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He kissed along her sweaty back, blowing air across her skin to send more shivers through her. Her pussy tightened, already hot and still slick with their juices. Hunter rubbed against her, his dick growing harder every minute as he rubbed it between her ass cheeks. He smacked her ass again.
He bent over to kiss her and let his tongue run along her back. “I want every inch of you,” he said.
She moaned as he put his fingers on her clit and rubbed her. “Oh yes,” moaned Vanessa.
“Can we try something different?” he asked breathlessly. The raw hunger in his voice made her heart speed.
“I want you and I’m yours,” she breathed back. “Take me.”
He moaned in her ear and rubbed his now hard cock along her ass crack and down to her wetness, spreading it around. Then, he pressed gently against her ass and slipped inside.
She gasped in shock. She wasn’t expecting that sort of new thing. She almost made him stop. Jeremy had liked to do this from time to time, and he was always rough, and it was always painful and horrible. But she trusted Hunter, and he always made her feel good.
“Relax,” he whispered.
His hand returned to circling her clit and the sensation made her muscles let go of their tension. When she did, she found that the pleasure of him moving in and out of her ass slowly was so intense, she almost couldn’t take it.
He moved slow, in and out of her, but his hand moved fast. She felt herself contracting around his erection as he drew her closer to coming. She felt it coming and told him. He sped up slightly, but not enough to make it painful, just enough to make it even more intense.
When she came, her orgasm hit harder than any orgasm ever had. She put her hands flat on the counter, wishing she had something to grip, and screamed. It lasted a long time and when it ended, she couldn’t move.
He pulled back and out of her slowly, then leaned down over her. “You okay?”
“Uh huh,” she managed.
“Did it hurt?”
“No,” she said emphatically. “I had no idea it could feel so good.”
He let out a contented sigh. “I know.”
# # #
Hunter had been tired, but now that they lay in bed, wrapped up in each other, he didn’t think he’d sleep much at all tonight. His mind was spinning with the details of the next day. He kept thinking, what if something went wrong? And that was unlike him.
Usually, when he was planning a hit, it was methodical and strategic. He’d done it enough now that he knew how things went. But this time felt different in many ways. Besides the fact that the room would be bugged and people knew what was going on—that was bad enough, but this time he was turning the tables. He’d turned down jobs before, but he’d never turned one around like this and gone after the person who’d hired him instead of the intended mark. And there was also the small detail that technically, he wasn’t supposed to kill Jeremy at all, but just get him to confess. Of course, he always had a backup.
He didn’t think the confession would be difficult. Like he’d been telling Nicholas and Vanessa all along, as far as Jeremy knew, Hunter had far more to lose than he did. He would never suspect Hunter was recording him to use his confession against him to lock him away. They were on the same side, fighting for the same team. All these things were worrying him a little, but none of them were the main thing. The main thing was the nothing-to-lose part.
Until now, Hunter never had much to lose. Sure his freedom was important to him, and so was his life. There was always the chance he could be shot back or arrested and do time. He wouldn’t have gone into this business if he wasn’t somewhat accepting of the consequences. Or at least fully understanding of the reality that it could easily happen. It wasn’t prison or even death that had him tossing and turning. It was the one thing that would hurt to lose more than either of those. Vanessa.
He was wrecked. He’d gone and done the thing he swore to himself he’d never do. He’d fallen in love. How could he be so stupid to get himself into this mess? Now, here he was, all tangled up in his head over this woman and her daughter. Wondering what Opal was thinking and doing, if she was okay. Wondering if Vanessa would wait for him at all if he went away. Would she wait if it was only a year? What about five or ten? If it were more than a year or two, he’d insist that she move on. He’d be the one to end it. As much as that would kill him, he couldn’t watch her wasting her life, hoping he’d come home to her.
If he went away, it wouldn’t be for a year. Even some sort of conspiracy or intent to kill would give him a sentence of at least five to ten. Longer if there were multiple charges. And if he did manage to actually kill Jeremy? If they knew it was a hit, premeditated and everything? He’d be gone for life. Maybe parole someday. Maybe. But that would be something like 25-35 years from now. Vanessa’s whole life, Opal’s whole childhood and early adulthood. On the slight chance she’d try to wait for him, he wouldn’t let her. It was that simple.
But compared to sitting in a cell for thirty years, alone, knowing Vanessa was in the world, married and happy, death would be better. He could go out as a hero, her savior. He wouldn’t hear rumors of her moving on. He wouldn’t feel the ache of missing her all the time. He wouldn’t wish every day that she’d write or visit. He’d be gone, and he’d be out of his misery. And she could move on, not feeling guilty that she’d given up on him. She might pull something like that. If he killed Jeremy for her, she would feel obligated to stay with him, to bring him money in prison and send him things, to visit and accept calls and write. She would do it all, and then he would be the one feeling guilty. What a horrible outcome.
So, that was it. If he was going to go away, it was better that he be shot back and killed than to rot his life away behind bars. Only problem was, how did he make sure he’d be shot? No way to do it unless he pulled the trigger on himself. And as long as there was a chance he’d be a free man with Vanessa at this side, he wouldn’t be able to.
She was now the most important thing in his life, and Opal was a close second. He would do anything for them, and he was about to. But the fear ran through him like ice water. He didn’t want to lose her. He wanted to feel her warm body in his arms like he could right in this moment. He wanted her close forever. He wanted her and all of her for a long, long time. Hell, maybe they’d even get married.
That almost made him laugh. He’d never pictured himself as a husband. One of those whipped guys in a plaid shirt, shopping for tampons for their wives or spending whole Saturdays mowing the lawn and doing yard work. It had always seemed awful. And some of it still did. But he didn’t think it’d be like that with Vanessa. She wouldn’t try to control him or take over his life. She just wanted him to be safe and happy. And that was what he wanted for her, too.
He pressed his nose against her temple and breathed in her scent. How could he ever let her go? It was a wonder she was here with him. He couldn’t blow this. He had to make sure he’d be able to get back to her after this. And that meant he might have to make an even bigger sacrifice than he’d imagined. He might have to hold back and not kill Jeremy if the chance arrived. Not sticking a bullet in that asshole now that he knew what he’d done to the love of his life would be much harder than shooting him. Killing him was almost easy since it was such a strong desire in him. Really not much of a sacrifice at all now that he thought about it. The biggest sacrifice he could make for her was letting that bastard live.
