Chapter Twenty-Eight

Seven

He roamed his eyes over Hunter’s body when the man left the bed and collected the small bottle of lube. Thank God Hunter had had the foresight to stop at the hotel shop downstairs. Lube for sale at a hotel shop—imagine that. He wasn’t going to question the odds, though.

Hunter flipped off the overhead light and the man’s cerulean blue-colored eyes glittered in the dim light from the lamp on the desk. Hunter snapped open the bottle on his way back to the bed, but instead of putting it on his own dick, Hunter climbed up and dumped it onto Seven’s cock. Either way was fine with him; they usually switched back and forth with each other. He liked that about them.

He hissed at the touch of those firm fingers twisting slick down his dick. Hunter straddled his legs and kept up that slow jerk that was driving him crazy.

Snatching up the lube where Hunter had tossed it to the bed, Seven slicked his fingers and slipped them down between Hunter’s legs, past his sac, before ghosting over the sensitive skin between his cheeks. Slowly, he pushed one finger into Hunter’s ass and watched the man’s eyes widen.

“Seven,” Hunter hissed, and it was the sexiest sound.

Hunter planted hands on his own thighs and sat upright to ride his finger, and Seven added another.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Hunter groaned, sinking down on both fingers. His head sank back on his neck and dark, sweat-slickened hair fell over his forehead.

Seven paused for a beat and then placed the tip of his cock at Hunter’s ass and pushed—making his way inside. Hunter fell forward a bit, hands on his shoulders, and sank his ass down. Before long, the man was bending farther to press a kiss to his neck and then lips while grinding his hips.

“Just like that,” Seven said, his breath coming quickly, and he chased Hunter’s lips when the man drew back slightly.

Running his hands over Hunter’s damp skin, he gripped the man’s hips and sent his own thrusting up. Hunter gasped, sitting back, and used his thigh muscles to lift his ass up and down.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Hunter groaned, tossing his head back.

Seven agreed; he needed to come so fucking bad it was all he could do to hold it. He paused for a beat and then picked up a much slower grinding pace.

“No…” Hunter panted. “Don’t go slow.”

“I want to savor you,” he rasped, feeling Hunter shiver.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he slipped his cock in deep and pulled it out just as slowly.

Hunter had bitched before about him going slow, but Seven fucking craved it. And he suspected that Hunter did too. His hands slipped from the sweat on Hunter’s skin, and he moved one around to take hold of Hunter’s cock.

With his other hand, he brought Hunter’s head down and fused his mouth to Hunter’s, and then slipped his hand down the back of the man’s back, feeling as the muscles released and contracted.

Hunter had taken over the slow ride, lifting and rocking down, placing his arms on the mattress on either side of Seven’s head. The kiss broke apart and Seven rubbed his unshaven face along Hunter’s neck, jaw, and chin before taking Hunter’s lips in another bone-crushing kiss.

Seven twisted and slipped his hand up and down Hunter’s throbbing length until he felt the man pulse. Running the pad of his thumb over the crown, he smeared the precome around and down as Hunter moaned.

Slow was good up to a point and Seven had reached that point. Sliding his free hand back to Hunter’s hip, he gripped him there and sent his hips upward hard—going deep—and each piston upward drew more precome from Hunter’s cock.

Hunter’s head snapped up and their eyes met, gazes colliding, and everything he felt for Hunter was reflected back from the man above him. The power Hunter had over him was scary and fierce and Seven wouldn’t change it for anything on this Earth. Emotions swirled in those bright blue eyes.

Seven pounded upward and Hunter slammed down one last time. Pleasure crashed through his gut and tightened his balls. Between them, Hunter’s cock exploded in his grip and the man spiraled, sending ropes of come over Seven’s stomach.

He lost it; with his eyes now locked with Hunter’s, he sent several more jerking thrusts upward. His orgasm rolled over him, blurring Hunter’s face and the room as he emptied his balls into the man he loved without a shadow of a doubt.

Above him, Hunter gyrated, taking everything he had to give. The man’s cock was still semi-hard in his fist. Seven panted and sank his whole body back into the bed, but his dick wasn’t finished.

“Ready for round two?” Hunter leaned over him, and Seven’s cock slipped out of the man’s ass.

With a slight thrust, Hunter slid his dick into his hand.

“Yeah” he breathed, pulling at Hunter’s cock.

Hunter got the lube from the bed.

Light filtered through the crack in the hotel’s blackout curtains and shot across the bed. It was the only thing that pulled Seven from a sound sleep.

Well, that and the fact when he patted the bed beside him, it was empty. He rolled and sat up. Hunter wasn’t in the main room and the light in the bathroom was off.

“Hunter?” he called out, just in case he had missed him somewhere. “Well, shit,” he grumbled and tossed back the sheets to sit on the edge of the bed.

The door key beeped and then the lock clicked, jerking Seven’s head up, and he devoured Hunter’s sexy frame. Carrying a tray of coffee and breakfast, Hunter approached the bed.

“Hey.” Hunter smiled at him and Seven felt like he’d won the lottery.

“Hey.” He returned the smile and then slid back on the bed, up against the headboard, and pulled the sheet over his waist. Hunter put the tray in his hands and kicked off his shoes and pants before climbing back into bed.

They sat like that sipping coffee and eating ham and cheese croissants.

They hadn’t had that many of these moments in the past because Seven hadn’t stuck around, but all that was going to change. He vowed to make moments like these all the time.

A perfect time.

A time he could spend with the man he loved more than anything on Earth. He really had no family to call his own except for Josh. And that was another thing he needed to figure out. He was going to get custody of Joshua, and maybe Dave would help without wanting too much in return. Either way, with Joshua in the picture, Seven needed a steady income and not the mercenary jobs he’d been taking here and there. After yesterday’s events at Lark’s house, Seven knew his choices.

“Your brain is spinning.”

“What?”

Hunter smirked and plucked the empty tray from him and placed it on the nightstand before turning back to him.

“What are you thinking?”

“You first,” Seven said, dodging the question.

“I want to take you home to meet my moms.”

Seven sat stunned, but Hunter patiently waited him out.

“What if…” He paused, struggling for the words, but Hunter didn’t have that problem.

“What if they don’t like you?”

“It’s a possibility…” he croaked.

“Babe. They are going to love you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” Hunter smiled. “Now, tell me about your family.”

Dread filled Seven, but with a hard swallow, he told Hunter about his deadbeat dad and alcoholic stepmother. Joshua and Lisa were his half-siblings. The living conditions were only as good as they were because Seven paid for everything since his dad retired early about a year ago.

“I can’t leave Josh there,” Seven murmured tightly.

“Oh, hell no, we are not leaving him there. I’ll talk to Dave.”

“You will?”

“Damn right, I will.”

Seven’s breath caught at the fierce love shining in Hunter’s eyes and he gave a silent thank-you to whatever power had brought this man into his life.