The Country Duet(77)
The scent of homemade chicken noodle soup hits us hard when we step in. I went out and bought my very own Instapot after learning the magic it bestows. Baker loves helping cook and thinks she’s real hot shit when she can just throw stuff into the pot and have a full meal.
Hunter’s stomach growls on cue. I head for the kitchen to scoop out a serving of soup for him, hoping it’s bland enough for his stomach. His hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me back to him.
“Hey, I’m going to get you some food.”
“Not hungry for food,” he growls into my neck.
“Your stomach says otherwise.” I try to push him back. “You need food.”
“I need you more.” He’s determined, moving our bodies to the couch.
Before I know it, I’m pressed into the sofa with his body hovering over mine. We’ve both been dying for alone time. I’ve tried to convince Hunter that we’d be okay once Baker was asleep, but he refused.
Our hands race, tearing off our clothes, grabbing for each other, not able to get enough. Our bodies are moving in unison, desperately fighting for what it wants. I feel his need for me pressing into my core through his jeans. Hunter doesn’t let me get to the button of his jeans. He has other plans, which consist of dragging down my pants then my lacy panties. He spends a long time down there until he has me writhing and screaming underneath him.
“Hunter, I need you now.” I tug on his hair until I have his attention.
He crawls up my body, pressing his lips to mine and kissing the hell out of me. I go for the button of his jeans until he’s free. When he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a condom, I stop him by grabbing his hand.
“I’m on birth control.”
This stills his actions, and he studies my face with intrigue.
“Were you then?” he asks.
I don’t miss the hurt in his voice.
“No, baby.” I shake my head with certainty. “I prayed every single day you were gone that you’d come back. I got on birth control because if it did ever happen, I wanted all of you. The future and everything between.”
His elbow sinks into the couch as he shimmies out of his jeans. We both freeze and gaze at each other with the promise of forever. His thumb runs small circles on my cheek. Then we share everything. Our hearts pound in unison, our breathing matching each other’s, and then we fall together.
Hunter collapses on my chest, breathless. My arms wrap around his back, tugging him closer to me even though it’s impossible. My hands drag through his hair at the nape of his neck. The silky strands are my only solace and foundation to life.
His stomach growls, vibrating off mine. I run my nails from the top of his ass up to his shoulders.
“Time to eat.” I pat his back.
Hunter grumbles into my neck, nipping at my skin before he finally gets off me. I spot a massive bruise on his back that wraps around to his side. It’s all sorts of green and purple.
“What the hell?” I sit up, not covering up my naked body and run my palm over the bruise. “What in the hell happened?”
Hunter twists his torso to peer back at what has my attention. The asshole grins, and I swear I can sense embarrassment dancing in his eyes.
“Hunter,” I demand.
“I was cleaning the snow off Dave’s satellite on his roof and fell off.”
I stand up then pull on his shirt that drowns me. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
I race to the bathroom, but continue to assault him with questions. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this?”
“It wasn’t a big deal.” He follows me into the bathroom.
“Falling off a damn roof is a colossal deal.”
He tries to smooth it over by grabbing me by the hip, but I back away and fire up the shower.
“Not working, Cowboy. You’d think by how damn graceful you are on horseback and on the ranch, that you’d be safe, but I’m starting to worry about you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You need to wear a helmet, Hunter. I’m all about your good looks, but am also kind of fond of your brain, too.”
I see it coming and move fast enough to miss the slap to my bare ass. I hop in and underneath the hot spray of the shower. I’m not alone long before my sexy man steps in. He washes every inch of my skin, ensuring I’m squeaky clean then before long our passion takes over. I’m certain we’ll never be able to get enough of each other.
It’s nearly two in the morning before we make it to the kitchen. I study Hunter as he slurps down the broth of the soup, then slowly begins nibbling on the noodles and chicken. I worry my bottom lip, wanting to haul his ass to the ER and make him get tested.
Chapter 18
Hunter
“There’s no normal life, Wyatt. It’s just life. Get on with it.” –Doc Holliday
“Carl in my class got in big twouble for showing the class his pee pee,” Baker announces while I’m driving her to preschool.
The car swerves, and I slam on the brakes in shock.
“Excuse me?” I peer in the rearview mirror.
“Yep, he said he was smarter cause he has a stick.”
I roll my hand over the steering wheel, processing what Baker is telling me. My first thought is, I wonder if I can kick this Carl’s ass. The second and third ideas are similar.