Page 128 of Monstrous Serpent

I fuck my tongue into his mouth, kissing him with everything I have as I reach into his boxers. His ass is perfect—hard muscle flexing under my fingers—and I pull him tighter against me.

He growls, his hips snapping harder. Faster. Each thrust drives me into the wall.

My cock strains against the zipper of my dress pants, leaking into my boxers. I want out of them, want to feel him against me. I moan into his mouth, squeezing his ass harder.

He breaks the kiss only to suck the side of my neck, licking the spot as his teeth clamp down on the skin.

“Hunt.” It comes out wrecked. A whine. Not a word I speak, but a sound my body shoves past my throat.

His mouth lifts off my neck. His hips stop. His hands pull away from me. Then he takes a step back.

No. No. No.

Hunter turns away from me, pacing and scratching his head.

I swallow hard, throat tight, pulse racing. This isn’t happening. Not again. I suck in a shaky breath and straighten to my full height, then walk over to him and grab his shoulder, spinning him to face me. “Stop it.”

“Atlas—”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t you dare say it was a mistake.” My voice cracks as it gets louder. “It wasn’t a mistake, Hunt.”

He just stares at me, mouth pressed into a tight line.

And it fucking pisses me off. I shove his shoulder, my ears heating. “Five fucking years I kept it to myself. Well, I mentioned it once, but you rejected me.”

“You were joking.”

“I said shut the fuck up. I’m talking now, and you’re going to fucking listen.” My breaths come out ragged, my chest heaving. “I’ve always wanted you. You. And I can’t hide it anymore. Yes, I want Cody. But I want you too.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he studies me.

I step in closer, leaning my forehead against his, our lips brushing. “Please, Hunt. Please want me back.”

Hunter doesn’t say anything, just closes his eyes and leans into me. There’s a slight tremble to his body. His face scrunches, then a shaky exhale escapes. “Garrett is back.”

A chill runs down my spine, the hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end, and I back away from him. “What?”

“He showed up a few weeks ago. We’ve been texting.”

Every muscle in my body tenses, my nose flaring. “That’s what you’ve been hiding? Where you were running off to?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Fuck you.” My voice cracks. “The Prius you mentioned. It was him, wasn’t it? And you played fucking stupid. You watched me fall apart and didn’t say shit.”

He steps closer, reaching out, but I retreat. His hand falls. “No, it wasn’t him. Atlas, he’s gone now. Back in Ohio.”

I huff, wiping my eyes. “Great. Ohio. Like that’s going to stop him from coming here again. Wait, you two were texting. Planning on having a fucking sleepover soon?”

“Atlas, he’s my brother.”

I surge forward and barrel into him. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Hunter! He tried to fucking kill me!”

“Atlas.”

“NO!”

My body is shaking so hard, I can’t stop it. I feel like I’m going to puke. I need to get the fuck out of here.