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C.A.Rose

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Hefoundher.
He’skeepingher.
Noone,notevenher,isgoingtokeephimfromdoingjustthat.

Ifyou’relookingforaquickiethat’sabitsweet,awholelotalpha,andridiculouslydirty,thisisthebook
foryou.

TableofContents

TitlePage

CopyrightPage

AbouttheBook

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

Chapter9

Chapter10

Chapter11

Epilogue

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FindersKeepers

CHAPTER1

‡

Aspen

M

Y

CAR

IS

done…asindone.Tryingtheengineagain,Igetnothing,notevenaclick,click,click.

“Crap,” I groan, fighting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. Now not only am I lost in the

middle of nowhere but also my car has broke down and, I haven’t seen a house or car for miles. I
probablyshouldn’thavedrivenpissedwithnodestinationinmindwithoutacellphone.Thenagain,Iam
me,andbeingme,I’malwaysdoingstupidstuff.

Looking through the windshield I wonder what the chances are of seeing a bear, a wolf, or even a

cougar.Thechancesareprobablyhuge.MontanaisknownforthoseanimalsandI’minthewoodsinthe
middleofthefreakingnight.

Deciding to wait in the car, I silently pray for someone to drive by, but after sitting in the dark for

what seems like forever, with nothing but my overactive imagination to keep me company, I start to
wonderwhatthechancesareofacardrivingbywithaserialkillerbehindthewheel.

“Youareseriouslysostupid,”Itellmyself,asfearstartstomakemefeeljittery.NotonlyamIoutside

mynormalstompinggroundIdon’thaveacellphoneandnooneknowswhereIam.HellIhavenoidea
whereIamexactly.RealizingIhavetwochoices:diefrombeingeatenbysomekindofanimal,ordie
frombeingmurderedIobviouslychooseoptionnumberone.

SwingingmydooropenIsetoneLouisVuittonshoeonthepavementthentheother,andteeteronthe

uneven ground below my feet. I don’t normally wear heels, so I suck at walking in them, but my evil,
bitch-facestepmotherinsistedIgetdressedupforhereventtonight.So,beingthepushoverIam,Idid.

Luckyforme,Ihadtakenjeansandateewithmetotheevent,soIwasabletochangeoutofmydress.

UnluckilyformeIforgotmysneakers,givingmenochoicebuttowalkdownadarkunevenroadinkiller
heels.

AfterwalkingforawhileIlookovermyshoulderandnoticeIcanbarelyseemycaranymore,soat

leastI’mmakingprogressevenifitisslow.Continuingmytrek,Istopinmytrackswhenanoiseoffthe
side of the road in the forest gets my attention. Listening, I hear the sound again, this time closer than
before.

“Hello?”Icall,closingmyeyestryingtofocusmyhearingwishingIwouldhavestayedinmycar.
HearingasoftgrowlmyeyesspringopenandIpanic.TakingoffinasprintIcursemyselfasmyheel

getscaughtinthepavementandIgodown,twistingmyankle,leavingmehelplessandwrithinginpainon
theground.

Seeingahugewolfcometowardme,IscreamasloudasIcanwhilesweepingmyhandoutonthe

groundaroundmeinapanic,lookingforaweapon.Findingastick,IbatitinthedirectionofthewolfasI
situp.Scootingawayfromthegiantbeastwiththestickpointedtowardhim,Ipantasthefurrybeasttakes
twostepsinmydirection,growlingagainanddisplayinghisviciousteeth.

Iswingthestickathim,andhebacksupthendisappearsintothewoods,probablyrunningofftoget

hishuman-eatingwolffriends.Andatthatthought,Ipassout.

*

I’

M

BEING

CARRIED

,Ithink,asIwakeslowly.Thepaininmyankleisthrobbing,andIwonderifIbrokeit.

Feelingmyfacepressedtowarmcotton-coveredskin,Itrytoliftmyhead,butahandmoves,pressingmy
headbackwhereitwas.

“Easy,” I hear rumbled, while feeling the vibration against my cheek. I soak in my savior’s smell

whileIfightmybodytoawaken.Hissmelliscleanbutmasculine,andIreallywanttopressmynoseto
hisnecktoinhaleevenmoreofit.

“Rage,stay,”myrescuerorders,andIliftmyheadaninchtoseewhohe’sspeakingto,discovering

it’sthewolfthattriedtokillme.

“Oh, God, please be careful,” I whisper, as my body grows tight in panic. That’s when my whole

worldtipsupsidedown.Themanholdingmedipshisfacetowardmineandhiseyebrowsdrawtogether.
He’s gorgeous—or what I can see of his face not covered by his beard is gorgeous. Dark hair that’s a
littlelong,andbrightblueeyesthatshinelikecrystalssurroundedbydarklashes.Fulllips,andaperfect
nose.

“Carefulofwhat?”heasksinhisdeep,rumblyvoice.
“Thewolf,”Itellhimbreathlessly,andhesmilesablindingwhitesmile.
“That’sRage.He’sakitten,”hewhispers,andIhavetosayIlikehiswhispervoiceasmuchasIlike

hisdeep,rumblyvoice.

“Hetriedtoeatme,”Iinformhim,andhissmileturnsintoadevilishgrin.
“Can’tblamehim.Iwouldn’tmindeatingyoueither.”Hewinks,andmycoretightensatthethoughtof

thisman“eating”me.

CHAPTER2

‡

Hunter

W

HAT

ARE

THE

chancesoffindingabeautifulwomanpassedoutonmyproperty?Yesterday,Iwouldhave

saidzero.Today,however,I’mthinkingIstruckpaydirt.

When Rage stared howling, I knew something was wrong, so I got my shotgun and followed him

throughthewoodstowardtheroad.WhenIcameacrossthebeautycurrentlyinmyarms,Imadesureshe
was breathing then figured I should take her with me. I probably could have taken her to her car and
calledthesheriff,butsomethinginmecouldn’tdoit.OnceIhadherinmyarms,Ididn’twanttolether
go.

Carryingheruptheporch,Iunlockthedoorthentakeherrightuptomyroomandlayheronthebed.

Hereyesscanmethentheroom,andherlittletonguecomesouttolickherlips.She’sbeautiful,withlong,
curlyredhair,cutefrecklescoveringherfromheadtotoe,creamyskin,andgreeneyesthatlooklikethe
forestinmybackyard.

“I’m gonna get you somethin’ for the pain,” I mutter, turning my back on her to hide my sudden

erection.Idon’twanttoscareheroff,andifsheknewwhatIwasthinkingshe’dberunningforthehills.

Headingtothebathroom,Igrabacoupleofpainpills.Theywilllikelyknockheronherass,butI’m

sure she’d rather be sleeping than being in pain. Taking the pills and some water to her, she takes both
without even a question of what are they. Not even an “Are you kidnapping me?” or a “What’s your
name?” She’s innocent, really fucking innocent if she doesn’t realize she’s in a house with a man she
doesn’tknow,who’sbeenhardsincehepickedherupofftheground.

