AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He moves, slowly at first, building a rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. His lips find mine again, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace. The feeling of him inside me, filling me completely, is indescribable.
My hands roam his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. I arch into him, meeting his thrusts, wanting more, needing more. Hunter's lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"God damn, Emily," he groans against my throat. "You feel incredible."
I can only whimper in response, lost in the sensations overwhelming me. Hunter shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
"Right there," I gasp. "Oh god, Hunter, right there!"
He increases his pace, driving into me with powerful thrusts that have me clinging to him, nails digging into his shoulders. The tension builds rapidly, a coiling heat in my core that threatens to consume me.
Then it does.
Shaking, moaning, my nails clawing into his back, I break as he fucks me. My senses go haywire, and it’s all I can do to hang on and moan in his ear as he thrusts deep into me.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Hunter,” I moan.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So tight, I’m going to…” He gasps, and I feel him release inside me, filling me with his come.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as Hunter and I climax together. Our bodies shudder and pulse in unison, every nerve ending aflame with ecstasy. I cling to him tightly, my face buried in the crook of his neck as I ride out the intense sensations.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, Hunter presses tender kisses along my jawline and neck. The gentleness of the gesture contrasts beautifully with the passionate frenzy of moments before. I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the closeness.
"That was..." I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe what just transpired between us.
"Yeah," Hunter agrees, his voice a low rumble against my skin. "It was."
He shifts slightly, careful not to crush me with his weight, but staying connected. I can feel him still inside me, our bodies joined intimately. Part of me never wants this moment to end.
But reality has a way of intruding. As the haze of passion clears, I notice our surroundings - the couch in the living room, Charlie's crib visible through the doorway. A twinge of something like fear runs through me as I remember everything from earlier, like Jay’s threats and the lies I told to cover them, and Hunter’s hesitation and warning — this is dangerous — that now sounds so much more serious than playful.
A question runs through my mind at the moment before sleep claims me.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hunter
I should know better.
That’s the first thought that blasts through my mind when I wake up beside Emily, the two of us knotted together like tangled vines. Her soft breath tickles my neck, and for a moment, I allow myself to bask in the warmth of her body against mine. But reality crashes down like a tidal wave, drowning out the fleeting contentment.
I should know better than to let myself get this close. To anyone. Especially her.
Carefully, I extricate myself from Emily's sleeping form, trying not to disturb her. She stirs slightly, a small frown creasing her forehead, but doesn't wake. I stand beside the bed, watching her for a long moment. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, so undeserving of being ensnared in my life and all the dangers involved in it — dangers she doesn’t even know about.
But even as I look down at her and know that she’s better off without me, I feel as happier than I’ve ever felt in my life. In this empty house that isn’t mine, with the baby that isn’t mine peacefully asleep in the next room, with a woman who doesn’t know the half of who I am, I’ve built something close to a home.
A fucking home.
A laugh — short, quickly silenced — breaks from my lips at the thought.
Me, the guy who’s spent most his life wandering, a happily unattached nomad who swore he’d never settle down, now has a home.
I go to the kitchen and start making coffee. It’s almost dawn, Charlie will be up soon, and when he wakes up, Emily will probably end up waking, too. I have to be ready. Which means coffee’s essential.
As the coffee maker burbles away, I look back into the living room. My eyes are drawn to Emily, to the smile on her face, the dimples that rise on her cheeks, her hair that I just want to stroke and hold — and tug while I fuck her from behind — and realize that, even though I should know better, there’s no stopping it now. I’m hooked on her.
