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He obliged, unleashing powerful thrusts until my body stilled and throbbed. White sparks collided behind my eyes as Hunter gave one last grunt and stilled deep inside me.
“Jesus…fucking Christ, you feel good.” Hunter’s heavy breaths were a blast against my ear, sending shivers along my neck.
The bed dipped hard as he slowly slid down to collapse beside me, but this man mountain wasn’t done. Because now, he wanted to snuggle. The weight of his arm dropped around me, dragging my back against his chest.
“Fuck, I need coffee,” Kane murmured as he rolled from the bed, grabbed a pair of boxers, and pulled them on. Thomas was gone from the doorway, but from the kitchen the delicious smell of coffee and pancakes rose.
“Oh,” I moaned, my belly coming instantly alive.
One deep chuckle and Hunter pulled his arm away. “Go,” He murmured, closing his eyes once more. “Save me some, at least.”
For the first time in a long time, I smiled, feeling that fragile feeling of happiness. I moved slow, rolling to the side as Kane left the room. I grabbed someone’s shirt, I think it was Riven’s, and pulled it on before I headed for the bathroom, used the toilet, and tugged on clean panties.
The smell was intoxicating, drawing me to the kitchen where fresh coffee and Riven’s delicious pancakes waited. He turned around as I neared and slid a fresh stack of fluffy deliciousness onto a plate next to a steaming cup of brew.
“You know, I could get used to this.” I said and yawned.
Those dark eyes were fixed on mine. “Good. My plan is to feed you enough so you’ll never think about wanting anything else.”
I smiled as I rounded the counter and slid my arms around him. “I missed you this morning.”
There was a quirk in the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure my brothers kept you busy enough.”
I scowled. “That’s not the point.”
“No.” He leaned closer. “It isn’t.”
His kiss was sweet and soft, unlike the man. There was nothing sweet about Riven, not at first. But now…now, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, there was potential.
The sound of chatter pushed in, some kind of interview.
“Did you see this?” Kane broke into our moment.
But as Riven broke the kiss and lifted his head, I realised it didn’t matter.
From now on, our lives would be these moments. We were free…we were finally free. I turned my head, finding Kane staring at his cell. “They’re calling yesterday a rival motorcycle gang attack.”
I pushed away from Riven and reached for my coffee. “Of course they are, how else can they explain what really happened?”
“They can’t,” Riven answered. “And so it gets chalked up to this and is swept under the rug.”
I sipped the slightly bitter brew and closed my eyes as I swallowed. Flashes of terror pushed in. Death waited for us…but it didn’t come, not yet. “It doesn’t matter.” I shook my head. “Not anymore.”
“No.” Riven wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Not anymore.”
But that desperate need to push it aside didn’t arise like it should’ve. Not that day or the few days that followed. As hard as we tried to lose ourselves in each other, the weight of responsibility weighed us down.
We slept.
We fucked.
We fucked a lot.
And on the fifth day after the attack, I woke to a message on my cell.
Ryth: Vivienne’s out and wants to see us.
Finally. I smiled and rolled over, to find Riven watching me. “She’s out.” I almost felt giddy with relief. “And she wants to see us.”
