s all he manages before he pulls me in for another searing kiss. His tongue wrestles mine, and I return the movement. His fingers slide out of me, and I place the tip of his dick against my soaked pussy, angling my hips just right so I can sit down on him all at once.
“Milla,” he sputters.
“Oh my God,” I pant, breathless. We fit together so perfectly, like a key in a lock.
It hurts a little bit, having him push inside me so fast, but I don’t tell him to slow down. I want it to hurt, so I know it’s real, so I’ll feel it tomorrow. It might hurt being with him, in so many ways, but it hurts more to be without him, and I drop my hips even further until he’s fully sheathed in me.
“I want you, all of you,” I murmur. There’s a second where the fullness of him overwhelms me, and a low moan escapes me.
“I want you, too. You okay?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod.
He thrusts, and my sight goes out for a second it feels so amazing. Then he does it again. And again. I cling to him tighter, breathing him in, reveling in the feel of him.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Does that feel good, Milla? Did you miss it?”
I did, I really did, even though we only did it once. But I’m not about to tell him that, not until I break him like he broke me.
“Fuck you,” I say.
He smiles as he slides out of me, then slams back in. “You are.”
“Stop. Talking.” I try to cover his mouth with my hand, but he opens it and sucks my finger in. With all the foreplay, I’m close to coming already. The fire inside me coils, and I speed up my movements, riding him as hard as I can, desperately seeking release. Hunter drives faster into me, his breaths as frantic as my own.
I can feel it rising, starting to
spill over, an avalanche, liquid and shimmering.
“Hunter—”
My orgasm hits me with a raging fury. My back arches, my pussy convulsing around him as a series of moans and gasps leave my lips, and under me, Hunter’s bowed his head forward, his teeth pressing into the curve between my neck and shoulder, and I can tell he’s holding his breath, trying not to come after me.
I fist his hair and pull his head back. He’s moaning and gritting his teeth when I kiss him, my tongue tracing the inside of his mouth. His hands grab my ass roughly, and he looks at me like a man possessed, groaning as he pumps violently into me.
“Fuck me, Hunter,” I murmur over and over, knowing it drives him crazy to hear me talk like this. “Fuck me with your big, hard cock.”
Stars appear across my vision with every deep, brutal thrust. Hunter knows exactly how to move in order for my brain to fog and for my thoughts to scatter. He knows how to hold me so that I seem weightless. How to touch me so I crave more, how to kiss me until I melt.
How can he set every nerve of my body on fire, how can he wash away everything that isn’t him? How can someone who hurt me so much still make me feel like I’m floating, the only thing keeping me grounded the fact that he’s holding me so tight, making me gasp with every thrust, every sweep of his tongue.
When I come again, it’s so strong I cry out, digging my nails into Hunter’s shoulders. His hips rise once more and he lets go inside me, grunting softly against my ear, saying my name, kissing my jaw, my neck, my cheek.
I tried to kick him out of my life, but he just found his way back again.
Chapter Fourteen
Camilla
After Hunter pulls out of me we fix our clothes as best we can, and I go back to sitting across his lap. My face is against his chest, his heartbeat under my ear, his warmth seeping into all of me.
Now that I’ve come down from the hormone-fueled madness, it occurs to me that I might’ve just made a huge mistake. That this lapse in judgment will complicate things between us even further. We have very different lives, and we want very different things. Being with him in this way will inevitably lead to a disaster down the line.
But I missed him. Missed this connection.
And it’s better to face a disaster later than to be away from him when I still have the option to stay close. He clearly wants me, too. Although I might not know many things, such as what the future holds, which college I’m going to, the amount of debt I’m going to get into chasing my dreams, I know this: now that I’m with Hunter again, I don’t want to let go. This is where I want to be—in his arms, for as long as I’m able.
“Let’s do what you said,” I whisper, tracing his collarbone. “Let’s be together and not think about the future.” I look up at him, and find him staring down at me with a small frown. Probably wondering if I’ve lost my mind—and honestly, I wonder the same. It’s the only reason I’d consider this proposal. “Enjoy the now and all that.”
Hunter’s thumb brushes the small of my back over the dress. “You didn’t want that before.”
“No, I didn’t. It wasn’t enough. But I want to be with you while I still can. Even after everything you’ve done.” My voice hardens. It still hurts, what he did, and I don’t think the pain of his betrayal will ever go away.
Hunter stiffens. “It was wrong of me to pull the scholarship. I know that,” he says, voice strained and raw, fingers tight on my waist. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn’t even know for sure that talking to my dad would do anything, and by the time I realized what a huge fucking mistake I’d made, it was too late to take it back.”
“It wasn’t just wrong,” I tell him, riled up now. “It was completely messed up. You thought you had the right to control me, and you interfered with my life worse than I ever could have imagined.” I lay my head back down on his chest. “I don’t know how to get past it.”
“I know,” he says, and I can hear the regret in his voice. “I don’t expect you to.”
