HUNTER (The Caine Brothers Book 1)

by Madigan, Margaret

  “Wait.” She forced the word out. Her whole world had narrowed down to the overwhelming want of having him inside her. But he had to wait.

  “For God’s sake, why?”

  “Condom.”

  He made an incoherent animal sound of frustration. “I. Don’t. Have. Any.”

  “Drawer.”

  They both seemed to have been reduced to single word vocabularies.

  He leaned in the direction of the night stand and opened the drawer. After rummaging inside, he came out with a long string of condoms.

  “You came prepared? I’m honored.”

  He looked pretty damned pleased with himself.

  “Not quite, hotshot. Now, for the sake of all that’s holy, just put one on.”

  He ripped one off the string of them and tore it open, but before he put it on, he gave her a wicked grin and pushed himself all the way into her, one slow inch at a time until he filled her to the hilt.

  “Holy shit, that feels good,” he said.

  Damn right it did. She swallowed hard. “Careful.”

  “I will. Just want to experience what you feel like bareback.”

  He ground his hips into her, pulled back and drove back home. Then again. And again. She squirmed on the bed, tendrils of arousal swirling in her belly.

  When he reached between them and rubbed his thumb on her clit she gasped, then let the air out on a long moan.

  He kept up a sensuous rhythm with both his cock and his thumb. Her hips caught up with him until the first hints of her orgasm coiled low inside her.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “Writhing on the bed. Naked and beautiful.”

  “You’ve done it to me.”

  She leaned up on her elbows so she could watch his cock sliding wet and hot into her body, and to watch him touch her. It was the most erotic thing ever.

  “I’m going to make you come now,” he said.

  She about came just at the words, but then he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster bringing her right to the brink—until he pinched her clit and her body exploded into an exquisite orgasm.

  It took every ounce of control Hunter had not to come when Allison did. The feeling of her body contracting around him as if trying to pull him in even deeper just about undid him.

  He pulled out and quickly rolled the condom on, then dove back in before she’d even finished. The rippling of her muscles stroking his cock as he thrust in felt like heaven.

  If Allison’s moan was any indication, she thought so too. He lifted one of her legs and kissed her toes, then the inside of her calf as he placed her foot on his shoulder. She shot him a wicked grin and wrapped the other leg around his hip, pulling him deeper.

  She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever had in his bed, and she was even more so spread out before him like she was.

  He stepped up his rhythm and it didn’t take long before his orgasm started low in his balls and then blasted him before he was really ready. His grip on Allison’s ankle tightened as he thrust hard and grunted while the pleasure washed over him.

  It didn’t last nearly long enough.

  Reluctantly, he pulled out. After disposing of the condom, he joined her in bed. She’d already crawled in under the covers.

  “I’m so sleepy,” she said.

  “It’s been a long day.”

  She reached for him when he lay down next to her, snuggling her long slender form to his.

  “But a really good day.”

  “Yeah. It was.”

  She sighed and within moments she’d relaxed and if her deep, even breathing was any indication, she’d fallen asleep.

  Hunter lay awake for a while, Allison’s breath warming his chest every time she exhaled. He pulled her closer, making sure her body fit snug to the contour of his. This need to be so close to another human being—to Allison—was foreign for him. Hunter was a lone wolf. Head of the pack. A leader. He didn’t need anyone and had always thought people who did were weak. Depending on someone, loving someone, only revealed a chink in the armor where the enemy could strike.

  Allison didn’t feel like a chink in the armor, though. She felt like the armor. He’d never known a woman like her, and certainly no other woman he’d been with had made him feel stronger, more complete, more capable than he was without her. But Allison was in a class by herself. She fit him and his life in ways he never thought possible.

  If he weren’t so tired from a long day, and enjoying a sex hangover, he’d have thought it sounded suspiciously like he was falling for her. But that was ridiculous. He’d known her less than a month. And Hunter Caine did not fall for any woman. Ever.

  Hunter woke the next morning to a warm tropical breeze and the blinding rays of the rising sun. He squinted one eye. The window was still open from the previous night and the curtains billowed in the air, but he only noticed that peripherally when he saw the sun worshipping Allison’s body. She’d kicked the sheet off at some point in the night, and now the sun kissed all the places he still wanted to.

  She lay on her side with her ass tight against his cock. That fact alone made it stir, but her nipples were pink—hardly darker than her skin—and made his mouth water. Blonde hair splayed in a mess over her pillow, her slender shoulder rested against his chest, and her legs tangled with his. He couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be—not in a boardroom, or the NYSE, or any other single place on the planet.

  His hand already rested on the rise of her hip. He traced the indent of her waist, up over her arm, then reached for her breast and cupped the weight of it in his palm. In the past, he’d always favored large-breasted women, being of the opinion that more was always better. Allison’s breast fit perfectly in his hand, not too big or small—just right.

  He brushed a thumb over the nipple and watched it pucker. His cock twitched in appreciation. When he rolled the nipple between his fingers, Allison moaned.

