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His free hand slid up my neck and into my hair, pulling my forehead down against his as he shifted closer. Despite the beeping and cords surrounding us, the simpleness of his touch and how it set me aflame was all it took for me to forget where we were and be entirely consumed by all things Hunter.
Why had I waited so long for this? He was so eager to please, so willing to give me anything and everything I wanted. When was the last time a man did that for me?
Ugh, never.
My hips rocked against his palm, driving his fingers deeper as he slipped the second one in, and my breathing came in short pants.
“You’re so beautiful, Gia. This is everything I’ve ever hoped for.”
His mouth and words were hot on my ear as he whispered them, my brain short-circuiting and refusing to form coherent words in response as the pleasure built in my core.
Somewhere in the din, there was a hospital-wide announcement, but I could barely hear it over the pounding of blood in my ears as his deft hand worked me to crowning pleasure.
“Hunter … Oh, Hunter …”
“Let go, Georgia. You’re safe.”
He was all around me, my senses consumed by him, and my awareness of that was all I needed to release with a cry. The noises I made echoed around us, so I leaned down, pressing my mouth to his shoulder as I attempted to smother them while he whispered encouragement in my ear, drawing the whole thing out.
As I came down again, the hand on my neck slid down to grasp my waist, and he tugged me into his chest. I barely managed to pull my leg onto the bed before collapsing face-first onto his chest, and he hugged me tightly against him.
“Well, that was definitely a first for me. And hopefully, for you too.” He kissed the top of my head, and I could hear the cheeky grin in his tone.
“It was.” I managed to mumble as aftershocks of my orgasm washed through me. How had he made me come that hard with just his hand? He wasn’t wrong. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like when he got his cock inside me because I was already jelly from just his fingers—would I survive his cock?
After a while, he finally spoke again as one hand stroked my hair. “You okay?”
“I should be asking you that. I shouldn’t be leaning on you like this.”
“I’m fine, I promise.”
I wasn’t entirely sure about that, and the caregiver inside of me wanted to double-check his surgical site to be sure, but I couldn’t trust my legs to hold me up right now. And lying in his arms felt right—too right.
If only I had given in to what I felt for Hunter sooner and gotten out of my head faster, it would’ve gotten me out of our way, and we’d be—well, I had no idea where we’d be, but I definitely would’ve never dated his father, even if it was only for ten minutes.
“I’m sorry.” I finally managed to mumble, so quiet that he might not have heard me.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. “For what?”
“For being so uncertain up until now. If I had ignored all my fears and jumped into this as certainly as you have, well, I can’t begin to imagine where we’d be by now.”
Hunter sighed, shifting slightly in bed before grasping my chin and forcing me to look at him. “You really think it was as simple as ‘ignoring your fear’? That’s not how it works, Georgia. And your fears were valid. Society tells us that you and me aren’t supposed to be together. You’re ‘too old,’ and I’m ‘too young,’ and there’s nothing we could possibly have in common. It would be easier, maybe, if our genders were reversed, but even then, I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve heard my mom complain about the age of the girls my dad usually dates. She’s made comments like, ‘what could he have in common with someone twenty years his junior’ and I know there will be people who think that about us, but they don’t know what’s in our hearts. So, I understand where your fear came from, and I understood it wouldn’t be as easy as ‘ignoring’ it. But we got there, and I’m not going to let you go for anything. You’re mine now, Georgia Moore, til death do us part—yours, obviously, since you’re older.”
My eyes flew open in horror to find him grinning at me with a smirk before I busted out laughing. “You ass.”
“I said I loved you, not that I would stop being a pain in your ass.”
I leaned in, kissing him softly before whispering against his lips. “Please never stop being a pain in my ass. That’s my favorite thing about you.”
epilogue
Georgia
"Happy birthday!"
Everyone clapped and cheered, and obnoxious noise makers rattled and clanged. But I barely heard any of it as I watched the smile stretch across his face. He was beaming, and it did stupid things to my pulse. But that racing was nothing compared to when he turned that smile on me, and our eyes met.
I looked away quickly, already feeling the heat rise into my cheeks, as I took a long sip of the sangria I’d made with Carolina’s help.
