Page 7 of Hunt You Down

My arms flew around his neck, holding him close. With slow, calculated thrusts, he buried himself deeper. When the burn faded, I held my breath until the feeling swelled to full.

“Legs around my waist, darlin’,” he ordered, seeming just as breathless as I was.

I hooked my feet together behind his back to lock him in place. He waited patiently while I adjusted, only moving once I signaled that I was ready. Gentle lips on my neck, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me onto his cock like I’d want to be anywhere else. My own leaked between us, slicking up my stomach. He tilted his hips to adjust his angle, pegging that spot that had me crying out. The noise fueled his fire. His pace picked up. The only sounds in the room were the slap of skin on skin and the dirty, erotic noises coming from our mouths. That telltale tingle simmered at the base of my spine.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

But André’s next thrust catapulted me over the edge before I could think twice about it. My cock spurted between us, pulsing a second release across my chest. I sank my teeth into André’s shoulder, muffling my shout with his skin.

With one firm thrust and a primal snarl, André’s cock swelled. Through the condom, I felt the hot rush of come inside me. We rode out our orgasms, fighting to catch our breath. A light sheen of sweat glistened across André’s golden skin, seeming to shimmer in the faint moonlight.

He licked over his mark on my neck, soothing the sting from the bite. “Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear. He had to be getting uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care. He held me and stroked my hair, waiting for my response.

“Yeah,” I responded, panting, but I winced when he shifted and put pressure on my full bladder. He paused and raised a brow at me. “I uhm… need the bathroom.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.”

André withdrew, tying off the condom and moving to toss it in the trash next to the bed. I stepped into my boxer briefs, threw him a towel from the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.

As I was washing my hands, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled. An angry purple bruise was forming on my neck, decorated by matching nips down my chest and stomach. I brought a hand up to brush over the heated mark, noting a similar color on my wrist. My heart skipped a beat, banishing the burst of panic that threatened my gut.

I’d never had a night like this. Whatever that was, I wasn’t going to ignore the fact that I enjoyed it. It was new, different, wild in the best way possible. Whoever André was, he brought a level of heat and intensity that I’d never seen before. I was ripped open, vulnerable but most importantly, he made me feel safe.

A gentle knock on the bathroom door brought me out of my thoughts. “David, is everything okay?”

Fear reared its ugly head. Oh God. I’m being rude. I should have offered him the bathroom first.

“I’m fine,” I answered, perhaps a little too quickly. I swung the door open. André stood there with jeans hastily tugged on, left open in the front. He looked exhausted, and rightfully so.

“I-I’m s-sorry I should have⁠—”

“Shh.” André silenced me, tugging me close by a hand on my waist. He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss. “Do you need me to do anything?”

His voice was low, soothing. He lifted his hand, brushing a wild lock of hair out of my eye. His finger continued, drawing a path along my cheek, curling my hair behind my ear and then cupping my neck, thumb brushing over his mark.

I shook my head, leaning into the touch. “I’m okay.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

I looked up to meet his beautiful, glowing green eyes.

Don’t fall for him, David, do not fall for this man. Just because he was nice to you doesn’t mean he likes you. Tell him to leave. Don’t look back. Don’t call him. Don’t ever see him again. Do not pass go, DO NOT collect $200.

“I’d really like that.”

Lovesick fool.

Lost in André’s breathtaking eyes, I almost missed the second knock—this one on the door separating my suite from Dylan’s. “You should go talk to him,” André whispered, pressing his lips gently against my forehead.

Annoyed, I left André in the bathroom and opened the door just a crack. “What do you want?” I snapped.

Dylan looked offended, as if I had no right to be asking him such a question. “Well, based on the screaming, I wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks. The bathroom door opened and I looked over my shoulder to watch André cross the room behind me. Dylan craned his neck in an attempt to see, but I narrowed the opening. I was a full-fledged adult, and I didn’t feel like explaining myself. Dylan knew what happened.

“I’m great,” I gushed. I was dying to return to the bed—and the man in it.

I rubbed my neck, and Dylan’s eyes found the marks on my wrist. “David, are you sure about this? Between the two of us I didn’t think it would be you having crazy, kinky sex with a stranger.”