I hear the hushed voices of people in my room. The body under me groans a little. Mmm…Hunter. I don’t want him to move. I’m so comfy and warm. My throat is dry, and my head aches a little, but overall, I think I just had the best night sleep in ages.
Under me, Hunter twists and shuffles. I hold on to his tee; I’m not giving up the perfect sleeping partner. “Don’t move, I’m not ready to get up,” I whine. I don’t want to move from here. It’s so nice, and Hunter is so snuggly.
He stops, and I sigh as I nestle deeper into him. Lips press against my forehead, and I realize pretty fast that they can’t belong to the person I’m lying on.
“Madison?” I open my eyes and blink, trying to focus on where I am. Hunter is staring down at me with dark-rimmed glasses and a huge grin on his face. I didn’t know if he still wore them, but god, he’s sexy as hell in them. He smiles down at me like he can read my thoughts, then holds up a mug that smells like coffee. I moan at the scent.
“Good morning to you as well, babe.”
My heart explodes at the word babe. He winks, and that’s when I notice a dark bruise under his left eye. Shit, I forgot what Grady said last night. Jace punched Hunter in the nose. He sees my gaze is focused there, and he shakes his head just a little to tell me to leave it, then gestures to the mug.
“Oh, yes, please.” I need coffee to function right now.
I move a little, and the warm body under me tenses. I quickly turn, and Grady is staring right back at me with a strange expression. The night comes flashing back, and I smile at him. He beams in response. It’s not awkward that I fell asleep on him, right? I hope I didn’t drool on him.
Hunter moves around the sofa to the coffee table and sits. Holding out the mug to me, he nudges at the two empty glasses and the half-empty bottle of whiskey. Shit, Grady drank a lot more than I realized.
“Well, well, well…what did you two get up to last night?” Hunter chuckles.
Grady makes a pained sound, like he knows exactly what happened with that bottle and now it’s thumping in his head.
While Grady helps me extract myself from him, somehow we ended up in a tangle of limbs. It’s not weird that Hunter is here and seeing me sleeping on Grady…is it? But Hunter doesn’t bat an eye as he hands me the mug and I mumble a thanks. I’m dying, and anything I can do to wake up and function is welcomed.
“You want some coffee?” Hunter asks Grady, and he nods as he grabs his head with a groan.
Madison surprises me next with a big smile and a bottle of water. In her hand, she holds out the medication…the same stuff that I think messed with me last night because of the whiskey. But I don’t need the painkiller anymore. I hate the way it makes me feel. I would rather feel some pain than take it. I shake my head, and she takes them back into the kitchen.
“Asher will be here in a minute to pick me up. Mom and your dad are out on a date day. Or something like that.” Madison makes a funny face that’s a cross between eww, gross and aww, sweet.
“Good for them. And thanks for last night. I had fun; we should do it again,” I let her know, and she looks to Grady and winks over at me. I roll my eyes and laugh. She’s probably thinking of our conversation from last night about Roman and Hunter and the whole together thing.
“Madison, meet Grady, Jace’s older, nicer, and smarter brother.” I wave my hand at him, and he chuckles deeply. I hear the front door open and close. I smile, knowing Asher’s here now.
“Grady, meet the amazing Madison. She is sweeter, nicer, and smarter than her brother, Asher.” Madison blushes.
“Hey, I heard that, Mila. You wound me,” Asher calls out from behind me in a mocking voice.
“I only speak the truth, and you know it.” I turn around and find Asher standing with Walker.
He grins over at me. “Hey, pretty lady.”
I’d spoken to him on the phone while I was in the hospital, but I haven’t seen him since. Hell, I have no idea if they won the game last night or not. We switched to watching movies after the Rebels game and forgot to check. I place my coffee down and make my way around the sofa to Walker. My body is a little sore, but I think more from the way I slept than anything. He opens his arms, and I hug him.
“Hey, no fair,” Hunter mock protests as he comes up to me and pokes my nose. “I made coffee and got no hug. He just walks in here, and he gets a hug.”
It’s true. I didn’t give Hunter a hug, and I really want one from him. I remember in that moment that I’m wearing a loose tee and no bra. Fuck. Quickly extracting myself from Walker, I wrap my arms over my chest before realizing the best move is to hug Hunter.
As I move in, he wraps me in a warm embrace, and it feels like home. I sigh in his arms. I missed him last night. I hope everything went well with Roman. Pulling my head back, he looks down at me, giving me a quick, chaste kiss.
“Oh, wait up…something happened between you two?” Asher asks, and I turn to see his eyes darting between mine and Hunter’s faces.
I wink over at Asher, at first the expression is almost pained but it’s replaced with a smile as he wiggles his brows at me. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. “Maybe? But first, I need to have a shower, and I need help from my boyfriend.”