“Howoldareyou?”Ibark,andshejumpsatmytonethenducksherheadandlooksupatmethrough

longlashes.

“Nineteen,”shewhispers.
Well,thankfuckforthat.Atleastshe’slegal.
“Um… how old are you?” she asks, studying me, and I cross my arms over my chest and fight my

smileashereyesheat.Shemaybeinnocent,buthergazeishungry.

“Almostthirty.”
“Oh,”shewhispers,andIraiseabrow.
“Isthataproblem?”
“What? Of course not. I mean… I mean, a problem for what?” she asks, looking adorable as her

freckle-coveredcheeksgrowadarkshadeofpink.

“What’syourname,beauty?”
“Aspen,”sheyawns.
“I’mHunter.”
Shesmilesthentiltsherheadtotheside.“Youremindmeofagrizzlybear.”
“Thatso?”Iraiseabrow,andherwholebodyflushes.
Christ,she’ssweet.

“It’sjustthebeard.You’reallfuzzy.”Sheraisesherhand,catchingmeoff-guardbyrubbingmybeard.

Mycock,whichhasbeencuriousabouthersincethemomentIfoundher,presseshardagainstthezipper
ofmyjeans,wantingtogettoher.

“Didyoueverhearthesaying‘Youshouldn’tpokethebear’?”Igrowllow.
Atmyrumble,herbreathhitchesandherhanddropsashereyesshootuptomeetmine.
“Sorry,Idon’tknowwhat’swrongwithme.”Sheshakesherhead,puttingherhandtoherforehead.
“Youcantouchmeanytime.Butfirst,let’sgetyoubetter.”
Her mouth forms a perfect O, and I can imagine my cock disappearing between her lips while she

looks up at me. I need to put some space between us before I do something that will scare her away.
BeforeI’veevenhadachancetotasteher.

“Lieback.”Ieaseherbackontothebedthenputhersprainedfootuponthepillow.AsIdo,Istudy

herheels.Theyaresexyashell.Diamondsaregluedtotheentiresurface,withheelssohighandslimI’m
suretheycouldkillsomeone.“I’llbebackinafewminutes.I’mgonnagetsomeiceforyourankle.”

“Okay,”sheyawnsoncemore,andIleavetheroom.
Heading downstairs, I let Rage in from outside, and point him to his bed by the fireplace before

headingforthekitchen.WhenIgetbackupstairsafewminuteslaterwithicewrappedinatowel,she’s
sleepingonherside,huggingmypillowtoherchest.Itrytowakeher,butshedoesn’tmove.

Figuringshe’llbemorecomfortableoutofherclothes,Itakeoffhersparklyheelsthenherjeans.Her

legs are long and lean, which is crazy, since she’s probably only five one, tops. Leaving her shirt on, I
noticeshe’snotwearingabra.Icanseetheoutlineofherpink,puffynipplesthroughthematerialofher
whiteshirt.Myjawticksinannoyanceandpossessiveness.Sheshouldn’tbeoutdressedlikesheis,and
if she were mine—well, I guess she’s mine now, since I found her—she wouldn’t be out anywhere
withoutafuckingbra.

Wrappingherankleintheiceandasecondtowel,Ipullthecoverupoverherthendebatewithmyself

forhalfasecondbeforedeciding,fuckit.Slippingoffmyclothesandgettingintobedwithher,Ipressmy
bodyagainsthers.

Wakinginthemorning,Irollover,findingthebedempty.Sittingup,Ipanic,throwingbackthecovers

andjumpingfromthebed.Istumbleintomyjeansandrundownstairswhilepullingonmyshirt,andthen
skidtoahalt.

“Goodboy!You’resuchagoodboy,”AspencoostoRage,whoislyingonthekitchenflooratherfeet

onhisbackwithhislegsupintheair.“Doyouwantanotherpiece?”sheaskshim,andherollsoverand
sitsonhishaunches.Iwatchhergrabapieceofhamoffthecounter,asshetellsRage,“Laydownandroll
over.”Ragefollowsthecommandsthenwaitsforhertodroptoherbareknees,rubbinghisbelly.

“You tryin’ to turn my dog against me?” I ask, and her head shoots up while Rage places himself

betweenherandme.Ifeelmybrowsdrawtogether.Ragedoesn’tmindpeople,buthe’salwaysbeenmy
dog.

“Iwasgettingiceformyanklewhenhecamein.Hescaredme,soIgavehimsomeham.”
“Youshouldn’tbeonyourankle,”Itellher,walkingcompletelyintothekitchen.AssoonasI’mclose

enough,Iscoopherupintomyarmsandholdheragainstmychest.Idon’tknowhowit’spossiblebutI
missedherwhenIdidn’twakeupwithherinmyarms.

“Ohmy,”shewhispers,wrappingherarmsaroundmyneck.
“Where’syourice?”Ilookaroundthetopofthecounters,butcan’tseethetowelanywhere.
“IgotdistractedwithRage,”shemumbles,andIsetherontheislandinthemiddleofthekitchenthen

tiltherheadbackandtakeakiss,notabletohelpmyself.HereyeswidenasIbrushmymouthoverhersa
secondandathirdtime.Keepingmytouchlight,Irunmyhandupherthighsthenspreadherslenderlegs

andsettlein.

“Whatareyoudoing?”shewhispers,andIleanbackandwatchthepulseinherneckthumpmadly.
“Touchingyou.”
“W-why?”shestutters,swallowinghard.
“BecauseIcan.”IleaninandkissheroncemorethenbackoffbeforeIgetcarriedaway.Grabbinga

baggieandanotherkitchentowel,Iorder“Up”asIliftheroffthecounter.“Doyouwanttogobackto
bed,orwouldyouliketorestonthecouchforabit?”

“Couch,”shewhispers,andIswearIfeelhertonguetouchtheskinofmyneckassheanswers.My

cockthatispainfullyhardtwitchesbehindmyzipperandIbitebackagroan.

“Wherewereyouheadedlastnight?”Iask,asIsettleherontothecouch.
“MystepmomhadaneventanddemandedIbethere.”
“Butyouleft?”Iguess,andshelooksovermyshoulder.“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Pardon?”
“Whydidyouleavetheevent?”Iaskwatchingherpullinabreathandletitoutslowly.
“Mystepmomtriedtosetmeupwiththisguyand—.”
Her words end suddenly as I hear myself growl, and her gaze flies up to meet mine where I’m

hoveringoverher.

“Who?”Iinquire,tryingtokeeptheangeroutofmytonejustfromhearinganotherman’snameonher

tongue.

“Don.”Shelicksherlipsandshakesherhead.“I’veknowhimsinceIwasfifteen.Forthepastthree

years,he’sbeenbuggingme.Hisdadissomebigbankguy,andmystepmomoverheardhimaskmeout.
Sincethen,she’sbeentryingtosetusup.

“Buggingyou?”Irepeat,feelingmytemperflare,andhereyesmovetomeetmine.
“He’sjustannoying,”sheassuresquietly,readingmybodylanguage.
“Hasheevertouchedyou?”Herheadshakesthenshesmiles.Andatthatsmile,Irealizethatnotonly

isshegorgeous,butsheisfuckingbeautiful.

