Page 29 of Untamed Hunter Daddy

She comes quieter this time, a long rolling wave that makes her whole body tighten and then melt. I work her through it gently until she's soft and breathing hard, then crawl back up her body and kiss her so she can taste herself on my mouth.

"Still okay?" I ask.

"Yes. I want you inside me."

I settle between her legs again. This time I push in even slower, watching her face the whole way. Her eyes stay on mine. When I'm fully seated I stay still for a long moment, just feeling her around me, warm and tight and perfect.

"You feel incredible," I tell her, voice low. "Like you were made to fit me."

I thrust in long, deep strokes. No rush. Just the steady roll of my hips and the quiet sounds she makes every time I bottom out. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, the back of my neck. I keep most of my weight on my forearms so I can look at her properly.

"You're so beautiful like this," I say against her mouth. "All soft and open for me. Taking me so deep. I love the way you look at me when I'm inside you."

She makes a small broken sound and wraps her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle. I sink deeper and we both groan.

"There," she whispers. "Right there."

"I know. I can feel it." I keep the same slow rhythm, grinding against that spot on every stroke. "You going to come for me again? Want to feel you squeeze me while I'm this deep."

Her breathing turns ragged. I slide one hand between us and find her clit with my thumb, rubbing in slow circles that match the pace of my hips.

"That's it, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock."

She breaks with a soft cry, her whole body clamping down around me. The feel of her coming pulls me under with her. I bury my face in her neck and come hard, deep, my hips stuttering as the pleasure rolls through me in long waves.

We stay locked together afterward, breathing the same air, her heart racing against my chest. I kiss the side of her neck, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth.

"You all right?"

"More than all right." Her voice is soft and a little wrecked. "That was..."

"Yeah… it was."

I carefully pull out, and then I grab a clean washcloth from the bathroom. I warm it under the tap and come back to the bed. She watches me with half-lidded eyes while I gently clean between her thighs. When I'm done I toss the cloth toward the bathroom door and climb back under the blankets.

She immediately curls into me, head on my chest, one leg draped over mine again. I pull the covers up around us and settle my arm around her waist.

"That chair really is terrible," I murmur into her hair.

She huffs a quiet laugh against my skin. "Told you."

I press a kiss to the top of her head, and we both fall asleep together.

15

Zoe

Timber Creek looks smaller than I remember.

Ryker’s truck rounds the bend on Route 12 and the town appears in the valley below. Main street runs about six blocks then turns back into the highway. The feed store with the peeling green roof. The gas station with the single pump and the CASH ONLY sign. The library. The post office. The Timber Creek Diner with its windows dark and the CLOSED sign hanging crooked behind the glass.

I haven’t been below the tree line in eight days. The world feels too wide. Too flat. After the cabin, the town feels enormous even though the population hasn’t cracked four hundred the whole time I’ve lived here. My hands tighten in my lap.

Jax arrived at the cabin this morning in a black SUV, grinding up the Forest Service road through melting snow and mud. He’s tall and lean with sharp eyes that studied the cabin in one sweep. He shook my hand, called me ma’am, and meant it. Kane stayed behind to secure the perimeter. Ryker drove. I’m in the passenger seat wearing his boots, three sizes too big and stuffed with two pairs of wool socks. My ruined sneakers are in an evidence bag in the back seat.

The drive down took forty minutes. Nobody spoke much. The radio crackled with Mason’s voice giving coordinates and checkpoints. I watched the world come back in stages. Trees. Meadows. Fences. Houses. Town.

Ryker pulls the truck to the curb across from the diner and cuts the engine. Jax parks behind us. The street is mostly empty.