Page 69 of Primed to Hunt

Epilogue: Rich

December arrives and with it comes the snow. I’ve recently learned that snow is Kimber’s favorite thing in the world, more than fall leaves or stars. We stood outside on the first day of the month freezing our asses off so she could dance in the snow.

I sketched that too, she just doesn’t know it yet. She was busy living her best life.

I lightly kiss the side of her neck and she whimpers in her sleep. We’re supposed to go to S&S in a few hours, but I can’t wait that long to feel her. Even after a wild night chasing her, I still like to wake her up in the mornings feeling me.

“Good girl,” I say, kneading her ass with one hand. We’re on our sides, my cock lazily stroking in and out of her with a slow, controlled movement of my hips, and her body sways in time with mine. “You take me so well.”

Sleeping Kimber moans and continues to let me fuck her, my eyes drifting to her arms. She fell last night because of the snow, and there’s a decent scrape on her forearm. It sticks out against the grey sheets we’re sleeping on, and covers parts of her scars.

Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I can feel her pulsing around me. There’s a stack of toys on the bedside table behind me, because once Kim learned that I make sample products she wanted me to bring all the new ones upstairs and test everything.

It’s been a lot of fun. I particularly like the vibrator that attaches to my watch. She still wears that necklace with the tracker, and although she never really turns it on, I like knowing I can find her if something bad ever happens.

Kim sighs loudly, and I shift my grip from her chest down to toy with her clit. We’ve been at this for a while, even if she’s been asleep the whole time. I haven’t let her cum, taking my time using her, and she’s starting to notice. Her ass grinds back against me, but her breathing is still soft, and I haven’t woken her up yet.

Still, this is my favorite surprise when she opens her eyes.

She gasps when I bite her throat, and I drag my tongue over the mark when she whimpers, her hips slamming back into me suddenly.There we are.

“Uhh,” Kimber moans, one hand coming to press over mine against her clit and she whimpers. “Rich-”

“Cum for me, Dreamer,” I say, tapping my fingers against her clit quickly. She breaks around me with a sudden, violent cry, her other hand coming up to grip my arm like she could stop for me.

Kim curses, bowing against me, and I slide my tongue over the mark on her throat again before pulling back. She squeezes my cock hard as she orgasms, and it's enough to push me over the edge too.

“I should’ve known,” she says sleepily, her body sagging again, “that we’d wake up like this.”

She rocks her ass back into me, and I growl low in my throat before sliding my cock free. “Careful, Dreamer. I can always go for another round. You know that.”

Kim laughs, standing up. It gives me a chance to tear off the condom as she heads for the bathroom, calling back to me. “Are we still going tonight?”

I smirk to myself, running a hand through my hair. “Shower first. We’re celebrating, remember?”

She peers back out at me. “It’s not a big deal, Rich.”

“See, that’s the problem,” I counter, crossing to join her in the bathroom. The water is already on in the shower, and I can feel the heat just beyond the glass door. “When good things happen in life you’re supposed to celebrate them.”

Biting her lip, Kim keeps her gaze on the reflection in the mirror instead of responding. There’s a lot of things that changed since her last court date, and it’s all kind of piled up over the past few weeks until she couldn’t avoid some type of celebration.

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek. “You quit working for Bobby.”

“Bobby cried about that.”

I grin to myself. I still do deliveries to his store, but I like knowing Kim isn’t involved with that place anymore. The lack of security always made me nervous for her. “You moved out of your apartment.”

“And took over your house,” she says, lifting one shoulder.

This time I smile at her in the mirror. She put a lot of stuff in the spare room, mostly because she seemed too stressed out about trying to integrate her things with mine. Now that everything is here, she can move things out of what I’m calling storage and take up more and more space as she’s comfortable.

“You’re having a girl’s day with Laci.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. That still stresses me out.”

I chuckle. “She means well. She’s just intense.”

“Yeah, she is. She’s got half the regulars from Sins all meeting at Emilio’s.”