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Not because I want her to have what she wants, but because I want him to.
No matter what that is.
Rule #4: Never show your hand.
Drake
Isabel is being weird. And so is Hunter now that I think about it.
In the elevator back from the pool, no one is touching. We had mind-blowing sex twice yesterday and I was really hoping we were going to keep up with that today, but now they’re both standing on either side of me with their arms crossed, wearing tense expressions.
When we reach the hotel room, Hunter grunts, “I’m going to shower,” and shuts himself in the bathroom.
Isabel and I are left alone in the large suite.
“I think I’m going to lie down,” she says. “One too many pina coladas.”
I can’t help but feel like that’s an excuse to get out of sex and I feel like I’m about to explode with frustration. I already know if I want answers, Hunter’s not usually the one to talk to. But he’s still my best friend, and I know how to get him talking when I want him to.
So I slip into the bathroom and peel off my swim trunks. Pulling open the shower door, Hunter gives me a small nod as I step in next to him. Pressing myself up to him until our chests are nearly touching, I push him back toward the shower wall.
The water drips over his brows and nose as I lean in to press my lips to his. We don’t say a word to each other as I trail my lips from his mouth to his neck. My kisses aren’t light or gentle. They’re rough and biting. He lets out a grunt as I pinch my teeth around his earlobe, grabbing my hair and pulling me away, so he can latch his around my lower lip.
“What are you doing?” he says with a rasp when it’s obvious that I’m being rougher than normal.
“Why don’t you tell me why you and Iz are being so weird?” I reply.
His hand finds my throat and he squeezes, nibbling his way along my jaw. “We’re not being weird.” He growls.
Reaching down, I find his hard length and wrap my hand around it. He grunts at the sensation, thrusting his hips toward me.
“Yes, you are,” I argue. Then, I tilt my head back and stare at him through hooded lashes. “Is it because that woman was flirting with me?”
He grabs onto my dick and squeezes to the point where it makes me wince. “No, because I know you weren’t flirting back.”
“Of course, I wasn’t,” I reply, stroking his cock under the spray of the water. My mouth finds his again and I kiss him. We’re both stroking each other hard and fast, and our moans and pants echo against the shower walls. “So tell me why?—”
“Stop talking,” he replies.
When I open my mouth to argue, he stops his hand and stares into my eyes, giving me a serious look. “I’m serious, Drake. Stop.”
My jaw clenches in frustration because I feel like he knows something I don’t, but he won’t open up to me. And when he pushes down on my shoulder, I let him shove me to my knees.
Staring up at him, I make him look me in the eyes as I drag his cock along my tongue and into the back of my throat. His eyes flutter closed and his head falls back against the tile shower. Lacing his fingers in my hair, he keeps his hand on my head as I move my lips along the length of his shaft, sucking on the head and licking my tongue in the slit at the end to drive him wild.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. The pet name stirs something inside me. It’s sexy as fuck but also affectionate. It makes me want to hand my body over to him and let him fuck my brains out as long as he keeps calling mebaby.
With my free hand, I reach under his shaft and wrap my fingers gently around his balls, massaging them and making him shudder again.
“Stick out your tongue,” he grunts.
Popping his cock out of my mouth, I stare up at him and wait for my reward. Replacing my hand with his, he strokes his dick with purpose. It only takes a moment before I feel the warm salty jets of cum land on my tongue as he lets out a long, sexy groan.
Our eyes meet as he comes in my mouth and on my face, some of it landing along my cheek and by my nose. Holding our stare, he leans down and licks the side of my face before bringing his mouth to mine. We share the taste on our tongues as he drags me to my feet.
Then, he roughly pushes my back to the wall and grabs onto my cock. Stroking me, he brings his face to mine. His other hand clasps around my throat again as his lips touch my cheek.
“This is why I don’t care about some bitch by the pool. Because youcomefor me, and you know I always take care of you.Wealways take care of you.”