“That’salie.Hedidonce,butIkickedhiminthenuts.Hehasn’ttouchedmeagainsince.”
“Good.”Isettleonthecouch,restherlegsoverthetopsofmykneesandrunmyhandupherthigh

watchinghereyesflarewithnervousnessanddesire.

CHAPTER3

‡

Aspen

L

ICKING

MY

LIPS

IwonderwhatthehellI’mdoing.It’snotlikeI’maslut,orevenalittleexperienced,but

IneverwantHuntertotakehishandsoffme.Icoulddefinitelygetusedtothewayhistouchfeels.

IwonderwhathewoulddoifIjumpedhim,Ithink,ashishandsmovesoftlyupmybarethigh.
“Baby.”Thetinglesonmythighhavemyeyesdroppingthere,andIseehisbig,tanhandagainstmy

creamy,freckle-coveredflesh.“Babe.”Hesqueezes,andmyeyesmovetohis.

“Hmm?”Ilickmylipsagainandfeelhisbodyrumbleashiseyeswatchmymouth.
“Doyouhavesomeoneyoushouldcall?”
“Call?”Mynosescrunches,andhesmiles.
“Whodoyouneedtoletknowyourokay?”
“Oh.”
“Oh,”herepeatswithashakeofhisheadandasmalltwitchatthecornerofhismouth.
“Ishouldprobablycallmydad,”Imutter.Notthatitwillmatter,butIshouldtellhimthatI’mokay.

Mydadiskindofadick.Okayhe’snotkindofadickhejustisadick.YouseeI’mtheproductofmydad
cheatingonmystepmom.Mydadmetmymomandtoldherthathewasn’tinarelationshipbutheliednot
onlywasheinarelationshiphewasmarried.Mymomdidn’thaveaclueuntilshecameuppregnantand
toldhim.That’swhenthetruthcameout.

“Ifyouweremygirl,I’dwanttoknowyou’resafe.”HiswordsbringmeoutofmyheadandIstudy

thelookonhisface.

Thewayhesays,“Ifyouweremygirl”hasmybellywarmingandmyskintinglinginaweirdway,but

thelookinhiseyeshasthespacebetweenmylegs—whichhasonlyeverbeentouchedbyme—pulsing.

“Wheredoeshelive?”heasks,andIwatchhismouthmove,wonderingifhewillkissmeagain.
“What?”Iask,tryingtofocusonhim,notonwhatmybody’sdoing.
“Yourfather,wheredoeshelive?”
“Missoula,oroutsideofit,withmystepmom,”Itellhim,andhenodsthenmoveshishandsalittle

higherupmylegs.

“Wheredoyoulive?”
“InMissoula,”Isqueak,ashisfingersridealongmyhiptowardmyinnerthigh.
“Alone?”There’sthatgrowlagain.
“I…well…I…IlivewithMic,”Ibreathe,wantingtoopenmylegsjustalittlebit,buttooafraidto

doit.

“Mic?”Hisbodygetsclosertomine,butinsteadoffear,IfeelsomethingI’veneverfeltbeforeashe

movesonefoottothefloorandadjustsmyotherlegoverthebackofthecouch.Hishandsmoveupmy
thighs,andhedropsforward,runninghisnosealongmypanties.

“W-what are you doing?” I breathe, then my head falls back as his finger glides lightly over my

panties,runningovermyswollen,sensitiveclit.

“Yousmellgood,”herumbles.Ifightmyeyesopen,lookdownthelengthofmybody,andwatchhis

eyes close and his nose press into my panties. The coolness from his deeply inhaled breath makes me
whimper, but when his teeth nip at my cotton-covered pussy, my legs attempt to close and my nails dig
intomypalms.

“Hunter,”Iwhisper,gaininghiseyes.
“Who’sMic?”heasksagain,holdingmygaze.
“Myroommate,”Iwhisper,andhiseyesgofunny,almostdangerous.
“Howmanymenhavetouchedyouhere?”hequestionsonadeepgrowl,asheoncemoreslideshis

fingersdownthecenterofmynowdrenchedpanties.

Swallowing,Ishakemyheadbackandforthagainstthecouch.“You,”Iwhimper,pressingmypussy

closertohismouth,notcaringevenalittlebitwhatmyactionsmaybesayingaboutmeandthetypeof
girlIam.AllIcanthinkaboutishowclosehismouthistomypussy,howbighishandsfeelholdingmy
legsopen,andhowgooditwillfeelwhenhisbeardscrapesmysensitiveskin.

“You’vebeenagoodgirl,keepingmypussyuntouchedforme.”
Oh.
My.
Goodness.
Hispussy.Idon’tknowwhatthatmeans,buttheideaofanypartofmebelongingtohimworksforme.

Hisheadturnsandhismouthopensovermyinnerthighandhesuckshard,sohardmylegsclampshutand
Ifeelsomethingbegintounfurlinmybelly.Notabadsomething,butsomethingIknowwillbehugewhen
itunwindscompletely.

“Hunter!”Icry,ashepushesmylegsapartandhismouthmovesandopensovermypanties.
Thenhisheadshootsup,andhepullsablanketoffthebackofthecouch,andtossesitoverme.Ihear

RagegrowlingwhenIcomecompletelyoutofmydazeandliftmyheadtolookoverthebackofthecouch
toward the front door, where Hunter is headed. The door slams behind him, and I flinch when I see a
beautifulblondethrowherselfintohisarms.

Scramblingupfromthecouchandwincing,Ihopacrosstheroomtowardthestairsthenclimbthem

slowly. My ankle does feel better, but it’s not one hundred percent. There is bruising and it’s a little
swollen.OnceIreachthetopfloor,IheadforHunter’sroom,findmyjeans,andusethehousephonenext
tothebedtocallAAA.

Somehow,Iluckout,andtheyusethephonenumberI’mcallingfromtopulluptheaddress.Theytell

meadriver isfiveminutes outandthat he’llswingby andpick meupbefore wegoget mycarwhich
worksperfectlyforme.HidingawayinthebathroomupstairsIwatchoutthewindow.Frommyvantage
point,Ican’tseeHunterorthewoman,butIcanseearedsportscarparkedinfrontofthehouse,acar
thatwasn’ttherethismorning.WatchingthedrivewayIbreatheasighofreliefwhenIseethetowtruck
pullup.HurryingasbestasIcanoutoftheroomIheaddownthestairsandrushoutofthehouse.

“Who are you?” I hear the woman ask from my side, and I push through the front door. Turning my

head,Itakeherinandnoticeshe’snotjustpretty;she’sreally,reallypretty.

“I’mleaving,”Itellher,duckingmyhead.
“You are not leaving,” Hunter growls at me from the bottom of the stairs, making me jump. I didn’t

evenrealizehewasthere.

“Iam,”Isnarlback.Imean,whatkindofgirldoeshethinkIam?Sure,Ididn’texactlystopamanI

don’tknowfromshovinghisfacebetweenmylegs,butI’mnotthekindofgirlwhowouldbeokaywitha
manwhohasawomantouchingmeinanyway.