Walker’s mouth drops, and he lets out a low whistle.
“Dang, Hunter, you got better game than me. Mila wouldn’t give me the time of day. You treat her good, or I will come steal her.” Walker points at Hunter and I shake my head. No stealing me from Hunter. He’s mine.
“No game needed. She was my first kiss, and she’s gonna be my last.”
My heart starts pounding at Hunter’s words, and I feel light and happy.
I smile, loving this moment so much. Even Madison’s standing over by the sofa with her hand on her chest as she watches Hunter and me being all cute and loving. Grady gives me a smile and a small nod. I nod back. I hope I helped him just a little last night. Come Monday, Britney is going to see a new side of me, and it’s not going to be pretty.
“Do you need a sponge bath from your sexy boyfriend?” Hunter pulls back to see my face, and I giggle.
I do…very much need a shower. With some help. “Always.”
I really do have the best boyfriend. He’s a sweetheart and a gentleman, like Kate said. Hunter throws his head back and whoops loudly before gently scooping me up in his arms.
“Boobs! I get to see boobs, so everyone, get out, now,” he yells out as he darts for the stairs.
I grin and shake my head. Okay, so, the gentleman part is a little off, as I suspected. A lot off. But I don’t care. Hunter’s perfect for me, and as he takes two stairs at a time, I wave bye to everyone.
Guys are so weird and easily impressed by boobs.
Hunter places me on my feet and spins me to face him outside the bathroom. He cups my cheeks in his hands and smiles down at me. His eyes light up as he studies my face before kissing me. His lips are so soft and warm, but he pulls away before we get lost. I pout a little and he kisses my nose.
“Do you hurt at all? Any pain?”
I shake my head, but he raises a brow as if he doesn’t fully believe me. I hold up my cast, trying to change the subject of pain. “I have a plastic cover for this, but I could really use some help washing my hair?” It’s so hard with one hand, and I feel like I’m doing a bad job.
Kate helped me wash it this week. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward at all. Could have been worse. Dad could be single and then I would have had to ask him to help me. Except, no way that would have happened unless it was over the sink.
I would much rather have Hunter help me.
His eyes widen, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Fuck yeah. Are you really sure, though? I can wait outside the door or in your room. We don’t need to rush anything; I was just joking about seeing your boobs…a little.”
“A little?” I raise my brow at him and smirk. He puts his hands up in defense.
“Okay, okay. I’m a guy, and I wanna see your boobs more than a little.” He wiggles his brows and I laugh.
I love how he can make me laugh. I didn’t picture him seeing me naked for the first time like this. I would be lying if I didn’t feel a little anxious about the thought, but he lightens the mood with his words and facial expressions.
“But I also don’t want to rush this. We have all the time in the world. So, if you want me to help you wash your hair, I can do that and not look at your sexy, naked boobs covered in bubbles while doing it.”
Boys and boobs. I roll my eyes. “Okay. Just let me pee first, and I will meet you in there.”
It’s the perfect compromise, because while I do want to show him my boobs and other things, I look like crap under my clothes. I’m bruised from the accident. I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of—I was hit by a car—but I don’t want him worried about how much pain I’m in when he sees me for the first time.
I want him to look at me with hunger and passion. I want him to grab me and pull me into his body. Kiss me with a deep hunger as I run my hands down his body and into his shorts, rubbing my palm over his hard cock. Him moaning into my mouth as he grinds against me, wanting more…needing more.
Oh fuck. Stop, brain. Go pee.
The shower is on and the room is steamed up by the time I take care of business and make it back into the bathroom. The plastic cover for my cast is on the sink and Hunter is shirtless. Oh god…I knew he works out and it really shows. His skin’s so tight over all those abs. Hell yeah. I won the jackpot of abs and humor with Hunter.
“Aww, no glasses?” I want them back because they make him so extra cute—nerdy hot.
He smirks. “You mean all I had to do to get to see you naked was wear my glasses?”
I chuckle then nod. “Yep.” I pop the ‘p.’
“Well, I’m glad I wore them instead of my contacts today. I’m a lucky guy; I get to help wash your hair, and I’m not so blind that I can’t still see you…see everything.” He winks as he grabs the plastic wrap and moves over to put it on. The tee I’m wearing is loose, so it’s easy to slip over the cast when I’m ready.
He tries and fails to figure out how to put the plastic wrap over my cast, so I show him and get it all strapped up. Since the shower has been running the whole time, the humidity in the room is thick. But my nipples are hard and needy. Fuck, this is bad.
