48. A Delicious Distraction

Chapter 48

A Delicious Distraction

Megan

M y back bows off the pillow-soft surface of our bed, and my body is so arched that the top of my head is almost flush against the mattress. My legs are bent at the knees and spread wide. My lips slightly parted.

While I realize that this moment is a strategic tactic on my fiancé’s part to distract me from worrying about Naomi’s arranged marriage predicament, God knows I don’t mind it.

Hunter’s mouth, that exquisite lush mouth of his, is right in between my legs–– caressing my core, sending me straight to orgasmic bliss.

“This is a fucking fantastic way to start the day,” I say after my last sweet release, totally spent.

“ Fucking fantastic, huh?” His rhetorical question is dripping in judgment. I don’t usually curse unless I’m angry or trying to seriously punctuate my point.

“I thought this was a no-judgment zone?” I ask, affectionately sliding one of my hands into the roots of his scalp.

“It is.” He smiles against my skin, placing small kisses along my inner thighs and hips. “Not judging. How are you feeling?”

“Me? I feel spectacular.”

“No nausea or anything?”

“Should I be concerned that you sound a little disappointed? Do you want me to be sick?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Megan. I just read that nausea is a sign of a healthy pregnancy.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, you worry too much. In fact, I was just telling the girls the other day that there's nothing about my body that actually feels pregnant. Nothing but this. I have this insatiable need for you and everything we just did all the time, especially in the mornings.”

“I guess hormones are a wonderful thing.”

“Thank you, Dr. Spock.” I twist my mouth into a sarcastic smile. “I know that it’s hormones driving my need for you.”

He stops kissing my thigh and looks up at me with a serious look on his face.“Let’s not give hormones all of the credit. It’s obvious you want me because I’m fantastic in bed.”

“Oh, is that what you've heard?”

“That's what I know.” He smirks. “And every time you come for me, I’m assured that the rumors are true.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake. Could you be any more full of yourself?”

Hunter stands, and immediately, I miss his warmth between my legs.

“Where are you going?” I ask, wishing we could lounge around in bed all day.

“To feed the growing baby inside you.”

“But I’m not hungry.”

“The baby is hungry.”

“Let me rephrase, we’re not hungry.”

“Who are you kidding? You say you don’t feel pregnant, but it seems like you’re always hungry these days,” he smiles.

And he’s right. I could absolutely eat a freakin’ bacon and egg on a bagel right now, but it’s just that I don’t want him to leave.

I want more of us.

I stare in awe at the chiseled man standing in front of me and rake my eyes along the powerful dips and valleys of his muscular chest and abdomen, which leads me to one of my favorite parts of him.

“I don’t think we should eat until I take care of that,” I say, referring to his rather large and probably very frustrated dick.

“I’m fine, Megan.”

“Aww, but it looks like it hurts.”

Hunter won’t say it, but I think he’s a little skittish about having sex with me, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve recently been shot or if it’s because I’m pregnant with his baby. Lately, he tries to satisfy me with oral sex but then suddenly has all these things to do when I’m ready to go to pound town …like get breakfast.

“My dick is always hard for you. It’ll eventually settle down.” He talks about his penis like it lives in its own separate area code.

“But why would we need it to settle down?” I ask, my voice practically purring as I slowly crawl across the bed toward him. “When I can give it what it needs. What you both need.”

“Megan–”

“What?”

“Stop crawling like that?”

I chuckle to myself.

“Like what?”

“Like we’re in the middle of a goddamn porn movie.”

“Aren’t we? What you just did to me was deliciously pornographic.”

“And I’ll do it again for you another time, but right now, we eat.”

By this point, I’ve crawled to the end of the bed where he’s standing. His stance is defiant, but his eyes tell me something completely different. His eyes are practically smoldering, and my skin feels hot. I’m so close I can practically taste him.

So, I decided that I would.

Still, on my hands and knees, it’s easy to guide the engorged length of Hunter with just my hungry mouth. I open wide and lean forward, easily guiding his hard penis along the wet warmth of my tongue.

“Fuck, Megan,” he says in a guttural tone that I wasn’t expecting but am excited to hear.

Keeping one hand on his head and one in my hair, he grips the roots hard as he rhythmically strokes himself inside my mouth.

My pussy pulses and aches.

There’s something about giving head that turns me on just as much as the receiver.

“You’re not playing fair at all,” Hunter accuses in a voice thick with want.

“Don’t be afraid to fuck me,” I tell him, matching the depth of his tone. “You won’t break me.”

Suddenly Hunter pulls out of my mouth, and I worry for a moment that my frankness has pissed him off.

“Stick out your tongue,” he orders with a fierce growl.

Oh wait, he’s not pissed at all. This is about to get freaky.

I do as instructed, and his face contorts, eyes fiery, as he ejaculates into my mouth.

“You see what you made me do,” he spits angrily.

“I made you come,” I laugh in a throaty way as I swallow his release down.

“And now you’re going to make me come again.” He advances himself onto the bed.“Stay right where you are. Strong hands and knees. Ass up.”

Hunter sounds angry.

But in the best way possible.

“Finally,” I mutter under my breath, but I think he hears me and gives one of my ass cheeks a smack.

“Quiet. All I want to hear from you is yes and more, and thank you.”

I lower my head and smile.

