The Hunter Brothers Complete Box Set

by Parker, M. S.

  “Then why me?”

  She met my eyes. “Because I’ve seen you here. You’re polite to everyone. Even though you’re a Dom, you don’t treat anyone like less. You don’t go the humiliation or degradation routes. She needs someone who can take control and make her feel good, and everything I’ve heard about you says that you can do that for her.”

  Codie seemed genuine, and for once, I didn’t want to be cynical about a person’s intentions. Still, I had to ask.

  “Did you tell her my name?”

  She smiled. “I don’t know your name.”

  Why wasn’t I walking away?

  Maybe because this was the first time since I left work that I hadn’t been thinking about Addison.

  “I would have conditions,” I said. “No names. No personal details.” I thought for a moment and then added, “I want masks. And no kissing.”

  “I’ll talk to her, but I’m sure she’ll be fine with that. She’s not looking for anything beyond this one encounter.” She gave me a quick list of some of the definite don’ts, and then glanced toward the back of the club. “Next to the last door in the back. Be there in fifteen minutes.”

  It was the longest quarter hour of my life. I was torn between wanting time to hurry up and thinking I’d made a mistake. That little voice in the back of my head kept getting louder until I finally started walking toward the room Codie had pointed out.

  She was waiting next to it, a mask in hand. “She agreed to everything.”

  I took the mask and put it on. “Thank you.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt like an idiot, thanking her. Fortunately, she’d already gone back to her girlfriend and didn’t see my cheeks growing hot.

  I gave myself a few seconds to calm down and then went into the room.

  The lighting was very dim, taking away the room’s harsher angles. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and then I saw the figure on the bed. She was tall and slender, her face almost completely covered by a mask, her curls a glittery bronze that I assumed was some sort of coloring.

  “Your friend said you agreed to my terms.” I pitched my voice lower than normal, not wanting to frighten her. Domination didn’t mean I needed to shout or scold. She was new to both sex and BDSM, which meant I needed to change my approach a bit.

  “I did.”

  Her voice was soft, pitched so low I had to strain to hear. Like she was scared. Or maybe she didn’t want to scare me away.

  I was half-way through unbuttoning my shirt before I remembered that I rarely undressed for sex. Then again, I was here primarily for her. I always made sure my partners left satisfied, but this was different. Being a Dom meant taking care of the needs of my sub. During the time we were in this room, she was my sub.

  I finished taking off my shirt and set it aside. “You may call me ‘Sir.’ What would you like me to call you?”

  She hesitated for a moment, then said in a voice that was very near a whisper. “May.”

  “Very good, May.” I toed off my shoes. “I want you to listen carefully because I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings. I’m going to explain how things will go tonight, and if you have any questions, please ask.”

  “All right.”

  For a moment, I thought she was going to say something else, but instead, she folded her hands in her lap and waited.

  “The first and most important thing you need to remember is your safe word. Unless you have something else you’d rather use, I would like us to use one that I’m accustomed to hearing. Watson.”

  James D. Watson was a scientist whose work I admired, and his name wouldn’t be something I’d likely hear in a sexual situation. Not that I’d ever had a woman know whose name it was. Most assumed it was either Sherlock Holmes’ partner, or actress Emma Watson.

  It didn’t matter which one she thought I’d gotten my safe word from, as long as she didn’t forget it.

  Ten

  Addison

  I hadn’t really thought about what Codie’s friend would look like because I trusted her judgment about his abilities where it mattered. Then he’d come into the room, and my already churning stomach had done a flip. It’d been a good kind of flip because even though his face was covered, I saw enough to see that he was, well, hot.

  And the fact that he reminded me of Cai both unsettled and comforted me at once. I knew, of course, that someone like him would never step a foot in a club like this but allowing myself to think it was him made my stomach twist with a desire I didn’t want to think about.

  It hadn’t been easy to focus on what he was saying while he was undressing, but I’d managed, and now we were about to get down to the real reason we were here.

  I laid on my back, trying not to start babbling like an idiot due to my anxiety skyrocketing through the roof.

  “Relax.”

  No matter how quiet his voice was, that single word was a command, and it was as sexy as hell.

  “Close your eyes, May.”

  I obeyed.

  “What do you say if you want me to stop?”

  “Watson,” I said automatically.

  “How are you to address me?”

  A little thrill went through me. “Sir.”

  “Don’t forget again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The tip of a finger traced along my collarbone, and I shivered. My hands curled into the bedspread. If he could make me feel this way with that single touch…I was glad I wasn’t adding emotions into things. I could only imagine what this would be like if I was doing this with someone I actually knew.

  Then his lips touched my stomach, and my brain did something it’d never done before.

  It stopped.

  Oh, yeah, I could get used to this.

  I made a soft, moaning sound and was rewarded with the sexiest chuckle I’d ever heard. I opened my eyes, watching as he kissed up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as he moved. When he lifted it over my breasts, I gave a nervous laugh.