“Youarenot,”hesnarls,thenpointsbehindmeatthefrontdoor.“Goinsidenow.Andyou.”Helooks

overmyshoulder.“Youneedtogo.”

“Please, Hunter,” the woman behind me whispers, and my heart crumples in my chest, because his

eyessoftenandheshakeshishead.

“No,”hetellsher,thenhepausesashiseyescuttomeandhisvoicesoftens.“Goinside.”
“I….”Ilookathimthenatthetowtruckdriver,who’shoppingoutofthecabofhistruck.
“Yougood,Hunter?”theguyasks,andHunterturnstowardhim.Figures.It’sjustmylucktheyknow

eachother.

“Yeah,man.NeedyoutopickupAspen’scar.It’sontheroadabouttwomilesback.Justtakeitto

townanddropitatBilly’s.”

“Gotit,”thedrivermutters,gettingbackinthetowtruck,andthenIwatchhimdriveoff,leavingme

stranded.MovingmyeyestoHunter,Iwatchhimstompupthestairs,comingrightatmewithhisheated
eyeslockedonmine.Itrytobackup,butwithmyanklethewayitis,Ican’tmoveveryquickly.

“Youneedtobeoffyourfoot.”Hepicksmeup,andthenhiseyesmoveacrosstheporchasheshakes

hisheadatthewomanbeforecarryingmeintothehouse.

CHAPTER4

‡

Hunter

“I

S

SHE

YOUR

girlfriend?”Aspenasks,asIsettleherbackonthecouchandputherfootuponapillow.

“No,”Itellher,leaninginandkissingthecutelittlepoutfromherlips.“I’mgettingyousomeice.Stay

put.”Igotothekitchen,comingbackafewminuteslaterandfindingherwhereItoldhertostay,andIput
thetowel-wrappediceonherankle.

“Whoissheifsheisn’tyourgirlfriend?”sheinquires,asItakeaseatandtossthepillowacrossthe

roomtothearmchair,layingherlegsovermylap.

“Noone,”IsaydistractedwonderinghowIcanconvincehertotakeherjeansbackoff.
“Soyou…you’renotwithher.”
MyeyesmeethersandIfeelmyfacegosoft.“No,baby.I’mnotwithher.Neverhavebeen.”
“Oh,”shemutters,nibblingherfullbottomliplookingconflicted.Thenshelooksaround,hercheeks

turning pink while avoiding my gaze, which is so damn adorable considering she was just shoving her
pussyinmyfaceafewminutesago.

“It’sgonnatakeacoupledaystogetyourcarlookedat.Billy’sisalwaysbackedup,sincehe’sthe

onlyreliablemechanicformiles.”

“IcancallforanUberoracab,”sheoffersquietly,andthosewordssendmeintoapanic.Ishouldn’t

feellikethis,likeIwanttotiehertomybedandneverlethergo,butIdo.

“You’renotleaving,”Ibark,andhereyeswiden.“Imean,youneedtorest,atleasttoday.Tomorrow,

we’lltalkaboutitagain,”Isay,softeningmytone.ThenIgritoutaquestionbeforeIevenknowIwantthe
answertoitmorethanmynextbreath.“Areyouonbirthcontrol?”

“I…um…I….”shesputters,herfrecklesturningevendarker,andthensheshakesherhead.Myheart

ratethatwasinoverdriveslowsdown.Imaynotbeabletokidnapher,sincethatshit’sillegal,butIcan
spendashitloadoftimegettingherpregnantwithmykidsoshehasnochoicebuttostickaround.

“Good,”Imutter,slidingherlegsoffmylap,thenstandandpickherupoffthecouch.
“Whatareyoudoing?”sheasks,clingingtome.
“We’regoingtoshower.”Icarryherupthestairs,herslightweightfeelinglikenothingandabsolutely

everythinginmyarms.

“Yousaid‘we,’”shewhispers,andmyeyesdroptoherface.
“Yep,” I agree, and take her right to my bedroom and into the bathroom, setting her on the vanity.

Strippingoffmyshirt,hereyesroamovermychestthendowntomyjeans,wheremydickistentingthe
denim,wantingtogettohercherry.Actually,scratchthat.Wantingtogettomycherry,’causeIplanon
owningthatshitandhercompletely.

Goingtotheshower,Iturnitonthenmovebacktoher,andwithoutaword,Iwhiphertopoffover

herhead.Herbreastswithduskypinknipplesbounce,andmyeyesroamoverher.She’scoveredinspots,
amillionofthem,andIwanttoknoweachandeveryoneofthem.

Unhookingthebuttonofherjeans,Igrowl,“Liftyourass,”thendragherjeansdownherlegs,tossing

themtotheflooralongwithherpanties.

Gettingalookatherpussyforthefirsttimehasmealmostcominginmyjeans.She’scoveredinspots

even there, but her skin is bare except a triangle of hair that points right to what I know will be my
favoriteplaceintheworld.Mycockthrobs,andImovemyhandawayfromherthighandundothebutton
ofmyjeans,slidedownmyzipper,andkickthemoff.

“Hunter.”
At her gasp, my eyes slide leisurely up her body and I watch her wide eyes devour my erection.

Movingbetweenherlegs,Itakemyteninchesinhandanddropmyeyestoherpussythenrunthehead
backandforthoverherclit.“Spreadyourlegsfarther,baby.Letmelookatmypussy.”

“Hunter,”shewhimpers.
“Now,Aspen.”Herlegswidenandherbreathingturnslabored.She’ssoturnedonthatherfoldsare

glisteningwithherarousal.“Handstomyshoulders,”Imurmursoftly,shedoesasshe’stoldandmoves
herhandstoholdontomyshoulders.Sittinglikesheis,she’scompletelyopentome.“You’remygood
girl,aren’tyou,Aspen?”Iask,pullingmyeyesawayfromherpussytomeethergaze.

Lickingherlips,shenods,andwhispers,“Yes,”ashereyesturnlazyandcolorinfusesherskin.
“Youkeptyourcherryjustforme.GonnaletmefuckyouhoweverandwheneverIwant?”Iprompt,

slidingdownsojustthetipofmycockslipsinsideofher.

Hermoaned“Yes”makesmesmile.
“You’re gonna let me do anything to you I want to do, aren’t you?” I ask, slipping in a little then

pullingout,circlingherclitoncemore.

“Anything,”shewhimpersshakily.
“Putmybabyinyou?”Iquestion,watchingadropofprecumdripoutofthetipandslideoverherclit,

intoherpussy.“I’mgonnaownyou,Aspen.I’mgonnafillyourtinypussywithsomuchcum.”

Herpussyspasms,andIleanforward,slidingthetipofmycockintoher,cuppingherbreastwithone

handandrollingherclitwithmythumb.I’mnotgoingtopophercherryyet.NotyetIwanttosavorthat
moment.

“Hunter!”shecriesoutintomymouth,withherpussypulsingagainstthetipofmycockasshecomes.