“Yes, sir.”

He bends over me, wrapping one hand around to palm my pussy and the other to guide his dick inside of it from behind. I almost lose my breath when he quickly fills me to the hilt.

“Is this what you want?” he asks in an almost bitter tone as he pounds my wet pussy, my thighs jiggling.

“ Yesssss !” I hiss. “Thank you.”

“Why is your pussy so wet?” Hunter growls out the rhetorical question as if my vagina is one of the seventh wonders of the world. “And tight. And perfect.”

“We’re perfect,” I say, white-knuckling the sheets as he adjusts his position, stroking me at an angle that he knows is one of my favorites.

With his fingers still working my clit, I tumble into my second delicious release of the morning.

“ Ooh ,” I cry out.

“Megan.” My name rolls off Hunter’s tongue in the most reverent way as he releases inside of me with a powerful grunt.

The two of us collapse softly into the sheets and in each other’s arms, both of us still breathing hard. As we cuddle, Hunter plays with a few strands of my hair and kisses me once on my forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asks, gingerly skimming his fingers across the scar on my abdomen.

“I’m better than okay.” I turn my body further into his embrace. “How about you?”

“I think you’re going to kill me before the baby is born if we keep this up.”

“It only gets better, doesn’t it?” I say with awe.

“You’re not fully healed, Megan. We have to be more careful.”

The area of my wound is admittedly sore, but there’s no way I want him treating me with kid gloves.

“I love you,” I tell him, knowing that emotional confessions of this kind often stop him dead in his tracks.

“That’s not what we’re talking about,” he bristles.

“I disagree,” I say, leisurely running my fingers down the center of his chest. “I think love is at the center of everything we talk about.”

He doesn’t respond but simply bends his forehead to meet mine, and with this simple gesture, I know exactly how he feels.

“I underestimated my opponent and overestimated my power in this city, Megan. I failed you. But I’m not going to allow that to happen again. Not while I still draw breath.”

“You can’t promise me that,” I tell him.

“Do you doubt me?” His head draws back as if I’ve smacked him. “Do you not trust me anymore?”

“That’s not it, Hunter. I’m saying that you can’t promise that I’ll never get hurt again. The Blue Whiskey has a reputation and a notoriously powerful owner. There’s no getting around that. And because of that, people will always come after you and sometimes that may mean indirectly through me. I’ve accepted that truth, and I still choose to stay. To love you.”

“You’ve been talking to Lars,” he grumbles. “I can tell.”

“Does that even sound like something Lars would say?”

“His beliefs. Your words.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

I’m not snitching on Lars or Parker…ever. Outside of Lena, they’re probably my only true allies in Hunter’s inner circle. Vaughn and Christian are nice guys, but they have Hunter’s best interest at heart, not mine.

“My beliefs.” I place my palm against the side of his face. “My words.”

He kisses me gently on the lips and I close my eyes as our tongues do a delicate dance around each other.

“You are everything to me, Megan. I know I don’t tell you enough but I love you, and I love the little human you’re growing inside of you. You are the only things that matter.”

“Well, there’s Lena.”

“That’s different. Of course, I love her, but we don’t really know each other yet. Hell, I don’t even think she likes me.”

“But you’re working on that,” I assure him.

“Yeah, I am.”

I finally manage to free myself from the warmth of our shared bed and use the bathroom. When I check the time, I realize I need to make a call.

“Ooh, I need to call Naomi,” I say as I enter back into the bedroom, tip-toeing on the cold hardwood floors. I notice when his gorgeous face drops.

“Why?” he asks incredulously.

“You know why. She’s going to meet her scary ass father in like three hours, and I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“You already know she’s not going to be okay, but there’s nothing you or I can do about it. It’s none of our business.”

I exhale a long sigh.

“When have you ever cared about something not being your business?”

“She lied to you.”

“She withheld some things.”

“You thought she was your friend.”

“The fact that she is from a complicated family doesn’t change anything between us. She’s still my friend.”

“Don’t call her.” His voice hardens.

I stare at him cautiously, standing against the bathroom doorway with my cell phone in my hand.

“You’ve spoken to her father, haven’t you?”

His eyes dart to the floor.

“Hunter?”

“I don’t expect you to understand the intricacies of my business, but I cannot allow a man with Fabre’s reputation to land in Los Angeles and not recognize his presence.”

“He’s that powerful?”

“He’s very…connected.”

“Will he hurt her?”

“I don’t think so. He seems to care about her a great deal. I’m not sure why Naomi has cut him off like she has, but he seems genuinely worried. I assured him that she was safe.”

I take a moment to digest what he’s said and what he’s not saying.

“And if something happened to her while she lived in this apartment building, would her father blame you?”

“Probably.”

“Which is why you would rather she go back home with him.”

“Naomi is not a complication I was expecting, nor do I want. If it wasn’t for your friendship with her, I would have handed her over to her father on a silver platter a long time ago.”

“Hunter–”

“You want honesty from me, right?”

“Always.”

“Well, there you have it.”

I stare at my phone again and reluctantly place it back on the charger. This is her father she’s meeting, not some evil overlord. Hunter’s right. Naomi is my friend, but she has a right to privacy and a right to make decisions without my input. If she needs me, she’ll call me.

She’s nobody’s wallflower.