He bent, hooked the waistband of my now soaked panties with his fingers and slid them down my legs. I squealed in surprise when he grabbed me by the back of the ankles and hauled me to the edge of the bed.

“You like my fingers.”

He knelt and ran his hand over my clit. I wanted to move, to press my pussy into his hand. I ached for more, but didn’t beg for it. I trusted he’d give it to me.

“You like my cock,” he said as his face dipped lower. His breath drifted over me, and I suppressed a shiver. My eyes fell shut as he licked his way up my swollen lips to my clit. I moaned when he took it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. “You like my tongue.”

He did it again. He sucked and flicked my clit until I gripped the blanket, desperate to hold on to something. I wanted to grab his head and ride his tongue the way mine had ridden his dick earlier. I wanted him to tongue fuck me until I screamed.

He slowed down, kissed my aching pussy and ran his hands up my inner thighs. I opened my legs wider. He slid two fingers into me. I wanted to snap my legs shut and squeeze him tight. I clenched my muscles around his fingers as he eased them out of me.

“Hunter,” I breathed. My body was in the middle of a revolt. I wanted to stay still, but it wanted to buck and writhe under his expert touch. He ran his thumb over my clit.

“Tell me what you want, Summer.”

I cried out as he slid his fingers back inside me.

“You, Hunter. I want you.”

He slid his fingers out of me. He stood and removed his pants. I stared at him. It was the first time I’d seen him naked in the daylight. It was one thing to feel him inside me, his cock buried so deep I felt as if I could burst. It was another to see him standing there, naked, waiting to fuck me. I could hardly believe, even after he’d come all over my tongue, that he was ready to go again.

I expected him to climb on top me, impale me and fuck me senseless. Instead he dove back between my legs. He licked my pussy. He lapped up the juices that spilled out of me. I groaned and wove my fingers into his hair. He kissed around my clit, ran his fingers near all the places I wanted to be touched, but refused to touch me where I needed him to the most.

Then something amazing happened. He lapped my clit as he plunged his fingers deep inside me. I pressed him into me as I bucked. I let go, drifted away. He fucked me with his face, his hands, he was everything I needed him to be, and when I finally stopped writhing, he pulled out and climbed up onto the bed.

I didn’t open my eyes. He ran a finger down my cheek. I could smell myself on him, but I was beyond caring. He pressed his lips to mine. I let go of the blanket and found his hot flesh. I pushed him over at the same time that I rose onto my knees.

Once he was on his back, I crawled on top of him, ran my dripping pussy up his shaft until his head dipped inside me. I slid down on him, never taking my gaze off his face. He took my breasts in his hand, pulled himself up, took a nipple into his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it. I clenched my muscles around his thick cock, and he fell back.

I sat up straight and let my head drop back. I reached down and ran my fingers over my clit as I rocked my hips. With every touch, my muscles clenched around him. Hunter moaned louder and gripped me tighter.

I fell forward and found his shoulders with my hands as I dug in, fucking him as hard as I could. Not hard enough.

Hunter flipped me over and held us still for a moment. He kissed my lips, then my cheek before he whispered into my ear. “My turn.”

He hit me like a storm. He came from nowhere, but was everywhere at once. He held me tight against him. I wrapped my legs around him as he drove deep inside me. Would it always be like this? I wondered. This intense? When he was around, there was nothing else. I shuddered, arched my back and cried his name. I dug my heels into his ass. He slammed into me hard and fast, then stopped. He slid out slow before he drove it in faster.

I snaked my fingers up his body and then through his hair. I gripped his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He moaned into it, and I lost it. He swallowed my cries as I shuddered out another orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I pulled away and dropped my head back. He wasn’t there to swallow the words that tumbled out of my mouth. A stream of incoherent obscenities followed by a moan.

“Fuck. Hunter. Fuck, you’re so good.”

My words must have been magic. His gaze met mine for a fraction of a second before his eyes slammed shut. He buried himself deep and growled. His cock twitched inside me as he came over and over again. Each thrust brought another ooze of liquid with it. After he was done, he eased out, flopped next to me and pulled me close.

We laid there and panted, breathless and spent. I curled myself closer and lay my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and brought his hand to rest on my side. My eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

When I woke up, Hunter was still there. I tilted my head, careful not to disturb him. He looked so peaceful, so serene. His lips twitched.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I stretched and kissed his cheek before I nestled back down against him. “Good morning.”

He ran a finger up my side.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to have to retaliate.” I placed my hand on his chest.

“That was kind of the point.” Hunter laughed.

I pushed myself up and leaned on my elbow. “Really? Again?”

Hunter opened his eyes. “I could spend all day in this bed with you.”

“Mmm.” I pressed my lips to his and slid my tongue along his lower lip. “That sounds like a great plan. Do you think they’d miss us at the reunion? We could hide up here the whole time.” I ran my hand down his stomach, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from going farther.

“I’m not going to let Mitch hurt you, Summer.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I knew this. I even doubted that Mitch would be an asshole to me in front of his entire family. A fear stirred in my stomach and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. I felt ridiculous, stupid, but no matter how many times I told myself so, the feeling never left.

I lay on my side. Hunter rolled over to spoon me. He rested his hand on my hip. He was propped on his elbow now. Kisses, soft and tender, landed on my neck, behind my ear. “I promise he won’t hurt you anymore.”

I wasn’t afraid of Mitch hurting me. It was going to be awkward to see him again, but it wasn’t him I was afraid of. It was Hunter. He promised to protect me from Mitch, and I believed him, but who was going to protect me from Hunter? He was everywhere now. He was on my mind almost constantly. I couldn’t shake him. I didn’t want to be hurt again. I couldn’t take another heartbreak, but I was in too deep to pull back now.

I shut my eyes and let myself enjoy the slow steady breathing from the man who held me. No, it wouldn’t be Mitch who hurt me. It’d be Hunter and this thing between us, whatever it was. I was already too attached.

I wrapped myself in his arms. I didn’t care that I knew this could never end well. I held on. I’d work on letting go later.

Chapter Ten

Through some miracle, or Hunter’s excellent persuasion skills, the reunion wouldn’t happen until midway through the summer. He and I spent that month sneaking around. Sometimes we’d tell everyone we were going to separate locations, then meet up somewhere else. Other times we’d avoid each other all together. It was a game to us. Who would break first? We never made it a whole day without one of us sneaking into the other person’s room.

The morning of the reunion I stepped out of the shower and was drying my hair when my mom knocked on my bathroom door.