Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My heart beats in my ears, and the silence, the wait are killing me. “If you don’t like them, I can get rid of them…and that also means you have extremely bad taste because you’re hot and I’m very fucking good.”
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Hunter turns to me. “I can’t believe I posed for these.”
Shit. He’s disappointed. Did I force him? He knew what I was doing. He could have stopped me at any moment. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No.” Hunter stops me when I try to move away from him. “It’s just…there has never been anyone in my life who could get me to pose for naked photos. I let you take some of my hole.”
“To be fair, you don’t know any other photographers.”
“That’s not what I’m saying, Lucas, and you know it. Everything feels safe with you. It didn’t even occur to me to say no. I look at this and can’t believe I did it, and that they’re…”
“So fucking beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Hunt.”
He takes my face in his hands, holding me so fucking gently before pressing his mouth to mine. Hunter’s tongue swipes at my lips, asking for entry, and as soon as my lips are parted, slipping inside.
There’s something incredibly fucking hot about kissing Hunter. It’s like he kisses with his whole body, like his tongue and mouth are telling a story that doesn’t need words, like he’s putting everything into the kiss and begging you to feel it, to hear him, and I do. I wrap my arms around him, knock his hat away, and thread my fingers through his hair. I want to bend over for him right now, want him inside me, fucking me until there’s no separation between us, until we’re one, fused together by whatever this is between us.
“I want you,” I say, when his mouth slides over my throat, licking and sucking at the skin there.
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
“Anything,” he says so softly, I almost missed it, and I swear, I believe him. In this moment, it feels like there is nothing in this world Hunter King wouldn’t give me, and I’m so fucking lucky to have him.
I pull away, pulling him with me toward the door, then down the hallway to my bedroom, turning on the lamp beside my bed. I’m already shirtless, so I move to take Hunter’s off.
He stops me when I reach for his pants, then brings his fingers up to dance them along my arm. “I love your tattoos. I didn’t realize how hot they could be until you.”
I grin. I mean, how can I not when he talks to me that way? “Say more,” I joke, and he snickers, then begins kissing them.
“I love how independent you are. That one look at you says you don’t take shit.” He runs his hand down my torso. “I love your lean, lithe body. How feral you get for sucking cock. That you make things fun, even when you’re grumpy.”
I chuckle. “I like being grumpy.”
“I like that about you too. Is it your favorite thing about yourself? I asked you once and you couldn’t tell me.”
“My favorite things are all the things you like about me,” I answer honestly.
“Then, everything.”
The words hardly leave his mouth before we’re kissing again, hard and fast and hungry, like if we don’t take advantage of this moment, it’ll be ripped away from us. We each reach for the other’s pants, him tugging down my sweats, me his joggers. I’m freeballing, so he’s got immediate access to my cock, stroking me while I work on getting his boxer briefs down. His dick is hot to the touch, scorching and already slick with precum.
“Why does it feel so right to be here with you?” he asks against my skin, each word responsible for every beat of my heart.
I want to tell him it’s always been him for me, that I’ve always wanted him to be mine, that no matter how wrong it is, I always would have chosen him, and even if I lose everything else in my life, I can survive it if he stays mine.
Instead, I finish stripping him, then pull him to the bed. Hunter laughs when I push him down on it, bouncing slightly. When I step out of my sweats, something comes over me, and I jump on top of him, straddling him in this playful, silly way. I pinch his nipples, and Hunter laughs, then bucks his body like he’s trying to get me off him.
“Aren’t you tired from the game?” I hold my own, wondering how he has any energy at all, but he seems totally fine.
“Not too tired for this.” Before I can stop him, Hunter flips me. He has me on my back, him on top of me, his hands pressing my wrists to the bed.