  “Don’t doubt how beautiful you are,” he said. “If you take nothing else from tonight, take this: never allow anyone to make you feel like you deserve anything less than a man who will adore you.”

  This wasn’t like what I thought S&M would be like. Wet, hot lips and tongue licking and sucking every inch of my breasts before latching on to my nipple. I gave an inarticulate cry as pleasure shot straight south, making me press my legs together.

  “Can I touch you?” My voice was breathless. The question seemed to startle him, and he raised his head. “You said I could ask questions.”

  He smiled, and I wanted so badly to see his eyes. “I did. Yes, you may touch me, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

  With hands and a mouth that talented, why would I even want to touch myself? I didn’t ask though. Instead, I was touching all that beautiful, tanned skin and firm muscles. He wasn’t huge but was just big enough for me to feel small, something most men couldn’t do.

  His teeth scraped over the tip of my nipple, and I dug my nails into his back.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh…yeah…” My eyes fluttered closed. “Again, please…Sir.”

  He did it again, and I squirmed. Teeth…good.

  A hand moved down between my legs, and I spread them, eager for what new sensations he could offer me. He ran his finger along the damp crotch of my panties. They were the nicest ones I owned, and I was about to ask him to rip them off me because I needed him touching my skin.

  “I’m going to take it easy,” he said as he raised himself onto an elbow, so he could look down at me. “I’ll do my best to keep you from discomfort, but sometimes, penetration for the first time–”

  I shook my head, running my hand down his shoulder. “No need. I’m a virgin in the literal sense, but a medical exam might not agree with that assessment.”

  “Good to know.”

  He pushed up onto his knees and reached under my skirt. I raised my hips, watching as he slid my panties down my legs.
I waited for him to finish undressing me, but instead, he returned his hand to where it had been before, this time, without anything between his palm and my pussy.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he growled. “And then I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to come again.”

  I shifted on the bed, desperately wanting to believe his promises, but too many facts were floating around in my head. The low probability of a climax during penetration. The number of women who experienced pain during their first time. The percentage of women who didn’t even enjoy intercourse at all.

  “May, look at me. May.”

  My eyes snapped up to meet his intense gaze, and I again wished I could see the exact color, but his eyes were too shadowed behind the mask.

  “I will make you come.” It wasn’t a question. “And when I’m inside you, I’ll make you come again. Trust me.”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

  “Good answer.”

  He slipped a finger inside me, twisting as he moved it. The palm of his hand pressed against the top of my mound, pressure alternating until I gasped. He shifted, adding a second finger inside me, and his thumb slid between my folds to rub against my clit.

  I’d used my own fingers, as well as a vibrator, but none of that compared to what he was doing to me. His thumb switched from back and forth movements to circles, and I grabbed his forearm.

  “Yes!”

  “There we are.”

  It wasn’t until then that I realized he was reading my reactions, searching for the touch I needed to build the pressure inside me until I finally exploded. He wasn’t a man who was simply using the same techniques he’d used on previous lovers, expecting me to respond to it. He was searching for what worked for me, as if all his focus was on my pleasure.

  Wow.

  “Come, little May. I can feel the tension in your body. You’re close. Let go.”

  My nails must’ve been hurting him, but I couldn’t seem to get my fingers to let go. He didn’t say a word about it as he continued to coax me toward orgasm.

  Then, something inside me cracked, broke, and my back arched, muscles clenched, and I came.

  When I was able to open my eyes again, I found him standing at the foot of the bed, his pants and underwear gone. I was still trying to process just how thick and long he was when I realized he was talking to me.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” I propped myself up on my elbows. “I was…distracted.”

  His lips twitched into a smile for a moment. “Take off your clothes.”

  I sat up and pulled off both shirts I was wearing, then tugged off my skirt. I’d never been self-conscious about my body, firmly believing in health over a specifically desirable body type, but I was glad to feel his desire in the way he touched me, hear it in his groan of appreciation.

  I licked my lips as he rolled on a condom, and I had a moment where I wanted to ask him to let me go down on him.

  “Lie back down.”

  I didn’t even hesitate. No matter how many facts I had in my head, I didn’t doubt he’d be able to make me come again, and this time, it’d be with that mouth-watering piece of flesh inside me.

  “Grab your legs behind your knees.” The bed dipped down as he climbed on to it. “Pull your legs up and out. I want to watch my cock entering you.”

  I wanted to see that too, but I didn’t argue. I’d already liked the idea of a man who knew what he was doing. I hadn’t realized, however, just how freeing it would be to not have to think or decide anything. I could simply obey and feel.

  “May, look at me. Are you certain this is what you want?”

  No hesitation. “Yes, please.”

  Pressure, then a slow, aching stretching. My body accepting his, opening more with each inch. I no longer heard or saw anything. I was barely aware of my hands holding my legs. Nothing existed except the place where he was filling me up.

  “Put your legs around my waist.”

