13. Cara

Chapter 13

Cara

I nod eagerly and Hunter tilts my head back, his mouth falling to my neck first, then moving down to my cleavage.

He inhales deeply between my breasts before he works the bra off me and cups my tits in his big hands.

My nipples ache for his mouth. He promised me kisses, and my imagination is working overtime.

“Hello girls.” He brushes a light kiss on each of my nipples. “I’m Hunter. Cara might call me Daddy, but you can call me Sir.”

I laugh out loud.

He grins. “Too much? ”

“Don’t make me laugh. We’re going to wake the others up.”

He surges back up to kiss me on the mouth. “I’ll have to swallow all of your giggles,” he murmurs. “But don’t hold back. I love the sound of your laugh.”

I sigh and arch my back as he returns to my breasts, this time sucking one into his mouth with a big, hungry pull. “ Yes , Daddy.”

He releases that breast with a wet pop and growls in a way that makes my belly pull tight. “I love that even more. Every time you call me Daddy, it makes me want off-limit things.”

And that makes my thighs shake before he latches on to the other side.

I can’t believe he’s still fully dressed and I’m down to only my panties.

And he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get naked, which is… I mean, I can’t complain (at all) because he’s feasting on my tits in a way that feels so good I can’t think straight.

But.

I want to see his body.

I need to feel him against me .

“Hunter,” I whisper, and it comes out as a moan.

He nods and growls again, pulling at my nipple until the last possible second when he looks up. “Yes, my girl?”

Overwhelmed, I can’t speak. I pluck at his t-shirt, stretched tight over his shoulders.

He understands anyway.

With one hand, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt in a fluid motion.

And when I can finally see his big, broad chest, dusted with dark hair and packed solid with hefty muscles and a layer of padding, it’s like I’ve been holding my breath all night.

All week.

Maybe my entire life.

I scramble to my knees and reach for him. He pulls me against him, warm skin on warm skin, and it feels like coming home.

“Take off your jeans,” I mumble against his mouth.

He can’t answer me because he’s kissing me back.

I laugh and he swallows that. I sigh happily and he swallows that, too.

Then I’m fumbling with his fly, and I can’t get it down because he’s huge behind it, his cock thick and straining.

“Help me,” I pant when he finally stops kissing me.

“You can do it,” he encourages. “If you want to play with Daddy’s cock, you need to earn it.”

Oh. Oh.

Well, that’s motivating as heck.

I look down and work his button loose, then tug at the waistband, giving myself a big of slack to unzip him.

Under the jeans, he’s wearing soft black boxer briefs, and his cock fills them completely.

That’s a bulge.

I gulp.

Hunter tips my chin up, making me look at his face instead. “One thing at a time, sweet girl.”

“I want it,” I breathe.

“You’ll have everything in good time.” He tumbles me onto my back again, then kicks his jeans off with surprising agility for a big guy.

And then he’s beside me, curling me against him. The hair on his legs tickles my thighs as he tangles our limbs, but it pales compared to the eager press of his erection against my belly and the raw drag of my nipples against his chest.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I trace the crisp, dark hair in the middle of his chest.

Hunter exhales, long and slow, and we both go quiet.

“We don’t have to do anything more tonight,” he finally says. “This is wonderful.”

“I don’t want to stop.” I tug at his chest hair. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. But…”

“But?” I tug harder. “What?”

“My thoughts are running like an out-of-control racehorse. Or a whole herd of Clydesdales.”

“Something in the horse category?”

“Maybe minotaurs.”

I laugh. “I’ve got racing thoughts, too.”

He kisses me, his breath warm, his lips inviting. “This is a lot. I wouldn’t let you leave. I talked directly to your tits. I asked you to marry me.”

This time, my laugh is louder, and he’s forced to kiss me to keep me quiet.

His hand sinks into my hair and he presses his forehead against mine, exhaling. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I want all of you, heart and soul and body, immediately. That’s a huge ask of anyone, let anyone a…”

“A virgin?” I offer.

He groans and crushes me to his chest. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I wriggle until my lips are against his neck. I kiss the warm, taut skin there. “You’re going to make my first time amazing. No need to be sorry. But maybe that can be a tomorrow thing?”