Rockingmyhipsforward,Ijerkmycockoff,makingsurenottogotoodeepasIcomehard.Panting,I
pulloutandwatchmycumleakoutofherashercunttriestosuckitallbackup.

“My cum looks good in you,” I groan, gathering her limp body against mine. I carry her into the

showerandsettlemyselfonthebenchwithheronmylap.

Rubbingherback,Iwaitforherbreathingtoevenoutandhereyestoflutteropen,beforeIask,“How

areyoufeeling?”Hersmiletakesmybreathaway,butherpressinghermouthtominedoesmein.Itake
overthekissthenpullawayslowlywithnibblestoherbottomthentoplip.“Let’sgetyouwashedup.”

“I’mnotlikethis,”shewhispers,pressingherfaceintomynecksoIcan’tseeherandIcanbarely

hearher.

“Likewhat?”Idipmyfaceclosertohers.
“I,youknow,don’tdo…this.”Shepauses,pullingherfacebackandlookingupatme.“I…you…I

mean,you….”Shecloseshereyesthenopensthembackup,whispering,“Ijustwantyou.”

“That’sgood,seeing’showI’mkeepingyou.”Igiveherasqueezeandkissherforehead.
“You’rekeepingme?”Shefrowns.
“Finderskeepers,baby.Ifoundyou,andnowyou’remine.”
Blinkingupatmeshewhispers,“What?”
“You’remine.We’llfigureitallout,butyou’renotgoinganywhere.”
“Ohmygoodness,”shemutters,makingmegrin,’causeshesureasfuckisn’trunning,screamingfor

herlife.Infact,judgingbythewayherlegsaretwitchingandherthighsarerubbingtogether,shelikesthe
ideaofmeowningher.

“Let’swashupthenIneedtofeedyou.Ialsoneedtomakeafewcalls,andyouneedtocontactyour

family,alongwithyourroommate,toletthemallknowyou’reokay.

“Oh…yeah,Ishouldprobablydothat,”shemumbles,makingmesmile.
Ihavenoideawhatthehell’scomeoverme.Normallywithwomen,Icantakethemorleavethem,

andmostofthetime,it’sawholelotofthesecond.WomenwholivearoundhereknowwhoIamandare
only interested in my money. I don’t play games. I’m not interested in being anyone’s sugar daddy, or
havingapieceofarmcandyfollowingmearound.I’veneverpursuedawoman.One,I’veneverhadto,
andtwo,therehasneverbeenanyonewho’scaughtmyattentionenoughformetoeventhinkaboutit.That
is,untilsweetlittleAspenpassedoutonmyproperty.

There’ssomethingaboutherthatcallstoadeep,darkplaceinsideofme.Iwanttoowneveryinchof

hermindandbody,andIwon’tsettleforanythingless.I’vealsoneverfeltjealousybefore,butwhenshe
mentionedthelittlefuckerwhowasharassingher,Ihadtoholdmyselfincheck.Nottomentionthefact
herroommateisaman.Thatshitisnotokay.Theideahe’sseenherwhenshe’swokeninthemorning,
sharedthesamebathroomasher,andprobablyseenherhalf-undressedisenoughtohavemeseeingred.

CHAPTER5

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Aspen

O

KAY

,

HE

’

S

DOING

that growling thing again. I have no idea what that’s about, or why the sound sends

tinglesthroughmybody,butitdoes.EverytimeIhearit,Iwanttogetcloserandrubmybodyagainsthis.

Thoughtsofrubbingmybodyagainsthishasmepressingmythighstogether.Ican’tbelieveIlethim

dothosethingstome.Well,actually,Icanbelieveit.Themomenthetookoffhisshirt,andIsawhischest
upclose,andfeltthepowerofhisbodyagainstmine,IknewIwouldlethimdoanythinghewantedtome.
Maybethere’ssomethingwrongwithme.Ihaveneveractedlikethiswithanyone.Eveninthepastwhen
menhavehitonme,I’vebeenuncomfortableandawkward,butwithhim,itjustseemssoeasy.

“Youneedtogetwashedup.”Hishandrunsupmycalfthenmythigh,openingmylegsalittle,andI

watch him smile. “Do you want to come again, Aspen?” he asks, dipping his face closer to mine.
Nodding,sinceIcan’tspeak,hiseyesdarkenandthenhe’sup,settingmeonthebenchwherehejustwas.
Droppingtohiskneesinfrontofme,heuseshisshoulderstonudgemylegsapart.

“Ohmy,”Ibreathe,ashedragsmyasstotheendofthebenchandburieshisfacebetweenmylegs

beforeIknowwhat’shappening.Hiswettonguelapsatmehungrily.“Hunter!”Icry,stunnedasonethick
fingerpushesinsideme,rubbingsomehiddenspotIdidn’tknowexisted.

“Goddamnit,Ican’twaittoowneveryinchofyou,”hesnarlsagainstmyclit,andthat’sallIneedto

come,andcomehard,screaming,“Yes”intotheshowerasmyorgasmrocksthroughme.

I don’t understand why the idea of him owning me turns me on, but it does. I want that; I want to

belongtohim.Comingslowlyback,IrealizeI’monceagaininhisarmsonhislap,andIcanfeelhishard
length pressing against my hip. “What about you?” I look up at him, and his dark, heated eyes lock on
mine.

“Don’tworryaboutme,baby.I’mgonnageteverythingIwant.Makenomistakeaboutthat.Butright

now, we need to get you cleaned up, and then you need to eat something. You’re going to need your
strengthforwhatIhaveplanned.”

Oh wow. Okay. My heart starts to pound—not with nerves, but with excitement. “I’m not really

hungry,”Itellhim,andmystomachtakesthatmomenttogrowlloudly,provingmealiar.

Feelingmyselfblush,Iduckmyheadthenhismouthisagainstmyear,growling,“Yourlittlepussyis

goingtogetplentyofattention,baby.Youdon’tneedtobegreedy.”Hisfingerandthumbpressuponmy
chin,forcingmyeyestomeethis.

“I’mnot…notgreedy,”Istutter,blushingdeeper.
“You’vecometwiceandarealreadytryingtoconvincemetomakeyoucomeagain.”Hegrins,then

continues,“Thoughthisisnotaproblem—oritwon’tbe,onceyou’veshoweredandeaten.”Henuzzles
myear.

“Youhavetoletmego,”Ibreathe,knowingthesoonerIfinishwashingupandeating,thesoonerIcan

havemoreofwhatweweredoingbefore.

“I’m not letting you go,” he growls, and his arms tighten around me, sending a thrill through my

system.

“ThenhowamIgoingtogetcleanedup?”
“Oh.”Hisarmsloosenandhestands,puttingmeonmyfeet.FightingthesmileIfeel,Iturnmybackto

himandgrabthebarofsoapofftheshelftolatherup.Turningtolookovermyshoulderathim,Inotice
hiseyesareroamingovermyskin.

“Turnaround.Iwanttoseeyou.”Hisvoiceissodeepthatmybreathhitchesandmynipplespebble.