  “That’s a very nice way to wake up,” she said, her voice still groggy, but husky with passion all the same.

  She wiggled her behind against his cock, which came to full attention. Hunter groaned at the desire blooming in his gut.

  “It’s pretty damn delicious waking up to you in my bed.”

  She rolled onto her back, and shoved hair off her face, putting both her luscious breasts on display.

  “Back atcha, hotshot.”

  “I didn’t get a chance to taste you last night.”

  Hunter leaned down and swirled his tongue around one nipple. It hardened right up under his touch. Allison arched her back, offering herself up to him.

  “God, that feels good,” she said.

  He pulled the nub into his mouth, sucking hard while rolling the other with his fingers, eliciting more moaning and arching from her. She tasted amazing, like salty, sweet heaven.

  There wasn’t enough contact between them. He needed to feel her body with his, so he climbed onto her, draping his body over hers, kissing, sucking, tweaking her nipples as he did.

  “I’m going to taste all of you,” he said.

  “Mmm. Sounds good to me.”

  Using his tongue, he traced a path between her breasts, down the middle of her belly, and swirled around her navel. He nudged her legs and they fell open like flower petals opening in the sun. Her pussy was completely exposed to him, and she didn’t care a whit. In fact, the invitation was implicit. She trusted him. She wanted him to taste her and give her pleasure.

  Far be it for him to disappoint.

  He caressed the insides of her thighs, kissing in the wake of his fingers, until he reached her opening.

  Her sweet, musky scent turned him on, made him hungry for her, drove him crazy for her.

  “Lick me, Hunter,” she said, her voice a hoarse, needy whisper.

  “My pleasure.”

  She was already wet, he could see as much. It made his balls throb. He leaned in and pushed his tongue into her folds. Hot. Sweet. Musky. Amazing.

  He ran hi
s tongue all the way up to her clit, then flicked it. She jerked and moaned. He swirled his tongue around it the same way he’d done with her nipple. The more he licked and lapped at her, the more she writhed. Her clit throbbed under his attention, and when he slipped a couple of fingers into her opening, she whimpered and flung her head to the side.

  He loved that he had such control over her, that he could make her squirm with the flip of his tongue. But she controlled him just as much. Her needy mewling, the wet, pulsing response of her body made his cock painfully hard. He wanted to bury himself in her hot tightness more than he wanted his next breath.

  He used his teeth to graze her clit and she may as well have been struck by lightning, her reaction was so electric. Her ass came off the bed, the muscles in her legs tensed, and she grabbed fists full of sheet.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Her answer was a breathy whine.

  He used his other hand to spread her folds so he could get a better look, a better taste. When he licked and then sucked on her clit she gasped, and her muscles convulsed around his fingers. He didn’t want her to come until he was buried inside her.

  “Allison?”

  “Mmm?”

  “Hand me a condom, babe. I want to get inside you.”

  “Yes, please.”

  She reached to the nightstand and ripped another condom off the string of them.

  “Eight left…”

  He grinned. It was a worthy challenge.

  Hunter sat up onto his knees, his cock hard and straining, ready to impale her. God, how bad he wanted to impale her.

  He held out his hand for the condom, but she shook her head. Instead, she ripped it open and in the most sexy fucking application of a condom ever, she placed it on the head of his cock and rolled it down, caressing as she went. She finished by fondling his balls, which only made his cock jerk in anticipation.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “More than.”

  Lowering himself, he used a hand to guide the head of his cock to her opening and pushed just the head inside.

  She bucked her hips, trying to force more of his length into her, and made a frustrated sound in her throat when it didn’t work.

  “Tease,” she groaned.

  “Is this what you want?”

  He thrust hard, forcing himself all the way inside in one stroke, driving himself home to the hilt.

  She sucked in a breath and lay frozen under him, but he felt her muscles spasm around him, the obvious evidence of her pleasure. He couldn’t imagine any more perfect feeling than having his cock so far inside her.

  The breath she’d been holding escaped on a long, low moan that made his cock throb painfully for release. The sounds she made nearly sent him over the edge.

  “Fuck me, Hunter. Make me come.”

  And her sex talk was pretty damn good, too.

  Who was he to deny the lady?

  He leaned down to suckle her nipples while he pulled out and drove back in, setting a delicious, punishing rhythm.

  She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in with a sweet burn, then dragged her hands down his back until she grabbed his ass. Her nails bit into the skin there, too, driving him closer to his own release.

  It wasn’t long before she stilled as her orgasm started deep inside and cascaded through her. She thrust her hips up to get as much of him as she could. A long, high-pitched sound somewhere between a wail and a sigh escaped her lips as she came, and that was all it took to trigger him. His balls tightened and his orgasm slammed into him like a truck.

  He thrust in hard and every muscle in his body tightened as he came, his cock pulsing as her muscles squeezed him. Holy fucking shit, it was magnificent.

  When he finished, he collapsed on the bed next to her, stripping the condom off, before flinging himself onto his back. They both lay there, drained, spent, content.

  “That was some pretty damn good wake-up sex,” Hunter said.