He smiles into my hair. I don’t know how I know that, since I can’t see his face, but I can feel it. His whole body feels like he’s smiling.

“Do you want a shirt to sleep in?”

I’d honestly forgotten I was naked except for my panties. “Do I need one? ”

“God, no. I want to hold you like this all night.” He lets go of me long enough to turn off his bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

“Hannah’s not an early riser on Christmas. Don’t worry,” he whispers.

He tugs the covers back and rolls me under the blanket, then slides in with me, spooning around me.

“Hunter?”

“Yeah?” His chest rises and falls against my back.

“I think you’re an amazing dad.”

He squeezes his arm around me, his hand big and warm across my tummy. “Thanks.”

I close my eyes and sink into the lovely heat of his body.

“I’m sorry my family is so bonkers,” he murmurs into my hair.

I smile without opening my eyes. “I actually love the chaos.”

“You mean that?”

“You sound shocked.”

“I am shocked.”

“Well, the alternative for me was a very boring, very quiet Christmas alone.”

He tenses behind me. “How long have you been alone?”

“Depends who you ask. A few months or my entire life.” I roll onto my back so I can look at him now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark. “My parents are both academics. Professors at a university in Washington, D.C., and very active field researchers. Right now they are in Siberia.”

“Festive,” he says dryly.

“Yeah. Christmas was always pretty quiet at our house.”

He brushes a strand of hair off my face. “Did you have to manage that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” He stretches his big body, hunkering down closer to me again. “Tonight I saw you watching everyone and being very thoughtful. I know how much you had to help Hannah in your class together. You tutor at the library. So I’m wondering if that caretaking nature was something you had to do as a kid, too? ”

“Maybe. I guess I usually am the responsible one.”

“Responsible girls deserve to have someone else taking care of them sometimes, too.” His fingers slide down my neck, then around my breast, raising a line of goosebumps.

“I’ve never had that.”

“Now you do.” He pinches my nipple, gently tightening his grip and then tugging my breast into the air. Making me arch my back, and sending a spiral of heat through my belly.

“How about you? Who takes care of you?"

He chuckles. “I don't need anyone to take care of me."

"Oh no, that can't possibly be true. Everyone needs a little caretaking." I reach between us and find his erection, hard and ready between us.

He hisses under his breath. "You are trouble."

I smile. “I think for you, I just might be."

"Do you like that? Do you like being trouble for me?"

I squirm, my good girl instincts warring with something deeper and more instinctual to tease and stroke and make him lose control.

He lets out a ragged breath. “You do. Good. Be as much trouble as you want. I can handle it."

I have a wicked, wicked thought. It makes liquid need pool between my legs, and now that the thought is in my head, I can’t keep it to myself.

Dragging my fingers up the outside of his underwear, over his jutting erection, I circle the tip of his cock, waiting for him to audibly react—with a delicious grunt—before I innocently ask, “Did you want more children?”

His whole body reacts with a hard shudder. He sucks in a breath. “It wasn’t an option.”

“That’s not an answer.” I slide my hand lower again so I can squeeze all of him. Except I can’t, because he’s too big.

He’s breathing so hard as he catches my wrist and pulls my hand off him. “It was lonely. Being a single dad. And I wasn’t drawn to anyone before…”

God, I love the sound of how that thought trails off. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples are tight.

Maybe what we needed was just a bit of darkness to shake out all the rioting thoughts we weren’t sure we could share.

Except, of course, we can share these thoughts with each other.

I think I can tell Hunter literally anything.

But before I can spill my next thought, he’s pulling me on top of him. “Cara, you have your whole life ahead of you.“

What a noble, lovely, silly man. I nod as I try to arrange myself on top of him. A noble, lovely, silly, giant man. “You don’t want to trap me.”

He laughs under his breath and settles his hands on my hips, guiding me to straddle him. Teaching me how to rock against his cock. “That’s the thing. I want to trap you so hard it scares me. You make me possessive. You make me irrational. ”

I’m panting now. “Logic and rational thought are important to you.”

“Usually. Yes.” Even through my underwear, he knows exactly where to give me friction, where to make his hard cock strain up against me.

“So if I told you that I’m not on birth control…”

His hands move to my ass. Squeezing. Pulling. He flexes beneath me. “Cara…”

“I want you inside me, Hunter.”