Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Eventually, I collapsed into a sea of white satin and lace, and that’s where I stayed. I stewed in my misery until the curtains were ripped back without warning. Fearing it was Effie, I snatched my hands away and stood with some excuse ready on my lips, but it was worse.
It wasn’t my future mother-in-law who had snuck in while my wounds were wide open.
It was the one who’d dealt them. My best friend. My ride or die. The one person I would let hurt me over and over.
Hunter.
Today was her debut as my new bodyguard, so she was dressed once again in her all-black uniform—skin-tight cargo pants, boots, and a shoulder holster over her shirt. She was armed to the teeth with her long braid cascading down her back and her baby hairs laid.
The moment I finished eye-fucking her through my tears, she shoved me against the mirrored wall—much like I’d done to her last night in Glamis’s lavish kitchen—and got in my face. “What is it with you, Coby? You’re either being stolen away from me or running away all on your own. I’m getting sick of it.”
“I’m sorry,” I said pathetically. “I fucked up.”
“Shut up already.” Hunter gave me no option but to obey when she pressed her soft lips against mine, hard enough to steal my breath. Ocean’s kisses always felt like the stars were aligning. With Hunter, I heard them sing. Her hands glided over my bare shoulders, down my arms, and circled my wrists. “If you don’t know that I never stopped wanting you,” she whispered between kisses, “you’re not as smart as I thought.”
“You said we had to stop. You said we couldn’t be like that because one day it might end and we’d lose each other forever.”
“I know.” Hunter ended the kiss and exhaled heavily as she shook her head. “I’m not very smart either.”
Was I dreaming? Or was this really happening, meaning I’d died and gone to heaven?
Hunter kissed me again as if she’d heard my thoughts and wanted to prove that it wouldn’t be like last time. I waited for this to feel awkward or wrong, but it didn’t. Not now and not then.
When Hunter applied pressure to deepen the kiss, I didn’t back down this time. I granted the access she demanded and sighed into her mouth when I felt the tip of her tongue lick mine.
“Hunter,” I moaned. “What do we do now?”
Her hands grabbed the skirt of my gown and lifted it, gathering the satin around my waist. Knowing what she was after, I reached down and held my dress up for her to free her hands. Her fingers began tracing the hem of my panties, and I parted my thighs, moaning when she bent and nipped the swell of my breasts spilling from the tight bodice.
“What do you want to do?” she returned coyly.
“I want you to touch me.”
I needed so much more than that, but for now, this would have to do. Hunter was still a flight risk. She always had been. The trail of broken hearts she’d left behind whenever things got too deep spoke for themselves. I’d been the only one Hunter had ever let stay once in, but then she’d torn her own heart apart just to keep it from ruining me.
“Do you remember when I used to sneak into your room and play with you?” she asked, lowering my panties down my legs and following them until she was crouched.
“Yes.”
“I’d touch and kiss you here,” she whispered, brushing her knuckle against my warm slit. “You squirmed for me. Remember that?”
“Yes, Hunter,” I whined. “I remember. Stop teasing me. Please.” Hunter shifted her hand and slid two fingers deep. My lashes fluttered as I leaned against the mirror. My head fell to the side, and one glance in the mirror showed Hunter’s hand hidden underneath the heavy skirt of my wedding dress. “God, yes,” I moaned as I rode her fingers. “Don’t stop, Hunter.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she taunted. “You squirm for him now. Not for me.”
I opened my eyes enough to see jealousy and guilt warring within her own as she played with my pussy. “And you don’t?”
Hunter shoved to her feet and pushed her chest against mine, fucking her fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I could hear the proof of my want echoing around the small room. The wet slap of her fingers tunneling in and out. Even her warm breath on my hot skin was an aphrodisiac.
“Just say it, Coby.” Her eyes were dark and vengeful now, like she wanted to punish us both for falling for the same man. “I know you know.”
“You fucked him,” I accused.
“Yes.”
I came, my walls squeezing Hunter’s digits as she ground her heel against my clit to prolong it. My hips moved without any discernible rhythm, the rustle of the satin swishing as I chased my orgasm to the very end.