Page 94 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
A strangled noise came from my throat and my eyes rolled back into my head. My choppy breathing echoed in my ears as I lay there, completely spread and open for Hunter’s inspection.
“You are beautiful. So beautiful.” His fingers found my soaking-wet center and I gasped when he plunged two right inside.
He rubbed my tender spot and my hips bucked. If he kept at it, I was going to come but I wanted it to be around his cock. “Hunter, I need you. Please.”
Without delay, the head of his thick, gorgeous cock pressed against my entrance. His chest came down to rest against mine as his elbows bracketed me beneath him. Then with one slow press, he sank deep, filling me completely.
“Yes,” I moaned into his ear as he pulled out, then slammed in a hard thrust. We’d stopped using condoms a while ago and the feel of him bare against me inside me was nothing less than incredible.
Hunter worked his cock in an ever-changing rhythm—hard and fast, then deep and slow—exactly the way I liked it. He knew my body, my cues, everything. He knew how to bring me to the edge and then drag me away, again and again, until I was a shaking mess and completely at his mercy.
“Are you ready to come, baby?”
I nodded as he sank his hot, wet mouth onto mine for another kiss.
His cock thrust deep and he stayed rooted so he could grind the base into my throbbing clit. Then he leaned back, coming up on his knees. With his hands under my thighs, he lifted them up, the angle changing so he could fuck me deeper.
When he pulled out and rammed back inside, my head and shoulders jerked forward, coming off the bed, then flying back down. “I’m going to come,” I gasped as pleasure swelled, spreading from my core in a wave of tingling heat.
Right before my orgasm hit, I reached up and drove my fingers into Hunter’s hair, yanking out the elastic tie and gripping his locks by the scalp. Hard. White spots broke behind my eyelids as I let the explosion go. My whole body pulsed, squeezing him as he powered faster, drawing out my orgasm in the hardest he’d ever built.
“Fuck me,” he hissed. “I love you.” My walls milked his cock until his own release was spilling into me with hot spurts. I forced my eyes open to watch Hunter’s orgasm, savoring the view of his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure and his Adam’s apple bobbing as his throat rumbled.
I loved this man. I trusted this man. Whether it was to take tender care of my heart or to satisfy my body when we were having hot, carnal sex, I trusted him to love me like I loved him.
Selflessly.
Hunter’s heaving chest collapsed on top of me as his arms snaked behind my back to hold tight. Boneless, I barely had the strength to wrap my arms around his back and stroke his sweaty skin.
“I love you, Maisy Holt,” he said into my neck. “How did I get so lucky to win you?”
/>
Overcome with love for this man, my breath hitched and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. “I love you too, Hunter Faraday.”
We were both lucky. From now until the end of my life, I’d count my luckiest day the one when he came into my motel. All the bad—all the crap Everett had put me through—I’d do it all over again if that meant this man was my reward.
“Don’t cry.” Hunter rolled to his side and pulled me tight against his chest. His cock was still buried deep inside me. “Don’t cry, baby.”
My heart had never felt so full. So complete. The happiness was so strong and overpowering, I didn’t know how to process it other than to cry.
“I just . . . I love you. I’m too happy.”
He kissed my forehead. “I know how you feel.”
He held me tight, giving me a few minutes to let go of it all, before he slid out. Then he went to the bathroom and brought back a washcloth to gently clean between my legs.
When he slipped into bed, we tangled our naked bodies together. I was lying on his side, his arm behind my neck and my cheek pressed into his chest. My foot was trailing up and down his calf as his hand was threaded with mine on his washboard stomach.
“Thank you for taking my pictures,” I said to his bare chest.
“You’re welcome. I’ll finish editing and get the canvases ordered.”
I snuggled deeper and closed my eyes. “Thank you.”
“Will you do me a favor when they get in?”
“Sure.”
