Anything For Love (The Hunter Brothers Book 1)

by Lola StVil

  She sees the monster looking back at her, the part of me that will no longer be kept at bay. And she doesn’t pull back; instead she holds my face with both hands and kisses me with such frenzy, she makes the fucking room blur. We kiss every inch of exposed skin we can find on each other as I carry her into the bedroom.

  I shut the door behind us and slam her against it. We start to strip as if our very lives depend on how quickly we can get naked, and I swear to god it does. Outside it’s pouring rain now and inside clothes are flying in the air. I untie, unzip, and chew through buttons—whatever I need to do to get to her bare flesh.

  She’s left with only her bra and panties when I lay her down on the bed. I climb on top of her, placing my knees on either side of her. She lifts her back off the bed and kisses me all over until I’m so hard, I hiss from the pain. I hungrily place my mouth on her breast and summon her nipple though the mesh fabric of her bra. And within seconds, her hard points are bursting through the fabric.

  She’s panting as she rakes her hands through my hair. I attend to both nipples in very different ways. I bite lightly on the right and knead the left. The combination of pain and pleasure causes her to cry out. I reverse it so that the nipple that was once in pain is now taut with pleasure. I taste every inch of her upper body and leave her weak and begging for me to take off her bra so there is nothing between us.

  “Please, please.” She moans as she reaches out to me. I remove her bra and pop her breast into my mouth. She sighs and presses me up against her chest. I make my way down her body, between her already trembling legs. I glide my hands over her panties. The sight of her ready, willing, and wet is almost more than I can stand. I open her legs wider, move the panel aside, and sink my fingers inside.

  “Damn, baby, you feel like warm silk,” I growl. I just want to slide between those pretty legs and do backstrokes inside her pussy. But I don’t give in yet; I want to make sure she’s ready, so I use my fingers to drive her to the edge. She’s so wet, she tries to squeeze her legs shut to manage the ache pulsing between her thighs, but I won’t let her. I need her to stay open; I’m coming in. By now my cock is past hard. It knows that she’s there, lying open and wet; so goddamn wet.

  I quickly unbuckle my belt, toss my jeans aside, and only my boxers remain. She sees the large bulge and she’s excited. She’s also scared. She’s both and uncertain which side will win out.

  I grab a condom from the nightstand, take off my boxers, and put it on. I then lick her inner thigh until she sighs my name. I circle her clit with my tongue but tease her by never touching it head-on. She squirms with need as I tease her with my mouth. Finally, unable to take the torment of not being inside her, I part her legs and place the tip of my cock inside her opening. She hesitates. It’s ever so slight but I feel it. And the fact is, as hard as I am going to fuck her, as hard as I need to fuck her, if she’s hesitating now, later on, she’ll be in tears.

  There’s no way I’m hurting my baby.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she says, suddenly sitting up, ashamed.

  “You felt it?” I ask.

  “Yes, I just closed up, I don’t know why…I’m sorry,” she says, on the verge of tears.

  “Hey, stop, baby. Stop saying you’re sorry. It’s okay.”

  “What’s wrong with me?” she begs.

  “Not a damn thing. I have an idea.” I reposition the two of us. We sit in the center of the bed; I place her on my lap, facing me. Her legs are wrapped around my waist. That way, she has all the control. She looks into my eyes, worried and overwhelmed. I’m know she wants this, I just need to help her find a way through, the same way she has done for me these past few days.

  She searches my eyes and sees that I am not frantic or pissed off that she couldn’t let me in. I’m just happy to be holding her in my arms. We are literally entangled in each other. There’s no else in the world but us.

  “Hi, bright eyes,” I whisper as she gazes at me.

  “Hi,” she says in a deep loving tone that resonates deep inside me.

  “The only thing I’m here to do is love you. Do you believe me?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Then let me love you,” I reply. She nods slowly. “Grab my dick.” A spark appears in her eyes. “The last time you were with someone like this, they betrayed you. I won’t ever do that. You believe me, babe?”

