That could only be one person. “Looks like my man just arrived.”
“In style,” Pilar said. “He can fly a helicopter?”
“I want your leftovers when you’re done with him,” Isa said.
A jolt of jealousy shot through me, and I had no idea where it came from. I walked across the pool deck and to the stone pathway that led across the grass. The engine stopped, and the propellers came to a halt.
Hunt opened the door and stepped out. He was in jeans and a black t-shirt with aviator sunglasses on. He totally fit the part. “Mind if I park here?”
“Not at all.”
He pulled off his helmet and placed it in the passenger seat. He walked toward me, grinning like a boy in love with his toy. When he got to me, he circled his arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth, his fingertips digging into my skin. He lifted me off the ground, his muscular arms unflinching as he held me inches above the grass.
It was quite a kiss.
He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth before he set me back on my feet. “You’ve got a beautiful place.”
“Thanks. You have a beautiful chopper.”
“Thank you. I can give you a ride sometime if you’d like.”
“If I’d like?” I asked. “I’d love that.”
He grabbed his bag from the back seats and hooked it over his shoulder. He grabbed my hand with his, and he walked me back to the pool where everyone was watching us. Even Thorn stopped grilling the burgers just to look at us.
When Hunt walked by the pool, he raised his hand in the form of a wave. “Ladies.”
“Hey, Hunt.” Pilar waved, grinning wide.
Isa stared at his ass when he walked by, having no shame.
I bottled my jealousy for a second time.
Hunt walked up to Thorn, his smile disappearing within the snap of a finger.
Thorn did exactly the same.
It was tense, like two wild animals fighting for the same territory. They both looked each other in the eye, a quiet standoff between two alpha men. I didn’t understand what the source of their conflict was. There was no reason for them to have beef with one another. Thorn had encouraged me to pursue the relationship in the first place.
Hunt was the first one to extend his hand. “Burgers smell good.”
Thorn shook his hand. “Want one?”
“Definitely.” Hunt nodded before he walked into the house with me. “So, where are we staying?” He took a look around the large living room, seeing my white furniture and gray floors. It was decorated with a beach theme, a home away from home.
“This way.” I took him down the hall to one of the big bedrooms. It had a private bathroom. It was a little bigger than all the others, but I knew Hunt was used to the finer things. He did show up in a helicopter, after all.
He set his bag down and took a quick look around.
“Is this okay?”
“Is this your room?”
“No. I’m in the master down the hall.” The double doors were made of windows, and they opened up to the balcony overlooking the pool. It had a great view in the morning, when the waves were their calmest.
“With Thorn?” he asked.
“No.” I guessed I should expect to get a lot of questions about Thorn from now on. “We don’t sleep together.”
“I thought I was hanging out this weekend as your lover.”
I shut the bedroom door just in case anyone could overhear us. Everyone was outside enjoying the vibrant sunshine, but they could step inside to use the restroom. “You are.”
“So don’t you think we should stay in the same bedroom?” He moved his hands into his pockets, his cut arms looking muscular in his cotton shirt. It had a V neck, showing the muscular top of his chest. His sunglasses were still on the bridge of his nose, so I couldn’t see his eyes.
“I don’t sleep with anyone. I told you that.”
“I think it’s an appropriate time to make an exception.” He never pressured me to do something I didn’t want, but he was pushing this hard. “I don’t want to fuck you then walk back down the hallway.”
“My bedroom is right next door.”
Hunt clenched his jaw before he pulled his sunglasses off his nose. He hooked them on to the front of his shirt, his dark eyes full of annoyance. He wasn’t used to not getting his way—but he would never get his way with me. “I still think it’s a waste of space.”
“I don’t care what you think,” I said coldly. “This is how it is.”
“Two weeks.” He said it so quietly I could barely hear what he said.
“Sorry?”
“Two weeks until I’m in charge. And I promise you, everything will be different.” He removed his watch and set it on the nightstand. “Let me change, and I’ll join you outside.”
I continued to stand in front of him stoically, but my heart was slamming inside my chest at a million miles an hour. I hadn’t thought about the day everything would change, when Hunt would rule me for six weeks. I put it to the back of my mind because I didn’t want to think about it. But it was approaching. It had seemed so far away, but now it was so near.
It was so close.
* * *
We sat around the fire pit late into the evening. We had leftover burgers from that afternoon, so everyone ate and roasted marshmallows over the fire. Hunt was in his swim trunks without a shirt, and my friends didn’t hide their stares.
I couldn’t blame them.
Hunt smeared the fresh marshmallow onto the graham cracker with a piece of chocolate. “Want to split this with me?”
“Sure.”
He picked it up and held it up to my mouth.
With my eyes locked on his, I took a small bite. I pulled back, a link of marshmallow goo stretching between my mouth and the rest of the s’more. It reminded me of the other night when Hunt’s come had stuck from the head of his cock to my tongue. It stretched wider apart until it finally snapped in two.
