38. Hunter

In my experience, nothing good ever came from a conversation that started that way. I braced myself, waiting for the rejection.

"We both have baggage," he began.

"I know…"

"I'm not ready to run up to the rooftops and announce that I'm gay—"

"Aussie," I interrupted. My heart stuttered.

"Will you let me know if your father is being a wanker? If he lays a finger on you, will you let me take care of you?"

I huffed a laugh. "The one time you can use ‘cunt,' and you choose the word ‘wanker.'"

He rolled his eyes. "Hunt…" He warned.

"I promise I will stop at nothing to protect you," I replied.

He frowned at that., "Did you not hear me? If this is going to work, I need you safe. I've lost a lot of people I care about, and I refuse to lose you. I cannot lose you, Boston."

I bit my lip, unsure if I could promise not to sacrifice myself if it meant saving him.

"I will tell you—that's as much as I can promise. Because if it comes down to it, I will always protect you." Tyler didn't seem to like the answer and I half expected him to pull away.

"So, are we doing this then? No more one last time? We'll be exclusive but… secret?" My heart pounded my ribcage. I was suddenly aware of his weight on me, his scent washing over me.

"I've only been with you since that first night."

I watched his smile light up his face, loving how it washed away the heavy creases between his brows. "So, yes? Exclusively secret couple?"

"Yes, baby." I lunged to crush his lips in a bruising kiss. "You're mine, and I'm yours."

Tyler rose onto his knees, throwing one leg over me until he straddled my lap. I felt his hard length against mine as he leaned over. Our lips collided, desperate and needy. The feeling of his muscled back flexing under my touch sent a shiver down my spine. With a deep breath in, I grazed my nose against the crook of his neck..

"Mm you always smell so good."

"I think I'm sweating out cheap whiskey."

"No wonder I'm getting drunk off you."

Tyler barked out a laugh. "You did not just say that." Still, his eyes sparkled.

"I did—deal with it and fuck me already."

His eyes lit up. I loved making my Aussie fall apart beneath me, but in that moment, he needed control. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before reaching into the bedside drawer and dropping our supplies by my hip. The look he gave me took my breath away. Those turquoise eyes shone through thick lashes, combined with a devilish smile that promised exactly what I wanted. He kissed a slow path down my stomach, paying special attention to my still-healing bruises. When he reached the waistband of my boxer briefs, he hooked his fingers behind it and pulled them down so his lips could seamlessly continue their path down my body. The combined sensation of the fabric against my heated flesh and his lips leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake had my cock throbbing.

Tyler's last kiss landed on the inside of my ankle, and I couldn't tell you why, but it sent a thrill through me. It must have been the intimacy of it all, to be touched with such tenderness, knowing that he intended to destroy me. It had me melting into a pool of submission for the man who would own me—forever.

His lips made their way back to the inside of my thigh before he flattened his tongue against the curve of my ass, licking a path over my taint and my balls until he reached the head of my dick. I arched towards his touch, chasing the wet heat of his mouth. I writhed beneath him, crying and pleading as he fondled my balls with one hand, while he used two lubed fingers to stretch me open. When he closed his mouth over my cock, my vision whited out.

"Aussie." My voice broke and I hoped he could hear the desperation, hoped he could tell how close I was to ending things before they even began.

He hummed around my shaft and it took every tactic I had not to shoot right down his throat.

"Ty, baby…" I panted. "I'm ready. Please, please just fuck me."

My body arched as he skillfully tapped my prostate, which had me gripping the base of my cock tightly to stave off my release.

Tyler groaned and kissed the inside of my thigh. Then he hooked my left leg over his shoulder and rose to his knees, aligning his cockhead with my entrance. He pressed a soft kiss to my neck and pushed through, his groan rolling through me. I hissed when his teeth sank into my neck, marking me, claiming me as his. I didn't care—not in that moment.

My hips bucked, seeking out friction. Tyler read me perfectly, rolling his hips in a way that made my body light up. I arched into his chest, my dick rubbing against the silky skin of his abs. My eyes shuttered involuntarily. It was all too much—Tyler stretching me, filling me. The way he rocked his hips to graze my prostate with every move.

I couldn't hold back.

"God, Ty, I won't last."

His lips met mine in a sloppy kiss. "Good, neither am I. You feel fucking amazing. So tight, so mine."

I took his lips once more as my body combusted, come smearing my chest and Tyler's stomach. I had never felt so… owned by anyone in my life. Tyler Riley owned every part of me: mind, body and soul. He shuddered above me, his lips pulling away to release a shaky breath that said more than words ever could.

Aftershocks made our bodies tremble as we took in each other's breaths, wrapping ourselves in each other's smell.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. He didn't seem to mind the mess between us as he curled against my chest.

I felt as every rigid muscle softened, curving into me like it was where he belonged. And in my mind, he did.

Wrapped up in each other, we slowly drifted off to sleep.