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Put it in,” I whisper in her ear. She grazes the tip of my cock with her finger, almost by accident as she wraps her hand around it; the sensation is so good, I have to suppress a groan. Her touch is light but causes an unspeakable amount of pleasure inside me. She places me inside her as far as she thinks it can go. My dick fills her to the brim, and she inhales sharply as she adjusts to take me in.

  “That’s good, baby.” I sigh. I swallowed hard and try to stop the dizziness that comes with being so fucking hard and turned on.

  “You need to keep going. Take all of me inside you, baby,” I snarl.

  “There’s more of you…?” she asks, breathless.

  “Yeah,” I reply, laughing softly. She laughs softy too. It’s such a silly, stupid moment. But laughing while I’m inside her helps. She’s now more relaxed. I take the moment and I thrust my dick the rest of the way in. She groans out loud and clings to my neck.

  “Jesus, babe, you’re so tight…so wet,” I hiss.

  “It hurts.” She whimpers.

  “I know, baby, I know. It’s because you’re fighting me.”

  “I want you, Wyatt; I do.”

  “Good, baby. Then let me in,” I reply as I thrust myself fully inside for the first time.

  “Oh….”

  “Let me in, baby,” I beg as I thrust again, this time with renewed strength.

  “Oh...”

  “Does it hurt, baby?”

  “Yes.” She pants. I use my thumb to play with her clit so she can focus on the pleasure and not just the pain.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask as I thrust again and again.

  “No…” she moans as her tight, wet walls trap and milk me.

  “That’s it, baby, just like that,” I hiss as she slowly begins to loosen up. It feels so good; I have to grunt and bear down not to lose my mind. She’s almost dropped her guard. She’s nearly there. She just needs a push. I caress her earlobe with my tongue and whisper in her ear. “Winter, I belong to you. All of me. Do you belong to me?”

  “Yes.” She sighs as her clit becomes swollen with longing. She’s about to go over the edge but I will be damned if my thumb sends her there and not my dick.

  “Show me, baby. Let me in. Let. Me. In!” I ram myself inside her pussy with a possessive, brute force I never knew before. She screams as she tilts forward and sinks her teeth into my neck.

  I’m in.

  I’m home.

  I start moving inside her, each thrust taking me deeper and deeper into the heaven I was previously denied. I hear her breathing hard against my ear as she rocks back and forth. Fuck, I’m so goddamn lost inside her; I have to force myself to check in with her. If she wants to stop, I swear to God I will stop. But I’ll probably weep like a fucking baby when she takes her pussy away.

  “You good, babe?” I ask as I insert myself inside her yet again.

  “It hurts,” she says. Fuck. I make myself pull out of her. She looks at me like I just pulled the plug on her life support.

  “No, no, no. Why did you stop?” She moans.

  “You said it hurt.”

  “Yeah, it hurts good. It hurts really good now,” she says as she takes my dick and inserts me inside her.

  Now she’s really ready.

  There is no more hesitation in my girl’s body. She hops on my dick and rides it like it’s what she went to school for. She glides up and down my shaft faster and faster, until I’m on the fucking edge and about to forget who I am let alone where I am. She swirls and shifts her hips in a way only my body can understand. Her pussy and my dick h
ave language all their own.

  She grinds and slides up and down my lap, taking all of me inside her, as her breasts bounce high in the air. I knead them with my mouth, but I’m rocking so much, they sometimes pop out. I greedily pull them back into my mouth again. Meanwhile, she’s using her walls to milk every drop of strength I have.

  Without warning, I pick her up and place her face down on the bed. I place her so that while her face is down, her ass is high in the air. Between her legs, I can see her breasts hanging in the air.

  She’s mine. Her breasts, her thighs, her ass, that perfect pussy, are all mine.

  I claim them the same way I claim her laugh, her sparkling eyes, and her giving heart. She belongs to me body and soul. And I damn sure belong to her.

  I stand on the floor with the sight of her ass in front of my face. I drive into her with such force she tries to wiggle away. I snatch her back and prepare her again for another strike. I ram into her over and over until she’s dripping wet, being ripped apart by orgasms. She’s talking but isn’t saying real words. Knowing I’m on the edge myself, I thrust into her repeatedly and soon, we are both gripped by unrelenting waves of orgasms.

