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Enjoying oral sex or having someone go down there with their mouth has never been a thing to me. It’s always seemed awkward and kind of forced. But with Hunter? It’s absolutely mind-blowing. It’s like dying and going to heaven. Only heaven probably doesn’t include things like that.
Lying down beside me, he pulls me into his side. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” His deep voice rattles against me. “I’ve never been this crazy over another human being in my life. With you, I can’t even try to control it.”
How he reacted to not only me walking home late at night, but also Elliot hitting on me makes me realize that shit is going to hit the fan when he learns what my job really is. He’s jealous. And overprotective. But even though I know I should tell him…I can’t. He might not look at me the same when I do, and that scares me. Because I really,reallylike the way he’s been looking at me lately.
“Does it have anything to do with what happened toHaley?” I murmur against his side. “I could understand why that would make you worry.”
His body stiffens a little. “You know about that?”
I nod my chin against him. “I heard enough to get the gist of it,” I whisper, feeling like shit that I never reached out when I heard. But I figured I was the last person she’d want to hear from. “Is she okay now? I mean…I saw her briefly on the yacht, but we didn’t really talk.”
“She’s scared all the time even though she won’t admit it.” He sighs. “But it’s not just that I worry about you, Sutton. The thought of another man even looking at you makes me fucking wild. I could have easily thrown Elliot off the boat and not thought twice about it.” His hand grips me, squeezing me against him harder. “You’re turning me into a monster, Little Bird. But I can’t walk away from you.”
Pressing my lips to his chest, I gaze up at him. “What are we even doing anymore, Hunter?” I whisper.
“Fuck if I know,” he mutters back. “But I don’t want to stop.”
I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my palm. “Me neither.”
And I really, really mean those two words.
My whole life, I’ve felt like no one truly gets me. He does. And he doesn’t even need to say it.
“Can I take you somewhere tomorrow night?” he asks softly. “I promise you’ll love it. I think so anyway.”
I nod against him, yawning. “I’d love that.”
We’ve already passed the point of complicated. Why turn back now?
18
Hunter
Sutton walks in front of me. Even in loose-fitting, light-colored jeans and a white crop top with no makeup and her wet haired pulled back into a bun, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
She grins up at the sign, pointing to it. “Blind Rage? We’re going to a rage room?”
I take a few steps toward her, stopping as I rest my hand on her side. “Yep, we are.”
“We’re going to break shit?” she whispers, her eyes widening and a smile spreading across her lips.
Leaning down, I kiss her. “We’re going to break shit.”
She bounces up and down, clapping her hands together. “I’ve always wanted to try this!” She stills, raising an eyebrow. “But I’ll warn you, if we make it into awho can break morecompetition, you’re going down!”
“Oh, I already figured that much.” I chuckle, looping my finger in one of her belt loops and tugging her closer. “All that rage inside of you when it comes to your parents or your asthma…let it out.” I kiss her forehead. “You’ll feel a lot better once you do.”
Resting her hands on my sides, she nods slowly, looking up at me. “What about you? What are you here for?”
I think about it for a second. Bringing her here was mostly for her, but it was for me too. I’ve never come to a place like this. I mentioned it to Paige a few years ago. I had heard Brody and some of the guys came here to try it out. She thought it sounded like the dumbest thing and didn’t feel like she had anything in her life to be upset enough to break something over. I never mentioned it again.
In Sutton, I see the same frustrations, pressures, and feelings of not being enough that I see in myself. I figured that maybe something like this could help us. Who the heck knows?
“Losing my brother and not being able to help him. The constant pressure from my parents to become a doctor. The fear of never making it to the NHL and being trapped in my father’s shadow. Everything that happened withHaley.” I stop. “Your parents abandoning you and the hate I feel for them for that. I wish I could fix them so that they were better to you.”
“Most of the things you listed are not really your battle to fight, Hunter,” she answers softly. “But the last one, that’sdefinitelynotyour fight. You don’t need to feel bad for me.” She gives me a small, sad smile.
“If it includes you, Little Bird, it’s my fight now,” I tell her, and I mean it.