Turningslowlytofacehim,Icupmybreastsandcrossoneleginfrontoftheother.“Areyoudoingwhat
youweretoldtodo?”heasks,andIuncrossmylegs,moaningquietlyastheairslidesovermypussy,and
thendropmyhandsfrommybreasts.“Washup.”

Hiswordsvibratethroughtheshower,andmyhandsmoveslowlyovermywetskinwiththebarof

soapheldfirmlyinmygrasp,causingsudstoslidedownmybody.Feelingbold,Icarrythesoapbetween
my legs and gasp as my fingers glide over my sensitive clit. “Do not make yourself come.” His voice
holdssomuchwarningthatI’malmost,almosttemptedtodoitagain,justtoseewhatwillhappenifI
disobeyhimandtouchmyself.Butmyeyesmovetohis,andmyhandsstopmovingwhenIrealizehow
darktheyare.

Movingacrosstheshowertohim,IhandhimthesoapandtakeastepbackunderthewatersoIcan

rinseoff.Iwatchhimwatchme,hislustisalmostsuffocating;itmakestheshowerseemsmallerthanitis.
“Go,” he barks, and I hurry as quickly as I can out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and
wrappingitaroundmyself.Ithengrabanotherandwrapmyhairup,hearingtheshowerturnoffbehind
me.BeforeI’mevenupright,IfeelHunterbehindmeandmyeyesmovetohimandwatchashewrapsa
towel around his waist, which does nothing to hide his huge jutting arousal. Licking my lips, my eyes
movetohisandItakeastepback.“Donotbeafraidofme.”

“I’mnot,”Iwhisperthetruth.I’mnotafraidofhimatall.Infact,it’scrazyhoweasyIfindbeingin

hispresence,especiallywhenItakeintoaccounthissizecomparedtomine.No,whatIfeelforhimisnot
fear.It’ssomethingelse,somethingthatmakesmystomachdothatflipandmypulsesinginmyears.

Takingmyhand,hepullsittohischest,settlingitoverhisheart,andIfeelthewildbeatofitagainst

mypalm,makingmerealizeI’mnottheonlyoneaffectedinthissituation.

“Let’sgogetyousomethingtoeat.”
Nodding, I follow behind him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he stops by a long

dresserandpullsoutaT-shirt.Takingmytowelfromme,heslipstheshirtovermyhead.Withoursize
difference,thehemreachesmid-thigh.

“Doyouhaveboxers?”Iaskquietly,asIwatchhimputonapairofjeans.
Grinning,he walks backtoward me thenopens another drawer. Hedrops to hisknees and taps one

footthentheotherasIstepintothem,andheslidesthemslowlyupmylegs.

“Better?”heasksquietly,standingbeforeme.
“Yes.”Inodthensqueakwhenheliftsmeintohisarmsandheadsoutoftheroomtothestairs,down

straightdowntothekitchen,wherehesetsmeonthecounter.

“Howdoyoutakeyoureggs?”heasks,lookingatmeoverhisshoulderfromthefridge.
“Idon’tlikeeggs.”HefrownsandIshakemyhead.“Omeletsorthingscookedwitheggsareokay,but

I don’t like eggs plain,” I murmur, clasping my hands together and hoping he doesn’t get upset like
everyoneelsedoeswhenIsayIdon’tlikesomething.

“Idon’thavemuchforomelets.Ischeeseokay?”hequestions,studyingme.
Inod,thenwhisper,“Yes,”
“I’llhavetopickupsomestufffromthestore.JusttellmewhatyoulikeandI’lladdittothelist.”
Okay,itseemsI’mstayingherelongenoughthathewantstogetmefoodIcaneat,andasmuchasthat

thrillsme,Ihaveschool.“Um,IhaveclassMonday,”Iinterject,andhisbodystillsthenhiseyesmeet
mine.

“Whattime?”
“Eighttonine-thirtyandthenonetotwoforty-five.”
“Everyday?”
“No,myschedulechangesdaily,andFriday,Idon’thaveclassatall.”
“We’llfigureitout.”
“Ialsohavework,”Iblurt.Idon’tknowwhy.Idon’tevenknowwhathewantsfromme.Hekeeps

sayinghe’skeepingme,butwhatdoesthatevenmean?

“Work?”heasks,andInodagain,tuckingsomeofmyhairbehindmyear.
“Yeah,Iworkatacafénearmyapartment.”
“We’llfigureitout,”herepeats,breakingafeweggsintoabowl.
“Um…whatexactlyarewefiguringout?”Iprompt,probablysoundingasinexperiencedasIam.
Watchingme,hisfacesoftensandhestopswhathe’sdoingthenmovesacrossthekitchen.Stepping

betweenmylegs,hethengrabsmebehindmyknees,draggingmeclosertotheedgeofthecounter.“Iwant
you.I’mgoingtohaveyou.”Hepausesthenliftsmychinwithhisfingers.“I’mkeepingyou,Aspen.”

“Keepingme?”Ibreathe,feelingmycorepulse.
“Definitelykeepingyou,”herumbles,andthatvibrationinhisvoicemovesstraightbetweenmylegs.
“Oh.”Myhandsmove,holdingontohiswaistsoIdon’tfalloverfromtheweightofhiswordsandthe

lookonhisface.

“Yeah,”hesays,coveringmymouthwithhis,lickingovermytongue.Mimickinghim,Imoanwhen

hishandtwistsinmyhair,tiltingmyheadtothesidesohistonguecangodeeper,remindingmeofwhatit
waslikewhenhismouthwasbetweenmylegs.“Jesus.”Heripshismouthfrommine,steadyingmewith
hishandsonmyhips.“Youneedtoeat,”hepants.

“Yeah,”Iagree,leaningclosertohimoncemore.
“Easy,beautiful.”Hesmiles,peckingmylipsquickly,fartoquickly,beforesteppingback.“Letme

makeyoubreakfast.”

Duckingmyhead,Ifeelmycheeksheat.Everytimehetouchesme,Iwanthim.Iwanthishandsand

mouthonme.Iwanttogivemyselfovertohim.“Sorry,Idon’tknowwhat’swrongwithme.”Ishakemy
headtoclearawaythelustfoggingmybrain.

“There is nothing, absolutely not one thing, wrong with you,” he implores kissing me once more

beforemovingbacktowardthebowlandeggssittingonthecounter.SittingthereIwatchhimmakeme
breakfast,wonderingifIsomehowfoundtheperfectguy,ormaybetheperfectguyfoundme.

CHAPTER6

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Hunter

T

AKING

MY

PHONE

withme,IshootonelastglancetowardthebedwhereAspenisasleep,andforcemy

feettocarrymeoutoftheroomandawayfromher.Itiedaropefromherwristtooneofthepostsonthe
bedtomakesureshecouldn’tjusttakeoff,butnow,seeingthatwhitefabricaroundherslimwrist,I’m
wonderingifIwenttofar.Thenagain,theideaofhersneakingoffhasmealmostwakingheruptotake
herwithme.