  We fall seamlessly into one sex position after another. The rain bangs on the window as our sweaty bodies collide. The last position we take is the one we keep coming back to—sitting in the middle of the bed, facing each other, legs intertwined.

  She’s about to ride me to the last orgasm my body can take. She’s controlling this ride. She moves slowly and rhythmically. She creates sparks of lust that grow from my balls and spread out, causing me to grip her bare ass and dig into her flesh as I growl. The passion she created in me is beyond what I can handle. FUCK! I drive into her for the last time; she arches back and shouts, “Holy. Shit. Wyatt!” We cling to each as the ecstasy claims us yet again…

  He left his handprint all over me. He marked me in places no one had ever even touched before. My body is still buzzing from his touch. I’ve never been so drained and yet so satisfied in my life. I lie in bed, with him next to me, and say a silent “thank you” to whoever up there loves me enough to bring Wyatt into my life. I watch his eyes flutter as he sleeps peacefully beside me. The gentle sound of rain mixes with the sound of passing cars from the street below. I look over at the clock by the bed; it’s four in the morning.

  I’m exhausted but I don’t want to close my eyes and miss this moment.

  Our moment.

  I turn on my side, facing away from him, but go in close so I can snuggle against him. He instinctively wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me tighter. My lips glide into a smile, and he wakes and nibbles on my neck.

  “Sorry, I woke you,” I whisper.

  “I’m not,” he says as he trails his fingers along my spine and down to my lower back. His touch alone makes my head spin. I slipped on one of his tee shirts sometime in the middle of the night and now he’s seeking what’s under it. He grazes my thigh; I shake my head and turn to face him.

  “No, you don’t, Mr. Hunter. Four orgasms is my limit.”

  “It’s your fault, you can’t lay here next to me wearing nothing but my shirt and think I’m going to let you rest,” he says as he cups my ass. I sigh knowing he could have me right now and I would be powerless to stop him.

  “No, I need to rest and so do you,” I purr.

  “Okay, you’re right. I will behave, and I promise not to put my hands on you,” he says.

  “Thank you,” I reply, knowing full well he’ll never keep his promise. A few moments later I feel his cock behind me. He’s stone hard. He takes out a condom from the nightstand and presses up against me. It feels heavenly.

  “Hey, you said—”

  He cuts me off. “That’s not my hand, baby.” I lean my head back and laugh. But soon the laughter gives way to a series of moans and whimpering as he slides his hardness between my wet and pulsing mound. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I give in to the ecstasy he creates in me. I hear him groan and swear in a gruff voice as he slowly inserts himself deeper into me. He reaches out for me, and we interlock our hands and hold on tightly as we climax. When it’s over, we don’t let go. I think that’s why I love him; he never lets go.

  ***

  It’s nine in the morning and Wyatt has gone over the plan with me about a hundred times. And he wants to go over it about a hundred more. I am forced to put a stop to it and remind him that all I’m doing is acting normal. That doesn’t really require practice. But I give in because I know he’s just looking out for me. So, we go over the plan, yet again, and I finish my coffee and head for the door.

  “Where are you going?” he asks.

  “I ‘coffee’ cheated with you this morning and now I have to go and meet Jana so I can have coffee with her and act like it’s my first cup.”

  “We need to go over the plan again,” he says, blocking my way.

  “The plan right now is to meet with Jana and run away from my crazy boyfriend.”

  “I just want to make sure we have all our bases covered,” he says. I walk up to him and suck on his bottom lip. We begin to kiss and I guide him over to the sofa. He greedily tries to get as much of me as he can, and when his eyes are closed, I escape to the hallway. He follows me and shouts, “So not fair babe!” as the elevator door closes.

  ***

  I actually lied to him about meeting Jana. I plan to meet her later on, but first, I meet his mom so we can talk about his birthday. The only reason I know it’s coming up is that Shelby sent me a text. I can’t decide if I like her or not but I like that she’s herself and doesn’t try to be anyone else.