For a moment, we just sit there in comfortable silence, and I close my eyes and let myself sink into this easy feeling.
“The thing is,” I finally tell him, “I was sure I’d never forgive you, but these past few weeks…all I’ve done is miss you. Every day.” I press my forehead to the side of his neck, inhaling his clean cedar scent. “I miss driving to school with you. I miss watching movies together. I miss just being with you. You hurt me so much and yet somehow, I can’t let go.” My breath shakes. “I still want to be with you.”
He holds me tight, and I can feel his breath hitching in his chest. “I missed you like crazy too,” he whispers. “I swear to God, Camilla, if I could take back the scholarship thing, I would. I just panicked. I couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving.”
I pull away and slide across the seat to look at him. “That was the whole problem. We were too much together. Too hot and heavy. You never would’ve done it if we’d just kept it casual.”
“Is that what you want now? To keep it casual?” he offers, tentatively.
“Yes. I think so.” It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not being with him at all. “Maybe we can agree to just take a step back and try to enjoy the time we have left. We don’t even have to talk about college.”
“What if I can’t do the casual thing?” He catches my hand and tugs me back into his arms. “The way I feel about you—it’s not casual.”
I snuggle against him, and my chest hurts with how much I want to ask him to run away with me right this second so we can live happily ever after, and screw all the consequences. But I can’t let myself fall so hard into this relationship again, regardless of how much I want to.
“I know this isn’t ideal, but this is all I can offer you,” I tell him. “You crossed a line, and I have to set a boundary to protect myself. Because I don’t know if I can trust you. I want to, but you have to build it back up again. Do you understand?”
He breathes in, deeply. “Yeah. I get it.” His lips press against my temple and he nuzzles the top of my head. “And I’m willing to do things your way, if this is really what you want.”
Ha. It isn’t. Not by a long shot. But it’s the only way I can imagine letting us happen again. At least until he proves himself.
“Casual doesn’t mean you get to fuck around, though,” I add, in case he misunderstood or thinks I’m giving him a pass.
A dry chuckle rumbles above me. “Why fuck around when I can fuck you?”
“Hunter, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He taps my chin and leaves his index finger there. “And it goes both ways. I’m all yours, but only if you’re all mine, too.”
All mine. The words send a shiver through me.
“I think I can work with that,” I tease, leaning forward to brush his lips with mine. It quickly morphs into a blazing hot tongue fucking that almost has me ready to rip his pants off all over again.
“Milla.” He pulls back, breathless, and runs his thumb along my lower lip. “Come home with me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back to your house.”
“Then let’s get a room somewhere.”
“You perv,” I joke, grinning as I trail kisses down his neck.
“That’s not it. I want…” His arms tighten around me, and he kisses my bare shoulder. “I want to wake up next to you.”
The words are sweet, unbearably so. Except I remember what happened last time we shared a bed overnight. “You want morning sex, that’s what.”
“We could.” Hunter runs his fingers down my hair. “But only if you want to.”
Which is exactly the problem. I know I’ll want it.
My hand goes out to touch his face. “Okay.”
The small smile curving his lips is like a ray of light, and I can’t help but kiss it.
I run back inside to grab my purse, ducking in and out of the dance as stealthily as possible. Hunter picks me up right outside the back doors, and once I’m in the passenger
seat, he drapes his jacket around my shoulders. It smells of him still, spicy and woodsy, and I let it envelop me as he drives us to one of the fancy hotels along the beach.
I text Isabel to let her know I’m safe and that I left the dance with Hunter. After assuring her that it’s what I want, and that I’m okay, she wishes me luck and says she’ll be on standby to pick me up in the unlikely event that I have a change of heart.
You don’t have to do that, I text in response. I can always Uber back to your place if necessary.
That’s what bffs are for, Milla, she replies. Just promise you’ll be safe, okay?
Promise.
A yawn opens my jaw, and I cover it with my hand. By the time we get to the hotel lobby, my eyelids are heavy. Sitting in one of the plush couches near the registration desk, I wait for Hunter to get us a room, trying not to fall asleep.
We go upstairs, to a lavish suite that’s probably the same square footage as the entire pool house. I take off my heels while Hunter uses the bathroom, then go in myself to get ready for bed. The fancy white marble and cream vanity lit with gold sconces barely register as I take the makeup wipes from my purse and clean off my face. Then I take advantage of the complementary toiletry kit and brush my teeth, swishing with the mini-sized mouthwash afterward and then taking my hair down.
I look in the mirror at my dark hair falling in loose waves around my shoulders, the leftover smudges of dark shadow at the corners of my eyes, the little smile playing at my lips. The girl I see staring back at me looks happy. In this moment, I realize, I feel better than I have in a long time.
When I head out into the room proper, Hunter’s sitting on the king-size bed, shoes and socks already off, shirt partially open.
I hadn’t contemplated that I wouldn’t have anything to wear to bed. Nor do I have a change of clothes for tomorrow.
