“And that’s it?”
“That’s it. I graduated college and moved to Madison, not far from your parents. She moved off to California, and she’s in her residency now. I think she’s almost done, but I can’t be certain.” A hysterical laugh bubbles out of me. Adam’s gaze darts to me, I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head, but I’m staring at the painting still. I wasjealous.Actually jealous of Danielle. Maybe I’m not as sane as I try to claim.
Adam clasps my chin in his hand, his grip not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to let me know he’s trying to prove a point. He jerks me, and I follow, swinging my gaze to meet his eyes.
“Are you jealous?” I don’t answer, attempting to drop my eyes so he can’t see the guilt in them. It doesn’t make sense, and I know it doesn’t. And I don’t need him to tell me I’m acting psycho. “Don’t take you fucking eyes off me’” he demands, and I feel a rush of pleasure at the gruffness of his words. Nope, bad. We’re having a serious conversation. I lift my eyes to meet his.
“There is nothing,nothing, for you to be jealous about, Hunter. You’reitfor me. In this life and every one after. There is no me without you. You bring me happiness. You are everything to me. You always have been, and you always will be. I will shout it from the rooftops to reassure you every day.” His chest is heaving, but his eyes never leave mine.
“I—”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” He tugs me into him and captures my lips in a brutal kiss, biting and tugging on my lowerlip. I gasp at the sting of him breaking the sensitive skin, the taste of my blood flooding our mouths as he shoves his tongue to battle against mine.
“You’re mine, Hunter. And if I have to mark every square inch of your body to show it, I will.”
52
ADAM
Ipush Hunter’s shirt up, bunching the material around his neck and up to his armpits. I bite and lick my way down his body, marking him like I promised, while he pants loudly. I was so dumb to not realize that he was feeling insecure over Danielle. Danielle, whom I hardly think about anymore. Not like I do Hunter. Nobody has ever consumed my every waking minute like him.
Hunter is the reason I wake up in the mornings. All those times in therapy when we would discuss him, my therapist always tried to divert my attention to something else. Trying to talk about the root of my problems, my parents fucking my life up or the distance I kept myself from everyone around me even before they died. I’ve never had that struggle with Hunter, because he’s the answer. I can be myself around him, and he’ll never judge me or love me any less, no matter how much I struggle. And I will struggle. I just need him to be beside me to remind me that I have to stay alive, for no other reason than to behis.
“Adam,” he pants my name while I flick the bead of his nipple with my tongue. He arches his hips and his cloth-covered dick rubs against my stomach.
“What do you need, baby?” My hole clenches with the remembrance of last night, his dick inside me and then his mouth on me, licking and sucking until my dick was hard again. I’ve never felt lust the way I do with him, wanting him to devour me whole so he can always have a part of me inside him. It’s not sane, but our love story isn’t sane. It’s messy, chaotic, heartbreaking, and absorbing. I’m notjustin love with him. I’m in awe of him, devoted to him in every way possible. I want to build a shrine to show my dedication to him, my utmost willingness to do whatever it is that he needs done. Making him happy every day. No matter how many times I fuck up, I want him to still choose me.
“I need you,” he says, reaching his arms out to grab me. I don’t comply, though. Instead, I unbutton his shorts and pull them down his legs, brushing my hands against the coarse hairs coating his thighs. His dick is resting, hard and throbbing, against his lower stomach. A bead of precum leaks out of his tip and drops onto his skin.
With zero finesse, I raise on my knees and swallow his dick to the back of my throat. He gasps, thrusting his hips up and forcing himself further in, until my eyes water and I fight the urge to gag. Hunter threads his fingers through my hair, brushing the strands gently, so at odds with the way his hips shuttle his cock into my mouth. The slurping sounds coming from me are loud in the quiet room, Hunter’s light moans the only sound they’re competing with.
“Fuck, love. You’re doing so good,” he praises me, and I grind my hips against the fabric of the sheets, trying to offer my dick a little bit of simulation. When I feel my release budding at thebottom of my balls, I stop, wanting to wait until he’s there as well.
“Adam. Adam.Adam.” My name on his lips is a cacophony of syllables, begging and pleading.
I double down, taking him harder and faster until his dick pulses in my mouth, and with a loud groan, his release coats my mouth. I greedily swallow down every drop he gives me, grateful to have a piece of him inside me.
He flinches when I suck hard one last time to make sure I got everything. I push myself up and straddle his chest, staring down into his lust-drunk brown eyes and admiring how wrecked he looks. I did that.
With no preamble, I whip my dick out of my shorts and I jerk it in quick motions. The bite of pain from my dry palm is nothing compared to the immense pleasure that shoots through my body. I don’t take my eyes off him as I release onto his stomach.
My breaths are choppy, and I’m gulping air greedily while he looks up at me, smiling. I try to match him, with my mouth still partially open.
He opens his mouth to say something, and at the same time, his stomach rumbles loudly. Hunter’s face flushes a beautiful shade of pink, and he attempts to cover it with his hands. I grab them, pulling them away and holding them down beside his head.
“Hungry?” I tease, pressing a light kiss to the scar on his upper lip.
“Just a little bit,” he says shyly. I let go of his wrists, sitting back on my heels and pulling him up into a sitting position with his head right beneath mine.
Dinner with Kian,Trent, and Hunter is fine. Kian and Hunter are talking about Kian’s newest modeling gig, and Trent sits beside me, too busy gawking at his boyfriend to listen to me tell him about the bookshelves I want to build for Hunter. I have them planned out, and where I want to put them in my house. But I’ll need a second pair of hands because I need them done fast for him. Hunter still hasn’t been to my house, and before he comes, I want to make sure everything is perfect.
Cheryl and Daniel want to have a family dinner, and I offered to host after we get back from the cabin. The past few times we’ve been over there for dinner, the conversation has been dull because they’re too busy just staring at me and Hunter interacting. I think they’re secretly planning our wedding, and I wouldn’t be upset about it.
I watch Hunter laugh with Kian, his head tilted slightly back and showing off his Adam’s apple. A slight discolored bruise sits beautifully right underneath it, my mark against his tanned skin.
“Kian has a photoshoot in Florida next month. We’re going to spend a few days at the ocean if you and Hunter want to come,” Trent says, knocking his hand against mine where it sits on the table, holding my empty bottle of water.
“I think Hunter would like that. Which beach?” Trent explains the itinerary for Kian’s job, which I don’t really care about. He finally tells me Orange Beach, and I make a mental note to look for a beach house to rent for the week. Picturing Hunter in a bathing suit splashing in the ocean makes blood flow to my dick.
