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“Not a problem. We’ve heard worse,” Dr. Riley said. “Okay. This is going to be a little painful, but just hold on. We’ll get you wrapped and out of here in a jiffy.”
I held Hunter’s hand as the doctor and the nurse worked in tandem to get Hunter’s foot set and cast. By the time they were done, Landon had returned. I sent him back to the shop, then helped Hunter to my car. I had it from here. I could get him home.
“Wait,” Hunter said. “I need to pick up Destiny and get my car.”
“Well,” I said as I pulled out of the parking lot of the hospital, “we’ll grab Destiny, then have someone bring your car to the house. Not like I can drive two cars at once, nor can you drive one right now.”
Hunter chuckled. “Sure enough. Take me to get our daughter, fiancé.”
I smiled to myself. We were a long way from being back on track, but we’d get there. “Aye, aye captain.”
One week later...
Today was the day Hunter had to see Dr. Jay about his foot. The cast seemed to help and, thankfully, there had been no infection in his toenail. As for work, Hunter got one of those little scooters that he could keep his foot elevated, so he didn’t have to worry about causing more injury to his already broken foot.
As for me, I spent every day with them, Hunter and Destiny. After talking to Gail about the case, and explaining everything, including a huge mea culpa about the food poisoning, which we laughed about afterward, we both agreed to close the case. Even if we sent out another set of state investigators to find some morsel of family for Destiny, the likelihood the family would want the baby, were slim and none. Hope, from what we’d gathered but never shared, ran away when she was fourteen. What little New York’s DCSF would release to us, she’d been on the street more than with her family and there were several reports of abuse in her home, namely from her uncle and her father.
The rest, it seemed, hadn’t been recorded, or she’d effectively vanished off their radar. Which made sense when she showed up in Nashville with Pedro and the car ring. Plus, there was the information Hunter’s PI gave us. He’d been searching for months and came up with nothing. We’d done our due diligence until it was time to let it all go. Allowing Hunter to continue to be Destiny’s father.
The relief in his eyes when I told him yesterday hurt my soul. I’d been so blind to what he was trying to do. He cared for the little girl more than most would have. I allowed my biases to contaminate our relationship because of my time in the system. I should have been grateful to him for not chaining a baby to the foster care program.
In those few seconds, when I saw the light return in his eyes and the stress lifted from his shoulders, I realized this wasn’t about him. It was more about a program in dire need of a reboot. So, my new calling, while continuing to work for the state, was to help pass legislation that would assist children, not continue to harm them once we spared them from their abusive homes.
But that was for another day.
The alarm went off and Hunter reached for the button, ending the annoying sound. He grumble-yawned as he pulled me tight to his side, and I sighed with relaxation. This was my favorite time of the morning. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been.
I’d never give this up, ever.
“Good morning, Baby girl,” Hunter mumbled, the scratchy sleepiness added to the deep vibration of his voice and sent a shiver down my spine. “Did you sleep well?”
“Always when I’m with you.” I wiggled my ass across the thick outline of his crotch.
He groaned a curse before nipping the side of my neck. “Fuck, Posey. You want some, Baby girl? You want Daddy’s cock in your pretty little pussy.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “It’s been too long, Daddy.”
He shuddered behind me, pushing the silky material of my panties to the side. “Mmm, wet and all for me.” Hunter teased my pussy, tracing the shape of my labia, then rubbing the pad of his index finger along my entrance. When his thumb brushed my clit, I gasped his name, trembling as I clung to the pillow nestled under my head.
“Hunter...” My breath hitched as he entered me with his middle finger, fucking me in long, slow strokes. I clenched around him, needing more, but also enjoying the unhurried slithering burn of arousal traveling through my veins. I moaned, pressing back toward him, needing more while also understanding he’d give me what I wanted when he was ready and not a moment sooner.
“That’s my baby girl, ride daddy’s fingers like a good little slut.” His free hand came up to wrap around my throat, holding me to him. The erotic sensation of having his hand over my airway, knowing at any second he could take the breath from me, turned me on more. Or maybe it was the fact, his hand had been covered in tattoos, and I had a fetish for ink. Either way, I was dripping for him and ached so bad, I thought I’d die before he shoved that thick cock of his into me.
I was delirious. Desperate for release while he continued to torture me with his fingers. Frustration and pleasure twined together. I wanted to scream at him to make me come, while also craving his approval. “Hunter, please. I’m so close and so wet for you. Please give me your cock.”
He groaned. His thumb pressed down on my clit as his fingers retreated. Then the distinctive sound of him cleaning his fingers assailed me. A shiver of desire punctured the balloon surrounding us, and I was definitely close. The tingle of my impending climax warmed my lower belly, humming to life like static electricity, ready for the right spark to explode. “You taste like fucking heaven, Baby girl.”
I didn’t have to beg twice. Hunter groaned as he pressed his tip to my entrance. My breath left me in a rush as he pushed forward, filling me from behind in a single stroke. My nails dug into his forearm. I trembled as my breath left me in a whoosh. The climax I’d been so close to seconds ago slammed through me, leaving me unable to speak or move. Behind me, Hunter snarled. He fucked me in tiny thrusts, while waiting for me to come down from the best high ever.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Get me all wet, Posey. Soak my dick.”
Oh God, why did he have to be so damn sexy? Why did he have the best sex voice and say the things I’d only read about in books? Couldn’t he see how much that turned me on and kept me on edge?Duh...The second he moved, I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Every stroke hit the best spot inside of me, elongating my climax, and pushing me headlong into a second orgasm. Hunter played with my breasts and tweaked my nipples, giving me the best damn morning wake-up call I’d had in a while.
“Hunter...” I buried my face in my pillow, crying out as the power of his thrusts increased. The clap of our body slapping together along with the sounds he made behind me, sent me spiraling out of control. “Oh, fuck...”
“Get there, Baby girl,” he moaned. “Fuck!Get there, Posey, so I can make your cunt all creamy.”
He milked my throbbing clit. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge, until I was floating. My orgasm shot through me. The tension within me snapped, and I screamed, bucking against him as I clenched around him. He growled then hiss as he pushed deep and the accompanying the pulse of his cock and the warmth of his release filling me.