His breathing changes as my eyes roam over his bare chest. I reach out with my left hand and trace a finger along his collarbone and down between his pecs and over his abs. I get to his loose-fitting shorts and flick the band before dropping my hand and looking back into his eyes.
“I can’t wait till I’m all healed,” I whisper. I need to say it out loud or I will be tempted to go further, and I know it won’t be what I need or want yet.
His pupils are large as his eyes take me in. Nodding at my words, he places his hand over his eyes and turns around. I pull up the sleep tee, but I only get it half over my head before my hair falls everywhere in my face and it gets caught as I try to pull it off my cast. I stumble into Hunter, and when I feel his hands on me, I freeze.
“I’m looking at the ceiling,” he whispers, and I let him help me take it off.
Why am I overthinking this? I’ve never been ashamed of my body before. My chest rises and falls with every breath I take. He stands there, looking up, then he closes his eyes and stands there with his head tilted back.
He’s gorgeous and so sweet. This is the boy who gave me his shorts when we had our first kiss because he thought I had my period. Of course, he’s sweet. He’s one of the rare, good ones, and now he’s mine.
The tee drops to the floor, and I look down at it. Then down at the bruises on my skin. The dark patches that feel like they will take forever to heal. Like they will always be there. They hurt to the touch, but I need this. I need him to touch me, to take away the bad memories of these marks and place his kisses there instead.
“Hunter?” I whisper, my body brushing up against his. My nipples drag over his heated skin, and it feels amazing.
His head tilts lower and his eyes slowly open. He doesn’t look anywhere but my eyes. My fingers trace up his back, and I pull myself flush against him. I can feel his heart racing alongside mine. His hands snake up into my hair, and he pulls my face closer to his.
“You’re beautiful, Mila. Always have been, always will be.” He licks his lips, and in a split second, he’s on my mouth, devouring my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. The other cups my ass cheek through my shorts and draws me closer to his body. I can feel all of him against me. He’s aroused and hard, and it makes me feel the same, knowing I did that to him.
My hand roams as much as it can, but I need to hold on to something, so I grab his ass and pull him into me. The kiss is hot and dizzying. Mixed in with the humidity of the small bathroom, my skin is clammy and warm against his.
“God, Mila. Fuck,” he mutters into my hair as he takes a small step back from me, breathing hard. But his hands don’t leave me. They hold me like I might disappear.
I lean my body toward him. His eyes don’t wander; he grins at me and takes another breath. I smile and tilt my head a little. I know earlier I didn’t want him to look…but now I want him to see me. This is Hunter. He won’t care what I look like.
“You’re breathtaking.” His eyes drop as he takes in my bare chest and my sleep shorts, which I need gone like yesterday. But I don’t move. I wait for him to say something about the bruises, but the words never come.
My body is humming with need and want. I haven’t been able to take care of myself, and I’m wound up tight. I think if he just breathes on me, I will come undone. That’s how wound up I have been.
But he surprises me when he pulls his shorts down and drops them to the floor. My mouth drops open at how big and hard he is for me. I lick my lips and reach out to touch him, but he stops me.
“Ignore my cock. We’re here to wash your hair, beautiful. Not to touch you or him.”
I look at Hunter, and he shrugs as he palms his hard cock against his belly. I’m not sure if it’s to hide it from me or because it feels good. But it’s not helping me from being drawn to it. He might be a boobs guy, but right now, I’m a Hunter’s cock girl.
“You’re huge.” And that’s not a line to make him feel good. He’s big.
He chuckles, and it’s deep and throaty. “Words every guy wants to hear, babe. But not now. It’s hard enough as it is, looking at your gorgeous body and not rubbing one out quickly. It’s gonna be hard trying to wash your hair with a hard-on.”
I lick my lips and look up to him, laughing. “Yeah, might be hard to wash my hair.”
He laughs and shakes his head at my silly joke. “You’re next.” He spins me so I’m facing the shower now. His thumbs tuck into my shorts and panties as he pulls them down, and they drop to the floor.
I step out of them, and we’re now both naked. But he can’t see me from where he is. He kisses just below my ear, and I feel his body close behind me, close but not touching.
“I want to kiss you, taste you, have you come on my tongue,” he whispers, and I gasp.
Who the hell says stuff like that? Holy fuck, I’m wet and so needy. I want that too.
I try to step back to feel him, but he’s holding himself away from me. “We’re not going to do that now. I’m going to help you wash your hair and not look at the rest of your body out of respect. Then, I will step out and leave while you wash the rest of yourself. And then, when you’re ready, I’ll come dry your hair.”
All I can think of is him taking me up against the shower wall and using his tongue on me. My thighs rub together, trying to find some friction. I need to touch myself. But Hunter’s true to his word—he helps me in the shower and starts to wet my hair.
I want everything with him and soon.
