out of his pocket. “Damn it. I’m so sorry, baby, but I need to take this right now. We need to talk soon. I’ll try to make this quick.”
I waved him off and from past experience I knew he would be on the phone for at least an hour or two. He’d ruined quite a few nights that way. Just because I was his wife now meant things would change.
I wandered the house absentmindedly, giddy at the fact memories were starting to come back. My thoughts wandered to seeing Hunter in the hallway with my mother. Something she said triggered part of a memory, but it wasn’t enough to bring it back. It was just a glimmer and then it was gone. She’d said thank you for saving my daughters .
Hunter had always been someone who wanted to help the people around him. He thrived being the white knight that swooped in to save the day. It was something I teased him about constantly when we were younger. I needed to ask him why we decided to get married in the first place. Amazingly it had never come up. Something about the memory prickled against my skin.
The relief I’d felt when I found out I had married him and not Michael took over when Hunter told me we married. As much as I’d fought my feelings for him in the past, I was certainly embracing them now. Something told me I was missing a bigger piece of the puzzle, and I wanted to know what it was.
I woke up to Hunter’s tongue lightly stroking me. A quiet whimper I recognized as my own filled the otherwise quiet room. My fingers tangled in his hair as I fully woke up. I arched off the bed as he pushed a finger inside.
“That feels amazing.” My breath caught in my throat as he found a spot that felt even more wickedly amazing.
His eyes met mine, but his tongue didn’t stop its wonderful ministrations. As I looked between us, I realized Hunter had taken off my panties and the tank top I’d changed into before going to sleep. How in the hell had he done that without waking me up? My eyes traveled farther down the bed and noticed that Hunter was stroking himself as he lapped at my clit. My back arched off the bed as he softly bit down on my inner thigh.
“Hell of a way to wake a girl up.”
“Well, when I want to fuck my wife, I do what needs to be done.”
I love it when he calls me his wife.
Hunter slowly crawled up the bed, positioning himself above me and balancing on his forearms. His lips brushed against mine gently as he pushed his hard cock inside. I whimpered softly as my body adjusted to him. His lips moved to the place behind my ear that drove me fucking wild and I arched into him. A small grin crossed my face as his thrusts increased.
His hand clamped down on my breast and squeezed hard as he fought off his orgasm. My head was spinning. Two minutes ago I was asleep and now I was trying not to scream. The sound of my moans and his grunts bounced off the walls as we got closer. Hunter dug his face into the side of my neck, muffling himself as he found his release. I bent my head down and bit his chest to keep from screaming. He would probably have a bruise later, but it was worth it.
He rolled to the side and skimmed his nose over my nipple. I yelped as his fingers pinched down on my sensitive clit. The asshole started laughing and leaned up to place a kiss on my lips. His smile was contagious and I started grinning back at him.
“You’re insane, you know that?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you love it.”
I love you.
It was too soon to say that though. Hunter wrapped his arms around me and within minutes we were both asleep.
It was a little shocking the next morning when he kissed me before running out the door. His goodbye felt rushed, but he reminded me again that he wanted to talk to me about something important as soon as he got home from his business trip—an unexpected business trip that took three days. It was hard not to be a little upset that he’d taken off without discussing it with me first, but in the same breath I was
I waved him off and from past experience I knew he would be on the phone for at least an hour or two. He’d ruined quite a few nights that way. Just because I was his wife now meant things would change.
I wandered the house absentmindedly, giddy at the fact memories were starting to come back. My thoughts wandered to seeing Hunter in the hallway with my mother. Something she said triggered part of a memory, but it wasn’t enough to bring it back. It was just a glimmer and then it was gone. She’d said thank you for saving my daughters .
Hunter had always been someone who wanted to help the people around him. He thrived being the white knight that swooped in to save the day. It was something I teased him about constantly when we were younger. I needed to ask him why we decided to get married in the first place. Amazingly it had never come up. Something about the memory prickled against my skin.
The relief I’d felt when I found out I had married him and not Michael took over when Hunter told me we married. As much as I’d fought my feelings for him in the past, I was certainly embracing them now. Something told me I was missing a bigger piece of the puzzle, and I wanted to know what it was.
I woke up to Hunter’s tongue lightly stroking me. A quiet whimper I recognized as my own filled the otherwise quiet room. My fingers tangled in his hair as I fully woke up. I arched off the bed as he pushed a finger inside.
“That feels amazing.” My breath caught in my throat as he found a spot that felt even more wickedly amazing.
His eyes met mine, but his tongue didn’t stop its wonderful ministrations. As I looked between us, I realized Hunter had taken off my panties and the tank top I’d changed into before going to sleep. How in the hell had he done that without waking me up? My eyes traveled farther down the bed and noticed that Hunter was stroking himself as he lapped at my clit. My back arched off the bed as he softly bit down on my inner thigh.
“Hell of a way to wake a girl up.”
“Well, when I want to fuck my wife, I do what needs to be done.”
I love it when he calls me his wife.
Hunter slowly crawled up the bed, positioning himself above me and balancing on his forearms. His lips brushed against mine gently as he pushed his hard cock inside. I whimpered softly as my body adjusted to him. His lips moved to the place behind my ear that drove me fucking wild and I arched into him. A small grin crossed my face as his thrusts increased.
His hand clamped down on my breast and squeezed hard as he fought off his orgasm. My head was spinning. Two minutes ago I was asleep and now I was trying not to scream. The sound of my moans and his grunts bounced off the walls as we got closer. Hunter dug his face into the side of my neck, muffling himself as he found his release. I bent my head down and bit his chest to keep from screaming. He would probably have a bruise later, but it was worth it.
He rolled to the side and skimmed his nose over my nipple. I yelped as his fingers pinched down on my sensitive clit. The asshole started laughing and leaned up to place a kiss on my lips. His smile was contagious and I started grinning back at him.
“You’re insane, you know that?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you love it.”
I love you.
It was too soon to say that though. Hunter wrapped his arms around me and within minutes we were both asleep.
It was a little shocking the next morning when he kissed me before running out the door. His goodbye felt rushed, but he reminded me again that he wanted to talk to me about something important as soon as he got home from his business trip—an unexpected business trip that took three days. It was hard not to be a little upset that he’d taken off without discussing it with me first, but in the same breath I was
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