Chapter Four

Hunter

The bed shifting brought Hunter from a deep sleep to find it was still dark outside. A quick glance at his phone on the bedside table showed it was five minutes after 6 A.M.

Rolling to his side, he found Seven sitting on the edge of the bed, back to him, rubbing his hands over his face to shake off sleep. Scooting up, Hunter crowded his naked form up behind Seven and ran his hands up the man’s back, looping his arms over Seven’s shoulders. When Seven leaned back against him, Hunter nuzzled into the ruffled hair at his temple, his lips brushing over the shell of Seven’s ear. Seven’s head fell back against his shoulder and Hunter ran his hands down the front of the man’s chest and stomach, reaching down to take ahold of Seven’s cock. In a matter of seconds, Seven’s dick jumped in his hand and grew hard. The man gave a soft, low groan, his hips undulating, thrusting his cock into Hunter’s hand.

Hunter sank his teeth into the side of Seven’s neck, bringing out a hiss of sound. Seven’s hands came up and took ahold of his arms before the man turned and pushed him back on the bed. Hunter sprawled onto his back in the soft sheets, his eyes glued on Seven’s glittering gaze. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Seven when the man prowled up and over him. They took turns topping and last night he’d come out on top. This morning, he wanted to feel every fucking inch of Seven inside of him. He slapped around for the lube on the nightstand. They’d done away with condoms last year after Seven had produced test results. Hunter had shown his own and the unspoken agreement that they’d be exclusive was given. Dumping the lube in his hand, he reached down and smeared some on Seven’s dick before covering his own balls and ass.

Seven leaned back and watched. The room was growing lighter with the rising sun but still cast enough shadows to retain the intimacy. Gripping Seven’s hard cock, Hunter pulled and the man came forward, dropping down. Hunter’s hands were caged at each side of his head, he pulled his knees up and Seven reached down to position the head of his cock.

Their gazes locked.

The head of Seven’s cock pushed into his ass. The air left Hunter’s lungs as his lips parted. Hunter groaned when Seven slipped in farther, and Hunter’s eyes widened. Seven’s head dropped and took his open mouth in a hard kiss. Hunter could do nothing but take the biting kiss as his body was taken in a long, hard slide.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned into Seven’s mouth.

The man slid deep and stopped moving, only to reach between them and take Hunter’s hard cock into his fisted grip. The twisting squeeze brought his release close. Fuck, he wanted to come so bad. He needed to fucking come!

“Yes!” Hunter growled, his hands gripping Seven’s shoulders hard when the man refused to be rushed.

Hunter bit at Seven’s mouth and rocked his hips. Seven slowly pulled part of the way out and Hunter moaned when his tongue was sucked. In the next moment, Seven slammed home and Hunter couldn’t have said a word to save his fucking life. The bed shifted, rocking back and forth with Seven’s savage pace. Hunter slapped at the sheets, fisting them in his hands. Between Seven pistoning into his ass and the man’s twisting grip on his cock, it was only seconds before Hunter shouted and came. The sound rang out muffled against Seven’s gasping kiss.

Through every thrash of his body and pulsing throb of his cock, Seven kept jerking him, milking him of every single drop of come. The man’s thrusts became sporadic until Seven’s hips snapped, stilled, and the man groaned, emptying hot come into his ass. After several moments, Seven collapsed down on top of him, breathing harshly. The man’s cock slipped from his body and Seven eased only his hips up so Hunter could straighten his legs and then Seven was back sprawled over him. Hunter let his arms go slack and closed his eyes. They lay like that, plastered together, sweaty.

He dozed and so did Seven, and surprise held him mute when Hunter opened his eyes about 10 o’clock to find Seven still in bed with him. The man was lying on his side facing him, face cradled on one arm, sleepy blue eyes open and locked on him.

Seven hadn’t disappeared between 6:20 and then.

“You’re still here.” So what if his words sounded a bit breathless. He was stunned, surprised, and so fucking happy.

“How do you know Theo?”

Hunter blinked the sleep from his eyes and shifted on the bed. “We used to work together years ago, why?” He and Theo hadn’t really worked together, but that was close enough to the truth. He wanted to have a conversation with Seven about his past, but now was not the time.

“Do you know who that was outside the cafe last night?”

Hunter frowned. “No, I don’t.”

“It’s weird, your friend showing up out of the blue,” Seven said.

“Theo? Why? You don’t have friends pop by when they are in from out of town?” Hunter teased, relieved at the topic shift.

Seven squinted at him, looking so goddamned sexy that all Hunter could do was smile.

“I’m hungry.” Seven’s bottom lip poked out.

Hunter’s laughter bubbled up. “So am I.”

“We could go out for breakfast.”

“We could, but the house has a cook.”

“They do?”

Hunter reached out and trailed a finger down Seven’s cheek and tugged at his closely cropped beard. He knew Seven knew they had a cook, and it was cute how the guy tried to hide the fact he’d investigated his landlords.

“Yep. We can have eggs, sausage, hashbrowns,” Hunter said.

Seven hesitated.

The man’s pause spoke volumes.

Hunter dropped his hand and rolled away. He got it. Seven was a no attachments kind of guy. He didn’t get far when Seven lunged and caught him. With his back to Seven, the man crowded in close and nuzzled his nape.

“You had me at hashbrowns.” Seven’s voice came muffled against his nape.

“If only I’d known it was that simple,” he teased, not able to hide his laughter or relief.

“You calling me easy, Johnson?”

He laughed when Seven used his last name. The man only did it when they joked around, but Hunter loved it. He took it for the endearment that it was. He tipped his head back so he could look into Seven’s eyes at an angle.

“So what if I am?”

They didn’t get down in time for breakfast, but rather lunch. The cook smiled and indulged their request for morning food. They ate with gusto and Hunter was just cleaning his plate when Theo appeared in the doorway to the massive dining room. His friend was dressed, and it looked like Theo might have been up for a while.

“Hey.” Hunter waved Theo to the chair next to him before lifting his cup of heavily creamed coffee to sip at.

“Mornin,” Theo said, slipping into the chair. He took the coffee the server offered but declined lunch. “I had a big breakfast with Bethany, Scott, and Tim this morning. They showed me the whole house before they left for their office.”

“Yeah, they ride together on Fridays,” Hunter said, finishing off his coffee.

“Must be nice,” Theo said, darting a look at Seven, who hadn’t even acknowledged him.

Hunter could have told Theo not to take it personally, that Seven was cool toward everyone, but he didn’t. It was none of Theo’s business to know about Seven.

“So, what brings you to town, Theo?”

Theo threw Seven another quick glance and then turned to Hunter. “Can we talk privately?”

Hunter frowned and studied his friend for a long moment before he turned to Seven. “I’ll be right back.” Hunter lifted his jacket from the coat rack near the door and slipped it on.

“I’ll be right here,” Seven replied silkily.

Hunter wasn’t sure how to take the tone of voice, but he was more curious now than ever about the reason Theo, after all these years, had looked him up.