Page 57 of Shattered King

“Fuck, Lulu.” He dragged a hand though his hair, breathing like he’d run the ten-minute-mile.

I was aching and confused, hovering on the edge of an orgasm. I spread my legs, shimmying to the edge. My skin flushed, tight and tingly. “Please,” I begged, and didn’t give a damn how pathetic I sounded.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, babe, not yet.” His hands were fisted at his sides, clenched tight. “Give me a minute. Shit.”

The rejection would have stung if he wasn’t rock hard, his big cock straining against the front of his jeans. He was trying to be noble for some reason. Well, fuck noble. I wanted him to make love to me. I dropped my hand between my thighs and spread myself open then pushed a finger inside.

Hunter cursed repeatedly.

I let my eyes drift shut and started to work myself. Having his eyes on me while I did it definitely helped. It wasn’t as good as having him inside me, but it was better than nothing.

A cry slid past my lips as I pushed deep and added a second finger . . .

My hand was shoved away suddenly, and a second later, wet heat covered me. My eyes shot open, and I moaned again. Hunter was kneeling between my thighs, mouth pressed against my aching flesh. Without stopping, he lifted my legs over his shoulders, hands going to my ass, and held me steady while he sucked and licked me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Watching him go down on me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

He liked it, liked the way I tasted, enjoyed it almost as much as I did. It was there on his face, in the noises he made. Hunter had always like using his mouth on me.

His tongue slid inside and I cried out, my fingers going to his hair, fisting, holding him there while he worked me into a frenzy. Then he removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, shoving two inside me and started to fuck me like that. He didn’t take his eyes off me, didn’t say a thing while I gasped and begged him to go faster. They stayed on me when he swiped his thumb over my clit and pressed down on it, making me scream his name, the echo of it in the small room ringing in my ears.

While I came down, he kissed my inner thigh, my belly, tenderly. I released my death grip in his hair and ran my fingers over it.

He lifted his gaze to mine, still not saying a damn thing. He looked wild, on edge. Though it should be impossible, seeing him like that turned me on all over again.

“I . . . ah . . .” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never behaved like that before, had never been that desperate for another person in my life.

He stood. “So perfect. Nothings as sweet as you on my tongue. Watching you lose control, take what you want.”

I glanced down at the bulge behind his zipper and reached for him. He hissed when I cupped him through the damp denim.

“I want to take things slow with you, Lulu, but after that, I’m fucking dying here, babe. Blue balls really is a thing. I think I’m gonna get a clot or something. No shit.”

I chuckled. I couldn’t help it. It was the first joke he’d cracked since I’d seen him again. “Let me take care of it.” Popping the button, I slid down the zipper. He sprang free, long and thick and beautiful.

I squeezed him, sliding my hand from root to tip and he growled, eyes dark and hot and intense. God, so intense. I kissed his throat, his chest, about to carry on down, to take him into my mouth, but Hunter fisted my hair gently and guided me back, shaking his head.

“This time I want that mouth under mine when I come. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about that mouth. How many times I’ve woken up positive you were kissing me, only to wake up alone, hard . . . fucking desperate for you.”

He tugged me closer and then his lips were on mine, mouth opening and tongue gliding in, hot and deep and needy. We devoured each other while I stroked his beautiful cock. Both moaning as I swallowed every groan and growl he fed me.

He held me tighter, his hips moving, thrusting into my hand. Then he gripped my hair tighter. I felt his body stiffen a second before he came, splashing hot come on my stomach. The sexy, rough sounds he made vibrating right through me.

Finally, he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine, breathing rough. His eyes dropped to my belly. “I like that,” he said, reaching down, sliding his strong, sure fingertips over my skin, through his come, the growl in his voice making me shiver.

The act was wholly possessive; it was also sexy as hell. I got the feeling he’d been just as shaken as me tonight, when everything went pear-shaped. He hated that I’d been put at risk, but knew as well as I did that I might be the only way to find Pierce now he’d gone into hiding.

He kissed me again, and I kissed him back.

But here in this bathroom, in this moment, I wasn’t in the real world. The real world was just outside the door, and it was ugly and frightening. A place where men carried guns and innocent children got hurt by the people they should be able to trust the most. I clung to Hunter tighter.

I planned to avoid the real world, just for a little bit longer.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lulu

My mother ran her frail hand over Josh’s hair, unable to contain her joy at having another visit with her grandson. I’d brought him to meet her two days ago. At first, she’d been shocked, but I couldn’t think of a reason to keep him away, not now. Pierce already knew about him and so did Hunter. There was no point denying them the chance to spend time with each other.

When she asked who his father was, Hunter, who had been standing silently in the corner of the room watching us, the way he always watched us, intense and alert, had piped up in that deep, rough voice, “Josh is mine.” That’s all he said, all he had to say.