  I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until I opened them again at his order. His voice was strained, and as I crossed my ankles at the small of his back, he put his hands on my hips, his fingers tense.

  He rocked against me, rolled his hips, and then he eased himself out almost all the way before driving back into me. It took my breath away. And then he did it again.

  With each stroke, a new ripple of pleasure washed over me, promising something bigger and stronger than before. I grabbed his hands, needing an anchor to keep me from floating away. He was solid and right there, holding me steady even as he pushed me toward the edge.

  Neither of us spoke as I came again, but the deep, primal groan that accompanied the throbbing of his cock inside me was as good as my own name. I had made this amazing man feel that good. And there wouldn’t be any repercussions, no awkward post-coital talk. We wouldn’t need to worry about being uncomfortable if we saw each other somewhere.

  Everything had been just as perfect as I could have ever wanted.

  Eleven

  Cai

  It seemed that my intention to resolve my recent fascination with my intern by having sex with a stranger at a BDSM club had backfired on me. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about May unless I was talking to Addison. The whole weekend, that encounter kept replaying in my head. The way she’d taken to being submissive. How she’d responded to my touch. What it had felt like sinking into her tight, wet heat.

  Usually, when I wanted sex, I found a partner, had sex, and then didn’t think about the woman again. Not because I was an ass, but because it was never a specific woman I wanted. It was the physical pleasure, the mental break. Once that was done, she never crossed my mind again.

  For some reason, that didn’t seem to apply to the glitter-haired woman I’d been with Friday night. She kept popping into my head, and that wreaked havoc on anything I tried to do.

  By the time I arrived at work on Monday, I was looking forward to anything that distracted me from her. When Addison came in, already talking about something completely off-subject, I was truly grateful.

  “It’s just surprising, you know, how much warmer it is here than it is back home. I mean, it’s one thing to know it on a cerebral level, but I go into a store and see Valentine’s Day sales, and then walk outside in short sleeves and expect to be cold.” Addison’s cheeks were flushed as she put her purse into her desk drawer. “How long did it take you to get used to it?”

  I allowed myself a smile before answering, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever noticed it.”

  “How can you not notice?” she asked, shaking her head. “I don’t even want to think about being here for Christmas. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to be here, and getting a permanent job at the CDC would be amazing, but I’d have a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit without snow.”

  “I don’t miss driving in it,” I said. “Though you’ll want to be careful if you’re ever on the road and it does snow. The whole city shuts down for something that Boston or Minneapolis wouldn’t even blink at.”

  “Sounds like fun.” She grinned. “There are five of us. Lottie, then Simon, me, and Gene grew up together. Erin and Angel didn’t come along until later. The three of us older ones used to love the snow days when the snow was too high for even the plows to get through. I’m right between my two brothers age-wise, and when it was too high for the plows to get through, Simon and Gene would dig out a tunnel, and we’d use it to get out of the house, so we could play. We’d have the whole neighborhood to ourselves.”

  “I’m sure Dr. Hunter has more important things to do than listen to stories about your childhood.” Pansy breezed in with her usual smile.

  Except the smile was only sent my way. As soon as she looked over at Addison, it fell away.

  “Cai, Dr. Edison is asking if you had the time to review the paper he sent you?”

  Shit. I hadn’t been able to concentrate yesterday morning, so I’d put the paper aside and I’d completely forgotten about it until just now.
/>   “Not yet.”

  “Is it anything I can help with?” Addison asked.

  Pansy made a derisive sound I’d never heard from her before. “You’re an intern. Do you honestly think you’d be qualified to review a paper for one of our tenured doctors?”

  What the hell was wrong with her today?

  Addison’s cheeks were red, and I could see sparks of anger in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.

  Pansy turned her attention back to me. “You know, Cai, I’d be more than happy to help you with the paper if you’d like.”

  I shook my head. “It’s actually dealing with genetics, not organic chemistry, so Addison is more qualified to review it. Dr. Edison just wanted a second set of eyes on it, someone who understands the science behind it.”

  I turned toward my computer, but not before I caught Pansy’s expression turning to stone. I really hoped this was just Pansy having a bad day, and not another one of her episodes. In the years since I’d known her, every so often, she’d get in these moods where she’d just snap at everyone. It’d happen for a week or two, and then she’d be back to her normal cheery self.

  * * *

  I needed to have a talk with Pansy. It was bad enough when she acted grumpy with people who came in, but I couldn’t have her snapping at the staff. It’d never happened before, but I was now wondering if that was just because she’d been controlling herself around people with more seniority or a higher position. Technically, Addison wasn’t under Pansy, but Pansy had been here longer.

  I just didn’t understand how Pansy could take things out on someone as hard-working and sweet as Addison. Even when she was telling stories or asking questions, she was always working. She’d gotten Dr. Edison’s paper back to him in a matter of hours, and he’d called me the next day to tell me that if Addison was at the center, he wanted her looking over his work instead of me.