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Because I did. I’ve always loved him, and it was time he knew.
Hunter’s angry face came into view a second before I was moved behind a protective Thomas. His tall body tried to block what was happening, but I saw.
“You ever touch her again, and I’ll kill you. Do you understand me?” Miles was standing over a sprawled-out Brad, his fist pulled back and breathing hard. There were a few drops of blood splattered across his knuckles. “Never touch a woman unless she has invited you to do so. Never.”
No one made a move. Not even Thomas tried to put a stop to it out of obligation.
“Miles,” I whispered, my voice a little shaky. My entire body was shaking. More than anything, I needed him to come over and hold me.
“Hunter, enough. Let Thomas get him out of here,” Emily cried out when her brother picked Brad up by the collar of his shirt and landed another blow. Then another.
Miles didn’t stop until a sickening crunch was heard and Brad went limp. He wasn’t knocked out, but the kid couldn’t hold himself up.
He’d have some nasty bruises by the time the day was through.
“Thomas,” Hunter growled out, his eyes flickering to me for a brief second.
“Yeah?” In Thomas’s defense, he kept his voice calm. Unaffected. But deep down it had to bother him, hurt, to see this happen.
“Take this garbage to your parents and tell them what happened.” Flexing his hands a few times, Hunter brought out a handkerchief and cleaned his hand. “Every last fucking thing. And trust me, I’ll find out if you didn’t.”
“I will. This has gone on far enough.”
“Good.”
Thomas cleared his throat then, and he stepped beside Hunter. “Please know that I am not like him. Don’t hold this against me, because I do love your sister and I’d never hurt her.”
“Fair enough.” He extended his hand out to Thomas. “But if you ever hurt her—”
“I’ll expect you to do much worse.”
“Then we’re good.” Hunter turned my way then, beckoning me over with the crook of his finger.
And I did. Not one second of hesitation on my behalf.
Fuck. Just fuck.
How had I missed how hot he looked?
Dear God, he was sin.
He was my destruction in a pair of black dress pants and a long-sleeved shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Around his neck he wore a skinny tie in the combination of black and grey. And his hair…Jesus, he cut a bit of the length from his Mohawk and styled it into a perfect pompadour.
Just delicious.
Moreover, with everything that just happened, I found him even more arousing. His protectiveness was sexier than I ever imagined.
Those large hands cupped my face. “Are you okay?” His voice was thick with emotion. Worry.
“I’m fine. Surprised he grabbed me, but I am fine.” Then I smacked his chest. “Why haven’t you texted me all morning?”
“I’ve missed you.” A small kiss was placed on the tip of my nose, cheek, and then finally lips. It was soft and slow, a sinful caress that enflamed my need for more. More of everything with him. “You look beautiful by the way. Breathtaking.”
“Thank you,” I whispered against his lips, pressing myself closer.
“Guys, Mom is waiting for us to head out,” Emily called out softly from behind us. Somehow between the craziness of these last few minutes, I’d forgotten about the dinner we were being treated to after. The surprise our parents had in store.
Everything but the man in front of me.