“Fuck.”IrunahandthroughmyhairasImovebackintotheroomtostandoverherinthebed.Ineed

tomakeafewphonecalls,butI’mtorn.Checkingtheknotintherope,Iletoutabreath.Ifshewakesup
beforeI’mabletotakeitoff,shemightfreak,butIneedtoknowshe’snotgoinganywhere.

Givingup,Ileaveitasitisandwalkoutoftheroomtothehallandputmyphonetomyear,listening

to it ring. As the owner of my own company, I can pretty much come and go as I please, but my head
foreman, Greg, will send the cops to my house if I don’t show up without letting him know I won’t be
aroundforthenextweek.I’venevertakenanunplanneddayoff,notonceinseventeenyears.Hell,Idon’t
even think I’ve ever taken a day off that wasn’t a holiday or weekend, and even then, I end up doing
somethingformycompany.

“What’sup,man?”Greganswers,andasIhearthesoundofequipmentinthebackground,I’msure

he’sinthemiddleofthelumberyarddirectingtraffic.

“Iwon’tbeonsitethiswee—”Ibegin,asItakeaseatatmydesk.
“What?”hecutsmeoff.“Areyoudying?”
“No,Jesus.Ihadsomethingcomeup,andIneedtomakesureIhavecontroloveritbeforeIleaveit

unattended.”

“Youhadsomethingcomeupthatyoucan’tleaveunattended?Whatthefuckareyoutalkingabout?”he

asks,andIletoutanaggravatedbreath.Idon’tlikeexplainingmyselftoanyone,butGreghasbeenmy
friendsincemiddleschoolandheneedstoknowwhat’sgoingon.

“Imetsomeone.”
“Yeah,right.Tellmethetruth.You’redying,aren’tyou?”
“I’mnotfuckingdying.Imetawoman,”Irepeatonalowgrowl.“She’snotfromaroundhere,soI

needtospendtheweekmovingherinandmakingsureshe’ssettled,”Itellhim,afactIhaven’teventold
Aspen, which is pretty fucking ass-backwards. But fuck if I can get myself to care about that shit right
now.

“Didyoufallandhityourhead?Youjustmetawoman,andyou’removingherintoyourhouse?How

thehelldoyouknowshe’snotafteryouforyourmoney?”

“She’snot.”Irunahandthroughmyhair,annoyedwithhimforeventhinkingthatshit.Shehasnoidea

whoIam,noideaI’mworthupwardoffivehundredmilliondollars.

“Areyousureaboutthat?”
“I’msure.”

“Givemeherinformation.Letmedoacheckonher.Thelastthingyouneedisanotherwomanwho

wantstotakeyoutothecleaners.”

“No,”Ibarkquickly,“thereisnothingyouneedtoknowabouther.”
“Easy,buddy.I’mjusttryingtolookoutforyou,”hesayssoftly,andIclosemyeyes.Myemotionsare

alloverthedamnplace.

“Iknow,buttrustme.She’snotlikethat.ShehasnoideawhoIam.”
“Wheredidyoumeether?”
“HercarbrokedownnearmyplaceandIfoundher.”
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
“I don’t even know what to say right now,” he mumbles, sounding like he doesn’t know what to do

withme.Thenagain,ifhetoldmethissameshit,Iwouldn’tknowwhattosaytohimeither.

“Thereisnothingforyoutosay.”
“Soyou’regoingtobeoutfortheweek?”
“Yeah,maybelonger,”Imurmur,wonderinghowlongitwilltakemetoputakidinher,becauseI’m

thinkingonlythenwillIfeelokayaboutleavingherside.

“Fine,butifyoudon’tcallme,I’llsendasearchpartyoutforyou.”
“I’llcall,andyouneedtotalktoBreanne.Sheshowedupatmyhouse,cryingabouthowyouhaven’t

beenreturninghercalls.”

“I haven’t returned her calls because she fucking cheated on me,” he snaps, and I shake my head. I

don’tbelieveshecheatedonhim,buthe’sconvincedshedid.

“Talktoher.I’mnotyourcouplescounselor.Figureyourshitout,”Igrowl,hangingup,thenlookat

theofficedoor.IshouldletAspensleepabitandgetsomeworkdone,butknowingshe’stiedtomybed,
wearingmyshirtandboxers,hasmeheadingrightbackintomyroomandcrawlingintobedwithher.

CHAPTER7

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Aspen

W

AKING

SUDDENLY

,

FEELING

likeI’mabouttocomeoutofmyskin,myeyesflyopenandIattempttomove

myhands,buttheyseemtobetiedtotheslatsinthebed.Panickingslightly,IthenmoanasIrealizeawet
tongueislickingatmebetweenmylegs.Liftingmyhead,IlookdownatthetopofHunter’shead.

“Hunter,”Iwhimper,thenmoanasonethickfingerslidesjustinsidemytightpussy,makingmylegs

shake.OhGod,thisistorture.Amazingtorture,butstilltorture.“Hunter,”Ipantagain.Ineedsomething.I
don’tknowwhat,butIknowIneedsomethingmorethanwhathe’sgivingme.

“Doyouwanttocome?”heasks,andIpullmyheavyeyelidsopenandlookdownathim,thistime

meetinghishungrygaze.“Doyou?”hetaunts,ashishandsmovetomythighsandhisthumbsspreadmy
folds,holdingmeopen.Blowingacoolbreathagainstmyoverheatedskin,mypussythrobsandhiseyes
darken,makingmeswallow.

Leaningforward,helicksmeoncemore,thistimeslow,andhiseyesfallclosed.“Doyouknowhow

amazingyoutaste?Icouldeatyouallday,allfuckingday,andnevergettiredofyourtaste.”Helicksme
again,thistimefrommyasstomyclit,whichhecirclesslowly.

“Oh,God.”Myheadfallsback,andIattempttopullfreefromthebindsaroundmywrists.Thisfeels

sodirty,andIwonderifit’snormalthatit’sturningmeon.

“Don’tmove,”hecommands,andIstoppullingattheropeandlookathim.“Goodgirl.”Herewards

me by sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arches off the bed and my legs fight against his palms,
tryingto close mythighs. “You likeyour clit sucked, don’tyou? You’re drippingwet now.” He smiles,
andIfeelhisthumbslideintomethenhismouthisbackonmyclitashistonguethrashesagainstit.

Ibitemyliptopreventmyselffromscreamingwhenhestopssuddenly,andthenIfighttheurgetolift

myhipsandthrustmypussyagainsthisface,eventhougheveryinchofmewantstodojustthat.

“Doyouwanttocome?Youdidn’tanswermebefore.Tellme,Aspen.Doyouwantmetomakeyou

come?”

“Yes,” I finally say, and before I can prepare for it, his mouth is back on me, his tongue is flicking

overmyclit,thenhepushesonethickfingerinsideme,notevengivingmeachancetoadjustbeforehe
addsasecondonetothefirst.Thebiteofpainonlymakesthepleasurehe’sgivingmethatmuchbetter.
“Don’tstop.Pleasedon’tstop.”Myheadthrashesbackandforthagainstthepillowasmypussystartsto
tighten around his fingers that are thrusting into me ruthlessly, hitting a spot that is making stars dance
behindmyclosedlids.