Hunt watched my mouth, seeing my tongue swipe across my bottom lip to collect the white treat around my mouth. I had a stain of chocolate in the corner of my lips. His hand slid to the back of my head, and he leaned in to kiss me. His lips devoured the s’more off my mouth, and his kiss deepened as his tongue moved farther inside my body. It delved inside, exploring. The kiss became far too sexy for guests, but that didn’t stop us. Hunt kissed me like he didn’t give a damn who was watching.
He finally pulled away, his eyes on mine as he licked his lips.
Now I couldn’t wait to go to bed.
I held up the rest of the s’more and fed him this time, placing it in his mouth until he took the entire piece. He chewed slowly as he stared at me, and once he got it down, he licked the chocolate off my fingertips.
“Jesus, I need a boyfriend,” Pilar said as she excused herself and got another beer out of the ice chest.
Thorn had his arm around the model he’d brought up for the weekend, Milania. She didn’t speak much English, but for the extent of their relationship, the language barrier wasn’t an issue.
Hunt smirked at Pilar’s words before he sucked the chocolate off his own fingers. “I’m gonna rinse off. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” He kissed me on the cheek just as I kissed him on the other before he got up. He walked back into the house, his ass unbelievably tight in his swim trunks.
When he was gone, Isa ran her mouth. “Jesus Christ, he’s hot.”
“I know,” I said with a happy sigh. “What you saw just now is nothing.”
Christy pouted her lips in pity. “I want a man like that. Every time I meet a guy, he ends up being a boy or a whore.”
“Hey,” Thorn said defensively. “Nothing wrong with being a whore.”
“Hunt is a whore too,” I reminded her. “He’s not any different.”
“I don’t know about that,” Isa said. “He seems to like you.”
“Because I’m sleeping with him,” I reminded her. He was getting good sex from me on a regular basis. He�
��d better like me.
“I think it’s more than that,” Isa said. “Just the way he looks at you…”
“He does look at you very intently,” Pilar said. “There was a pool full of hot chicks today, but he didn’t even look at any of us.”
“He’s just discreet.” He hid his wants and desires behind his eyes pretty well. When we first met, I couldn’t read his expression at all. It seemed like he was mad all the time, actually.
“Whatever you say,” Isa said.
The girls broke apart and jumped into the hot tub together, holding their beers as the jets frothed with bubbles. Milania joined them, leaving Thorn and me to sit together alone. We sat in silence for a while before I spoke.
“Milania is nice.”
“She’s alright.” He spoke his mind whenever it was just the two of us, being completely transparent. When other people were around, he was always diplomatic. “Beautiful and experienced, but she talks too much.”
“But she doesn’t speak English.”
“Which is why it’s annoying.”
I chuckled quietly so no one would overhear us.
“Is he staying until Sunday?”
“Yeah. Why?”
He shrugged.
Thorn didn’t make eye contact with me, and his lack of intimacy was unusual. “Why do I get the impression you don’t like him?”
“I never said that.”
“Well, do you?”
He grinned. “No.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
“I just think he’s an arrogant asshole, that’s all.”
“And you aren’t?” I questioned.
He grinned again.
“Maybe you’re too much alike.”
“I just don’t trust the guy.”
“You trusted him weeks ago. You were the one encouraging me to be with him.”
“But that was before…”
“Before what?” I pressed.
He took a long drink of his beer. “Nothing.”
“Thorn.” I was pulling teeth out of his mouth like a dentist. He resisted me the entire way.
“I think he has ulterior motives with you.”
“What does that mean?” Thorn thought Hunt was trying to scam me? Every interaction I’d had with Hunt had been positive. He never gave me any reason to fear him. In fact, he proved how loyal he was in a world of crooks. “What kind of motives?”
“I don’t think this is just an arrangement for him. I think he wants you to be his.”
“As in, romantically?”
Thorn nodded.
I trusted everything Thorn said because he viewed the world with keen eyes. He had spectacular judgment. He’d become one of the most successful businessmen in the world because he was exceptional at what he did. “Why do you think that?”
“What Pilar said…the way he looks at you. The way he talks about you.”
“When have you heard him talk about me?”
Thorn dodged the question. “The guy turned down a great offer because Bruce made some assholish remarks. Hunt could have made the deal and never told a soul what happened in that conference room. But he started a war—for you. Men don’t go to war unless they’re fighting for something they can’t live without—like their woman.”
“Hunt doesn’t see me as his woman.”
Thorn turned his face toward me, the fire highlighting his profile. “You so sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“You need to think again, Titan.”
I trusted Thorn with my life. I should trust him about this too. “I’ll ask him about it.”
He looked back into the fire, watching it dance with his crystal blue eyes. “And in the event that my suspicion is right…what will you say?”
“What do you mean?”
He rubbed his palms together, staring at his hands as they glided past each other. “Is this more than an arrangement to you? As your future husband, I’d like to know if our commitment to one another has changed.”
Now that I knew the source of Thorn’s unease, I smiled. “Are you jealous, Thorn Cutler?”
