Page 11 of Stolen Kisses


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“Christ, baby,” I hissed out as raw pleasure zipped through me then. The acknowledgement of her ownership caused my cock to pulse and my hips to buck hard into my tight fist.

I fucked my hand with her name on my tongue in rough strokes that bordered on painful.

Each drop of pre-come was a heated caress that I pretended was hers. Upward strokes came with a twist and tightening of my hold. It was nowhere near the pleasure her pretty little pussy would give—the flutter of her walls and the heady scent that would surround me—but for now it would do.

“Are you up yet?” Her voice floated into the room then, catching me mid-stroke. For a second, I paused. Didn’t breathe while her small fist thumped against my door. “Hunter?” Every muscle locked tight, waiting on her to say something else. Anything. “I know you’re up.”

Again, she knocked. Harder this time.

“Give me a minute.” Tried like hell to keep the hunger from my voice, but its gravelly tone was hard to disguise. That shadow moved a tiny bit, a shift, and I stroked myself to her nervous stance.

“Can I come in?”

“Fuck, baby girl. I’ll have you coming soon enough,” I muttered low, and the doorknob jiggled. A rush of adrenaline—the thought of being caught rushed up my spine and my eyes closed.

My back bowed, and my hips rocked faster. Nirvana was just within my reach, I just needed a little more...

“Oh my God.” She was closer. Within my space, and immediately, I looked toward my door and caught my angel standing within the threshold, hands holding on to the frame. Her eyes followed the movement of my hand while my cock swelled for her, my completion almost volatile. Messy.

“Bailey,” I groaned low, leaving no doubt hanging in the air over whom I was coming for. Where my thoughts had been.

She was both my personal heaven and hell.

I let her see how each spurt of hot come on my lower stomach had been spilled with her in mind.

And she’d seen it all. Every inch, and the metal that pierced the now sensitive head.

That spark of hunger in her eyes confirmed it for me.

Even as she stepped back out of the room and closed the door without a word, her body language said everything she couldn’t just yet.

This feeling was mutual. Even after all these years, she was still attracted to me.

It was another hour before I went downstairs.

Our kitchen was empty, as was the backyard, except for our Shih Tzu that lay with his body facing the pool area. Last night I hadn’t seen him, but Bruiser was now busy watching me and assessing my character, determining if I was more friend than foe.

Slow and with meticulous precision, he stood from his spot and shook out his fur. Took a step closer while sniffing the air, and then paused his olfactory investigation only to lick his nose.

Bruiser never took his eyes from mine, especially while making a slow ascent toward me.

Studying me. He let out a series of grumpy grunts and then...

“That’s a good boy?” I laughed. Bruiser rolled onto his back, paws up and belly exposed, just waiting for a good rub. “Missed me, didn’t you?”

This earned me another small woof and then a lick to my forearm. Scratching his chest, I looked around the kitchen and noticed Mom had left a plate out for me. They were nowhere in sight, but I knew the girls were home.

I’d heard them discussing their plans while walking toward the stairs. They weren’t exactly quiet, and their voices carried.

They were having guest over, and I’d planned to make myself scarce today while they entertained.

I didn’t want to see anyone other than Bailey. However, that was before I realized I’d been wrong in my assumption that bratty teenage girls would be infiltrating my home.

Hell. No. They’d invited who I assumed was Emily’s boyfriend.

And if that kid was here, then his brother would be too.

Same douchebag who’d been after my girl.

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