On the Rocks (Last Call #1)(64)
“What’s so funny?” I ask her in confusion.
Gabby leans forward suddenly, crawling across the couch to me, and slithering her way right onto my lap, where she straddles me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leans in and kisses me, giggling once more. “I just think it’s f*cking adorable that you would get in a fight to defend my honor.”
“Seriously? You think that’s f*cking adorable?” I ask as my hands come up to grip her waist.
She nods her head with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, staring at me intently.
“I don’t want to be adorable,” I tell her. “I want to be f*cking macho… like a knight in shining armor.”
Gabby giggles again, and it’s the best sound in the entire world. She leans in and kisses me, sweetly at first, but the minute my fingers sink into the flesh at her hips, she opens up and gives it to me hot and wet.
I groan, then she groans, and then I flip her on her back, settling in between her legs. I kiss her hard while I clasp her tight to me, ignoring the dull ache from the cut in my palm and the gash on my knee. She responds just as hard, pushing her hips up into me and moaning into my mouth.
“I love you,” she says against my lips, and my entire world flips upside down over her sweet words. She pulls slightly back to look at me. “I love that you defend me, and that you were worried about me, and that you wanted to come and tell me in person, because I know you, Hunter. You wouldn’t want me to hear it elsewhere. Only while you were here in front of me so you could hug me if I took it badly.”
I stare at her, awash with love, and f*cking hot as hell with desire at this moment. But mostly love for my girl.
“Are you really okay about that?” I ask as I lean down and rub my cheek along hers.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m fine. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, and I’m sure I’ll hear it again.”
“You’re amazing, Gabs. Most women would have been in a dither over that.”
“A dither?” she asks incredulously. “That’s f*cking adorable.”
Laughing, I push my hips against her so she gets another taste of the hard-on that’s about ready to bust out of my pants. “Let’s see if you think I’m f*cking adorable when I’m making you scream in pleasure.”
“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”
So I do.
Knock, knock, knock.
Vaguely, it comes to me through the darkness that someone is knocking. On the wall? On the door?
“Fuck,” Hunter groans beside me and I come awake, realizing I’m in his bed. The knowledge that I’m naked and wrapped in his arms makes me feel warm and snuggly, and I push back against him, wiggling in closer.
“Stop doing that,” he growls in my ear. “Someone’s at the door, and I don’t want to have to answer it with a hard-on.”
After kissing me on the back of my head, Hunter releases me and rolls out of bed. I can hear him in the dusky gloom of early morning, pulling on his pants. I open one eye and look at the clock. Six in the morning, so it must be important.
“Want me to get up with you?” I ask groggily.
“No. Go back to sleep, baby.”
“‘Kay,” I say as I roll over into the warm spot he just left and curl my hand under my chin. I hear the bedroom door open briefly, then shut again, and I nestle down under the covers to go back to sleep.
I let my mind drift to last night with Hunter. It was an ordinary night. He worked at Last Call until about eight, and then I met him here at the apartment, where we shared a late dinner with John and Sasha. They are going to be leaving in a few days, and I know Hunter wants to spend as much time with John as he can. We stayed up until about midnight, drinking beer and shooting the shit.
When it was time to go to bed, Hunter stood up from the couch and pulled me up by my hand. “We’re heading to bed, guys. See you in the morning.”
John and Sasha both gave us smiles. John’s genuine as he softly said, “Goodnight,” and Sasha’s accommodating.
When we were in the privacy of Hunter’s bedroom, he wasted no time in peeling my clothes off. As my shirt came over my head and his hands worked at my bra strap, he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay about not getting that bid with Coursier?”
As often seems to happen around Hunter lately, my heart just melted over his continued concern. “Yes, baby. I’m fine. It’s not the end of the world for me.”
“Okay,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. “Just wanted to make sure.”
We were silent after that as we both helped the other undress, softly kissing and stroking in between broken breaths and whispered sighs. Hunter made love to me last night, so very slowly, the only measure of our excitement was the quickening of our breaths as he moved leisurely in and out of me. Our hands were clasped together tight and, when he wasn’t kissing me, he was looking down at me with love and tenderness. We came together and it was shattering, even as it was quiet.
And then Hunter was pulling me into his arms to go to sleep, as I murmured to him that I loved him.
Smiling, I realize that my thoughts didn’t cause me to drift back to sleep. Rather, I’m wide awake. Just thinking about Hunter excites me, and I’m not talking sexually, although last night was blistering hot in a sweet way. But I’m talking about excited as in I hate to spend a single moment away from him. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now, and even though I got smacked down by Henry Coursier yesterday, I feel like I can pretty much accomplish anything I set my mind to.