  She leaned up onto an elbow and looked down at him with the sexiest bed-head he’d ever seen, and a dreamy, satisfied look on her face.

  “I could get used to that.” She leaned down and kissed him, then swung those gorgeous long legs around and stood. She stretched and yawned, and the sight of her made him want her all over again. “I’m going to go take a shower, then we should order breakfast. Check out the room service.”

  “I’m starved,” he said.

  She sauntered to the bathroom, relaxed and comfortable with her nudity. At the door she turned and said, “are you coming?”

  His cock twitched at the thought of a hot, soapy shower with Allison. He had to agree. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

  Grabbing the string of condoms, he hauled himself off the bed and hurried to join her in the bathroom.

  Good lord, Hunter made Allison want to spent every waking moment in bed with him. The way he touched her, played her body like an instrument, wrung the most amazing orgasms from her, it was like he was made just for her. She’d never met a man who suited her so well, who she felt comfortable enough with to expose herself so shamelessly. Her sexual experiences to date had been satisfying in a physical sense, but left her emotionally unfulfilled, like something was still missing. In previous relationships, she’d wanted to throw clothes on right after sex, and in some instances slink away.

  But Hunter was different. Sure, she’d only known him a short time, but there was a sense of things clicking into place. It was as if getting him away from the office had allowed him to relax enough to show his humanity, but in looking back at their time in the office she saw him differently now. Whereas before she’d seen him as a selfish, arrogant ass, now she saw the drive and determination, the responsibility and the sexy cockiness. Okay, she’d seen that before, but now it made her hot when before it just irritated her—or maybe turned her on. A little.

  In the bathroom she turned on the shower, setting it hot, but not too hot. The stone tile, glass door, bench seat, and large, square rain shower head made it the perfect two-person shower.

  Allison had every intention of sexing Hunter in the shower, but she craved the clean feeling of the hot water and soap.

  She stepped in and let the water rain down on her. It felt almost as wonderful as her orgasmic wakeup.

  “Good morning,” Hunter said as he stepped in behind her.

  Just the timbre of his voice sent delicious shivers skittering over her skin.

  “So far it’s been one of the best.”

  He nuzzled her neck, kissing, nipping, and licking the water from her skin. All her inside parts quivered again, ready for the next round. Not that she was inclined to argue at the moment, but at the rate they were going, they’d never see any more of the resort than the inside of their room.

  “I’ll second that,” he said, his voice vibrating against her neck. She started to turn to face him, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’ve got you.”

  He reached for the body wash and loofa, then started a sensuous scrubbing of her whole body. Every time she tried to move, he held her in place, told her to stay still. The only time he allowed her to move was when he made her spread her legs so he could clean her. By the time he was done, her clit was throbbing for him again and her nipples were hard as river pebbles.

  “Okay, my turn,” she said.

  But he still held her in place and wouldn’t let her face him.

  “No. Stay put.”

  “What is this, some dominance thing?”

  “What if it is?”

  What if it was? She didn’t normally like being told what to do. Certainly not outside the bedroom, and usually not inside. But there was something about Hunter’s voice and demeanor that made it feel more like sex-play than actual control. And if she got more mind-blowing orgasms out of it, she was game.

  “Just remember, turnabout’s fair play.”

  His cock jerked and bumped into her back. So apparentl
y he had no problem with the dominance thing going both ways. Good to know.

  For now, she was fine with seeing where he took things.

  “We’ll see,” he said.

  He put more gel on the loofa and she peeked over her shoulder to see him washing himself. Watching all the slippery suds sliding down his naked body was almost enough to make her come. She wanted to rub her hands all over him, enjoy the slickness, take hold of his cock and stroke it until he growled her name.

  If he didn’t want her to turn, fine, she could still reach around behind her. When she took hold of him, his hips bucked in response, but he didn’t say anything.

  She made a lazy effort at fondling him as the warm water and soap turned him sleek and silky. Tracing the rim of his head, the firm veins, the hard length of him sent ribbons of heat through her core.

  So far, the only thing they’d done in the shower was shower, yet the anticipation of his touch pushed her to the edge. Waiting to see what he’d do. He wouldn’t allow her to turn, so what was he waiting for?

  Maybe the expectation was supposed to be the foreplay. If that had been his plan, it was working as well as if he’d thrown her against the shower wall and kissed and touched every inch of her. As it was, her body was so aware of him right there and not touching, all she could think about was all the ways she wanted to be touched. Her thoughts and desires were the aphrodisiac that made the excitement build as she waited.

  Not being able to see him and what he was doing—wondering what he had planned—had her strung tight with desire.

  She was just about ready to try turning around again, when he said, “put your hands on the wall in front of you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I told you to.”

  He slipped his wet hands down her arms and lifted them toward the wall. She did as he asked, leaning forward to place her palms on the stone tiles. It left her bent at the waist with her ass in the air and pointing straight at his cock.

  The water rained down on her back and sluiced off her sides, her breasts, her arms, her face, and her hair.