43. The Partition Please

Chapter 43

The Partition Please

Megan

I ’m still on a Hunter Middleton high after being proposed marriage in the most romantic way a girl like me could have ever dreamed of.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was on a trajectory of possibly ending up like so many of the nameless faces who end up dead in alleyways like the one next to the Blue Whiskey.

But I beat those odds.

And I beat them in the most satisfying way.

I belong to Hunter, and he damn sure belongs to me, and I’ll never be afraid again.

I’ll be loved.

“What are you thinking about, beautiful?” he asks after a few moments of me silently staring out the window of the limousine.

“I’m wondering if this is all a dream.” I smile, unable to admit out loud to him that a part of me is worried that the other shoe is going to drop. That suddenly all the happiness that I feel is going to be cruelly taken away from me.

He slides across the seat and encloses me in an embrace that smells like leather and musk.

“Of course, it’s a dream, but it’s our dream together. It’s you and me. Forever.”

I lay back in his comforting warmth and close my eyes as he presses soft kisses at the nape of my neck. His head bends, and he gives me another slow kiss on the side of my neck. I lift both of my arms up, bend them back, and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer.

“The partition, please,” Hunter suddenly says to Parker, who nods and presses a button, which closes a darkly tinted window between us and him.

Hunter’s arm wraps around to the front of my waist and slides the front of my pants, gently exploring between my folds.

“How long have you been soaked like this?” He growls into my ear.

“Forever,” I mutter thickly, finding myself wanting Hunter in a very carnal way. There must be some truth in what women say about a pregnant woman’s hormones raging because I’ve been wet for half the night.

“I can’t have my woman aching for me like this and not telling me.”

I can feel a hardness poking me at the base of my spine when suddenly he whirls me around in my seat.

He claims my mouth with his hungrily as if he’s been starving for me for days, or perhaps I’m projecting my own desire onto my new fiancé.

I wrap my arms around his neck and climb into his lap, grinding myself into his hardened length.

“So greedy,” he teases. “You just want to take what you want when you want it, huh?”

“When it belongs to me, yeah,” I retort, and that makes the flecks of steel in his silver-gray eyes sparkle like they often do when Hunter is determined or happy.

“I belong to you?” He asks with just a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Of course, you do, Hunter.”

Hunter instantly grabs my hips and pulls them forcibly further into him. The sudden movement takes me momentarily by surprise but only makes me want him more.

I lift my strapless silk top up, immediately exposing my breasts because I’m braless tonight, and barely get a chance to toss it aside when Hunter takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

My head falls back from the blissful feeling of my tit between his lips as he simultaneously kneads the other breast with his right hand.

“Hunter.”

Fuck, I just want him inside me like right now. Why the hell didn’t I wear a dress tonight?

I grab his face between both of my hands and try pulling him away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks breathlessly.

“I need to take my pants off,” I tell him, wiggling myself out of wide-leg slacks. “My pussy aches.”

“Fuck, Megan. That mouth of yours.”

It’s only now that I realize that Parker has taken us completely in another direction and is driving us purposely into the Hollywood hills to kill time.

Normally, I’d be embarrassed because that can only mean that he knows exactly what we’re doing back here, but honestly, I don’t care. I need Hunter in the worst way, and I don’t really care who’s around to hear it.

My skin is hot.

So, I pull everything off.

And now I’m riding around inside a limo with nothing on but my new diamond bracelet and an engagement ring.

I feel like one of those Real Housewives; I laugh to myself.

Decadent.

Powerful.

Radiant.

Hunter is staring at me like I’m the last woman on planet Earth and as if he’s the luckiest man alive. It’s the headiest feeling to have a man want me like this. I could get drunk off the way this man makes me feel.

I train my eyes on him as I undo his leather belt, pulling it clean out of the belt loops and tossing it and its heavy metal buckle to the floor of the limo with a thump.

When I unzip him, his dick almost has a life of its own, springing from behind the zipper of his pants.

Hard and angry.

Weeping at the tip with want.

I lick the corner of my mouth as I stare at his beautiful penis, remembering how delicious it tasted the last time.

“Your greedy cunt can wait a little longer,” Hunter says in a thick voice. “Take me in your mouth first.”

But first, I grab the base of his dick with my hand and start jerking him off.

“Megan…shit,” he moans.

I smile when his eyes bore into mine with an expression that can only be described as one full of desire. He’s barely holding on. He’s so used to being in control of every situation that he doesn’t understand how to surrender.

“Megan,” he mutters my name prayerfully. “Your mouth…please.”

That’s better.

I get on my knees in the limo in between his muscular legs and take him in my mouth. After a few moments, the telltale sign that he’s close to release is when he slides his hands into my scalp to grip my hair at the roots and fuck my mouth.

When I feel him growing closer to coming, I pop his dick out of my mouth and pump it with my hand for a few final strokes.

He comes hard.

“ Yessss !” He hisses.

And I watch with delightful satisfaction as his release drips down onto my fingers.

I did this.

Hunter’s breathing is still labored as he tugs at the base of his dick a few times to get hard again. He pats his thigh and orders me to, “Come ride me, Megan.”

I climb up on top of my beautiful man and then lower myself slowly down his hard length, staring him in the eyes the entire way down.

“That’s it, baby. Now cup your tits in your hands.”

I do as I’m told while he grips my hips, keeping me balanced as I wind my hips in delicate circles, relishing the pleasure.

“Why do you always feel so fucking amazing, Megan?”

“Shhh, you talk too much,” I tell him, my eyes shut, nearing my orgasm. “Let me fuck you.”

The rumble of his laughter vibrates throughout my entire body, only adding to the pleasure of feeling him inside me.

“Parker can’t drive us around forever, baby. Are you close to coming?”

“Are you?” I challenge flippantly.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Then come.”

I press a harsh hand against Hunter’s chest, and my head falls back as I allow the exquisite pleasure of my orgasm to wash completely over me.

His next orgasm chases right behind mine.

“God, I love you.”

I slump in his embrace. Totally nude. Sweaty. And extremely satiated.

“I love you too, old man.”

He tickles me under my rib cage.

“That’s not funny.” He suddenly puts on his “serious” voice.

“Oh, so now you want to pretend that there isn’t a noticeable age difference between us when that’s all you used to throw up in my face?”

He kisses the tip of my nose and then nuzzles the side of my neck. “Is that any way to talk to your husband?”

“Not my husband yet,” I tease, blinking as my ring catches the light of an oncoming car.

Suddenly, a speaker I didn’t know was in the car comes to life with Parker’s voice.

“We’re ten minutes away, boss,” he announces.

“Oh my god, could he hear us the whole time?” My mouth drops.

“The way you don’t know the man you’re about to marry is shocking.”

“Right,” I shiver. “You’d never allow that.”

“Exactly. He leans over, grabs his leather blazer off of the seat, and wraps it around my shoulders. I will always protect your privacy, your dreams, and your life, Megan. That is my promise to you. That’s what this all means.”

He lifts my wrist with the bracelet and kisses the inside of it exactly where my pulse is.

“I will die for you,” he tells me. “And our baby.”

His words soothe me like a warm cup of tea. Making me feel safe and loved.

So I tell him with a 100% surety, “Let’s set a date.”