  Mrs. Hunter and I plan a small dinner party for Wyatt because I know he won’t want anything extra loud and crazy. She also helps me with the gift that I was planning on giving him. I didn’t know it was his birthday when I began looking for the gift but that works out perfectly.

  When we’re done planning, I head over to Jana’s apartment. Last night, I told her about Wyatt giving us the townhouse and this morning, I texted her about us finally making love. I’m not sure which she’s more excited about—wait; I think it’s the fact that we finally had sex.

  I didn’t tell her I was stopping by but I thought I would surprise her and take her out. She helped so much with Bree and she’s still dealing with the ups and downs of dating, so some best friend time is definitely called for. I enter her building and knock on her bright red apartment door. I can’t wait to get in and get warm. It’s no longer raining outside but it’s super cold.

  The door opens but it’s not Jana standing on the other side—it’s Decker. A very naked Decker wrapped in Jana’s bedsheets. “OHMYGOD!” Jana says as she runs up to the door with only a tee shirt on. She pushes past Decker’s frozen face and stands in front of him. She closes the door slightly so that I no longer have a view of the background.

  “Hi!” she says in a high-pitched voice.

  “Hi…” I reply, smirking as I tilt my head to the side.

  “I wasn’t expecting you,” she says.

  “Yeah, I can see that.” I shout over her head, “Hi, Decker!”

  “Ah, hi Winter,” he says awkwardly in the background. “I’m gonna go find my clothes,” he says as she disappears into the back room.

  “Well, I um…okay so—”

  “Hey, we need coffee and a lot of it. So, pause your story and I will wait outside for you to get dressed. We’ll go eat. That is if you and Decker are done,” I offer.

  “Yeah, we…yeah. Be right out,” she says as she closes the door.

  Shit, what the hell? I can’t wait to find out how this happened. Is this a good thing or…crap. C’mon, Jana, dress quickly.

  I wait in the hallway as Decker, now fully dressed, walks by. He says he’ll see me later tonight. For the record, I enjoy every second of his discomfort. It’s like teasing a brother or a good friend. Not long after Decker leaves, Jana appears in the hallway, dressed and ready to go. That’s not good enough. She better be r
eady to spill her guts.

  God, this will take more coffee than Starbucks has to offer…

  ***

  We decide to go to the cafe two blocks from her house because it has a big comfy lounge feel to it. It’s fairly quiet and the coffee is outstanding. We don’t go there on the days we have to work because the damn chairs are so comfy; there is a good chance we would never leave. However, the center is still closed, so there is more than enough time to sit and chat. And thank God because that woman owes me some details.

  We order sandwiches and extra-large mugs of coffee; we wait for the waitress to bring it over before we begin to talk. I want to get to the Decker issue right away, but I try to be a grown-up and tend to the work stuff first. The act of moving the center to a new location will take planning, so we use the first hour to create a solid starting point. Once that’s done, we move on to the good stuff.

  “Spill it, woman! What the hell happened?” I ask excitedly.

  “Decker was at home when he got the news from his lawyer that his ex-wife agreed to joint custody,” she says.

  “Really? That’s amazing! Why didn’t he tell us that?”

  “He knew Wyatt was dealing with Rose’s birthday and he wanted to save the good news until after. He went to a bar to have a drink and I bumped into him.”

  “I thought you were slowing down on the bar scene and that you were looking for something more…serious,” I reply.

  “Yeah, I total am. My hormones didn’t get me to the bar, my greed did. You know the bar about five blocks from here—Sophie’s?”

  “Yeah, amazing cheese sticks.”

  “Yes! Well, I was really craving some and delivery was like a two-hour wait and cost a small fortune. So I dragged my ass down there, in jeans and a big ‘blah’ looking coat. My goal was simple: get food and get out. You could tell because my hair was a mess, I had no makeup, and I’m pretty sure there was a crayon in my hair thanks to my neighbor’s toddler, who I babysat earlier that day.