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My heart belonged to him, even though he would never be mine.
No one could match those steely greys that always made my heart skip a beat. Haunted me.
To that sharp jawline with a short beard that I imagined between my thighs while touching myself. Or the long strands of hair from his overgrown mohawk that I wanted to take down and pull.
Hold on to while I rode his face.
Jesus, I felt flushed. I needed to get ahold of myself. Had to survive until tonight and then once more, lick my wounds.
“Never really stood a chance.” Brad grumbled under his breath, then turned his head to glare at something past me. My heart gave a sharp thump, and I knew. Jesus, I knew who he’d been looking at and what.
He’s watching the man I love reconcile with her.
Ignoring the urge to turn, I looked over our small group and realized that Emily was staring at me with a huge grin. And not because this was humorous. No. That bitch was gleeful for a reason I wasn’t privy to.
“Something to say?”
At my calling out, she shook her head. “Nope. Just enjoying the view.”
“Share with the class, babe.” Her boyfriend wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. God, they were stinking cute together. “She has a right to know.”
“Know what?” At my question, she giggled. Girl looked ready to burst. “What—” I couldn’t finish, my words turning into a loud yelp. One second, I was on my feet pretending that my heart wasn’t shattering again, and the next, I was airborne, looking at the world upside down from over Hunter’s back.
A gorgeously defined back. Bare. With ink?
Fuck. Me.
From my vantage point, I could just make out the detailed lion on his back. It was large, with clean lines and bold shading. Realism: this animal was regal yet fierce—came alive on his skin. A true hunter with its piercing stare and a scar coming down his left eye.
This tattoo was gorgeous. Plain and simple.
However, Hunter with this tattoo was a delicious, pussy-destroying catastrophe.
All chatter around us ceased. Every eye in the backyard turned to look in our direction.
Most were surprised, while his parents simply raised their cup and smiled.
“Told you to step off, kid.” That gravely growl caused my skin to pebble and a rush of warm excitement to coat my inner thighs. “What part of that didn’t you quite understand?’
In his hold, I trembled—shifted just a bit. Tried to quell the sudden surge of arousal causing my body to seek more of his touch.
Warning flashes blared across all my processors. Abort. Abort. He doesn’t mean it.
My mind understood what my heart didn’t. Hunter Miles was dangerous for me. To me. What he represented in my life could destroy me.
Because after one taste of him, there was no doubt in my mind that no one else would measure up.
“We were just talking, man. No harm in that.” Brad’s tone wasn’t friendly, held just a slight edge of bitterness. Or was that embarrassment at the way Hunter called him out?
Either way, I needed to separate the two.
Last thing I wanted was for this reunion to turn into a brawl.
“No one asked you what you considered harmful.” Hunter’s fingers tightened their hold—dug into the pliant flesh of my upper thighs. His touch felt good. It was painful to keep in the moan that almost slipped. “She’s taken. Keep those eyes off her tits and ass.”
Oh, dear God. Blood rushed to my face at his heated words, and I closed my eyes. Tried to pretend I was anywhere but there now.
A part of me was appalled by the fact that this barbaric display excited me. I’d never had any guy interested in me behave that way. Stake a claim.