He smiled back and shrugged. “I’m more concerned than jealous. We made this arrangement a long time ago. Things change…”
“Nothing has changed, Thorn. I like Hunt a lot… I love everything about him. I admit I feel differently about him than I did the others before him. I’m actually happy that I’ll still get to see him once this arrangement is over. I want him to be in my life… I want him to be my friend. But no, there’s nothing more than that there.”
Thorn nodded. “That was the reassurance I wanted. But you should still talk to him…make sure you’re on the same page.”
While Hunt said and did sweet things, I didn’t think his affection was deeper than that. But it didn’t hurt to ask. It wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong about something.
* * *
I dug my fingers into his hair as we moved together on the bed. He was buried deep inside me, holding his muscular body on top of mine. My ankles were locked around his waist, and unlike when we were at home, we both did our best to stay quiet.
Mostly so we didn’t make everyone jealous of the hot sex we were having.
I’d made him fuck me for nearly thirty minutes straight, subjecting him to watching me come over and over. Every time he looked like he was about to explode, I slapped him across the face. That halted him in the moment, but it also made him burn even hotter.
I was just about to come for the third time, and this orgasm somehow felt stronger than the previous two. My fingers dragged down his skull to his muscular back, feeling the individual muscles shift as he arched his back then thrust his hips, digging deeper into me. His hard jaw was etched in a sexy scowl, anxious to fill me with all the come he was desperate to release. “I’m about to come…”
He ground against me harder, his balls smacking against my ass. “I know, baby.”
My nails skimmed down his back to his ass, and I gripped the powerful muscle tightly. “Come with me.”
He growled against my mouth, his body shaking in relief now that he had my permission.
“Almost there…” I breathed into his mouth, our lips brushing against one another, exchanging kisses and heated breaths. I closed my eyes when I felt everything down below tighten. I gripped his cock like a fireman squeezed his hose. “Fuck…here it comes.”
His final pumps were hard, smacking the headboard into the wall. He took a deep breath and held it just before he came. Then an angry moan escaped his lips, the vein in his forehead bulging as he found his release. He filled my drenched pussy with all of his come, and when he was finished, he still thrust gently inside me, the products of our arousal still moving together. “Damn…”
I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him, giving him tender embraces with lots of tongue. He pleased me so well, made me come harder than any other man before him. “That was good…”
“You make me good, Boss Lady.”
“Making a woman come so many times is no easy feat…you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m glad I get to use all my experience on you.” He kissed me a few more times before he pulled out of me, his soft cock still impressive.
I loved sleeping when I was still full of him, still connected to him in some way.
He rolled over and lay beside me, his glistening pecs solid. His chest rose and fell slowly, and he placed one arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, his hair a complete mess from my fingers.
I turned over and ran my fingers up his body, tracing the hard abdominals just above his hips. I felt each groove, thinking of rocks along a riverbed. His tanned skin was beautiful, flawless. His muscles stretched the skin in all the right places. He filled out his clothes perfectly, and he looked even better naked.
I hooked my arm around his waist and rested my face on his shoulder, smelling both of our scents mixed together. It was vanilla, sweat, and his cologne all wrapped up into one—good se
x.
He rested his arm on mine and turned his face slightly toward me. “Can you feel me inside you?”
“Yes.”
His moan was so quiet I could barely hear it.
“Does that turn you on?”
He answered instantly. “Yes.”
“It’s one of my kinks too.”
“I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom, so this is a first for me.”
Several thoughts flashed through my mind when I heard what he said. I’d never asked him about his past love life. I hadn’t cared about the women before me or those who would take my place once I was gone. But now I felt a warm sensation between my legs—and not because of his seed. “Not once?”
“No.”
“Not when you lost your virginity?”
“No.”
I propped myself up on my arm and looked down at him. “I’m surprised.”
“It’s not that surprising.” He looked at me as his fingers moved through my hair. “A lot of women would love to get knocked up by me, force me to be stuck with them. It’d be a great way to access my wealth. So I never trust a woman, even if she says she’s on the pill.”
“Then why did you trust me?”
“Because you’re Tatum Titan.” His fingers moved along my neck. “You don’t need me for anything.”
I looked into his dark gaze and thought about warm coffee on a winter day. I loved the way they lightened when he was outside in direct sun. They carried the color of hazelnut, a brighter color that made him look soft. In the dark or when he was moody, they took on the color of coffee beans—dark and textured. “What do you think of it?”
“Baby, there’s nothing like it.”
I’d noticed he’d started calling me baby often. I hated nicknames because they were sexist and annoying. But that endearment fell nicely on my ears. It made me feel cherished, desired. If someone else would have said it, I would have told him to knock it off. But I never told Hunt to stop.
The thoughts brought me back to what Thorn said to me. “There’s something I want to ask you.”
“Go for it.”
“We’re honest with each other, so I know you’ll tell me the truth.”
He smiled before he sat up, propping himself on one arm the way I was. He pivoted his body toward me. “This should be good.”
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