“Fuck,”hegrowls,asIcomescreaminghisnameintothequietroom.Comingbacktomybody,Ifeel

hismouthstillonme,histonguestilllickingovermyclit,hisfingersstillslippinginandoutofmealmost
leisurely. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he questions, and I nod without thinking. I want to feel him
insideme.Iwanttofeelhimstretchingme.Iwanttofeelhisbodyagainstmine.Iwantallofhim.

Asheleansback,Inoticethenthathe’scompletelynaked.Hisbodyishardinalltherightplaces,and

hiscockishugeitlookssomuchbiggerthanitdidintheshower.“Hunter,”Iwhimper,unsure,tuggingat

mybindsoncemore,andthecornersofhismouthliftintoasmile.

“Ilikeyoulikethis,tiedtomybed,atmymercy.MaybeI’llkeepyoulikethisforever.MaybeI’ll

keepyoutiedtomybedandneverletyougo,”hesays,andhiswordsshouldfreakmeout,buttheideaof
himcontrollingme,himusingmeanywayhelikesmakesmynippleshardenandmypussyconvulse.

LikeheknowswhatI’mthinking,hiseyesroamovermynakedbody.“Youlikethatideababy?You

liketheideaofmeowningyou,medominatingyou,pleasuringyou?”heasks,pushingmylegsapartand
lettinghisweightsettlebetweenmyspreadthighs.

Feeinghishardcockbumpmyentrance,Ibitedownonmytonguetodistractmyselffromshiftingmy

hipstheinchIneedtoslidehiminsideme.

“Askmetofuckyou,”hedemands,wrappinghisfistaroundhiscockandpumpinghishandoverit.

“Askmetofuckyou,”herepeats,glidingthetipofhiscockovermyclitandentrance.Myhipsshift,my
heartbeatspeedsup,asIlookfromhiscocktohiseyesthataredarkandfulloflustandpossessiveness.

“Please fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flare right before he feeds me his cock inch-by-inch,

stretchingmypussyandmakingmemoan.

Closingmyeyes,Ipressmyheadbackintothepillowandwrapmyhandsaroundtheropestiedtomy

wrists,feelingmybodytighten.

“Relax,”heurges,rollinghisthumbovermyclit,andthepainIwasfeelingsubsidesasanewfeeling

beginstocoursethroughme.“Goodgirl.Now,letmeseethosebeautifuleyes.”Islowlyopenthemashe
stopsfeedingmehiscock.“Thispartisgoingtostingalittle,butitwillonlylastasecond,okay?”he
asks,butbeforeIcananswer,myeyeswidenashepushesinpastmyvirginity.

Inhalingsharply,Ifeelhisthumbworkmyclitfaster,overridingthepain,andthenhepullsoutaninch

andthrustsbackintwo.Hiscockissothickitfeelslikeit’shittingeverysinglenerveinsideofme.“God,
youfeelgood.Canyoutakemoreofme?”Ifeelcompletelyfullofhimandcan’timaginetakinganymore.
“Youcan,”hestates,feedingmeanotherinch,makingmytoescurlandmybackarchoffthebed.

Pantingheavily,Imoanashisthumbrollsovermyclit.“Hunter.”Iwanttobeghimtostopandbeg

himtogivememore,allinthesamebreath.

“Youlookbeautifulfullofme.Yourpussyissotight,sodamnwet.”Hiseyescloseandhisheadfalls

backashisjawtightens.Imovemyhips,andhiseyesflyopenanddroptowhereweareconnected.

“I….” My cheeks grow warm and my eyes drop from his as embarrassment fills my chest. I don’t

knowhowIcanbeembarrassedrightnow,butIam.

“Lookatme,”hedemands,andmyeyesreluctantlymeethis.“Tellmewhatyouwant.”
Studyinghim,thelookonhisface,thewayhisbodyispulledtight,Iknowhe’sholdingback,andI

don’twantthat.Iwanthimtotakeme.Iwanthimtomakemefeelgood.Iwanthimtofeelgood.“Please,
givememore,”Iwhimperafteralongmoment,andhiseyesflashrightbeforehetakesholdofthebacks
ofmykneesandpullsmecompletelyagainsthim,fillingmeimpossiblyfull.“Yes,”Ibreathe,ashepulls
his hips back and thrusts forward. “Yes!” I repeat, writhing under him. This is what I needed; this is
exactlywhatIneededfromhim.

Leaning forward, his chest rests against mine as he takes my mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue

betweenmylips.Ilovethis,allofthis—hisweight,hisscent,thewayhisbodyissurroundingmealmost
protectively.IhaveneverfeltmoreconnectedtoanotherpersonthanIdorightnowwithhim.

Pullinghismouthfrommine,heleansbackslightlyandhishandslidesuptomyrightwrist.Ifeelthe

rope fall away, and then he does the same with my other wrist, releasing me from my binds. My hands
movetohisshoulders,andIholdontightwhilehisthrustsspeedupandhismouthmovesdownmyneck
tomybreast,whichhesucks,licks,andbites,sendingmeclosertotheedge.

Asmypussystartstoconvulse,hereleasesmybreastandleansback,lookingintomyeyes.“Wecome

together,asone,”heinstructs.Runningmyhanduphisshoulder,neck,andtohisjaw,Irestitthereand
nod, watching his eyes flare with something different, something special, something that makes me feel
whole.“Yes,I’mkeepingyou,”hestates,rightbeforehetakesmymouthagain,holdingontomyhipand
thebackofmyneck.Feelingcocooned,Iwhimperandmoanagainsthistongueashegroansagainstmine.
Neitherofussaysanythingaswecometogether.

CHAPTER8

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Hunter

“I

REALLY

SHOULD

go home at some point,” Aspen says, and my stomach turns. The idea of her leaving

sendsmeintoapanic.Rollingherunderme,Ipullherlegsaroundmyhipsandthrustinsideofher,doing
theonlythingIcando.

“Hunter.” Her hand moves to my jaw and her eyes search mine before they slide closed, and a

whimperofpleasureleaveshermouth.

“You’renotleaving,”Igrowl,drivingharder.“You’reneverleaving.”
“Oh,God.”Herheaddipsback,andIlosehermouthbuttakeadvantageandlickupthecolumnofher

throat,whichissensitiveandalwayssendsherintoafrenzy.Herpussytightensandherjuicessoakmy
cock. Licking her neck, I move my mouth down to her breast and pull her tight nipple into my mouth,
suckinghardandfeelingmorejuicesdrenchme.

Fuck,feelinghowwetsheismakesmymouthwater.Iwanttoeather.Iwantherpussysoakingmy

face. The sounds she makes when she comes and the taste of her on my tongue is enough to get me off
whenI’meatingherout.Fuckingherharder,Ifeelmyballsdrawup,butIdon’twanttocome,notyet.
Flipping her to her belly, I pull her hips up and thrust back in deep, bumping her cervix with each
downwardstroke.IftheonlywayIcankeepherforeveristogetherpregnant,Iplanondoingjustthat.
Justthethoughtofhercarryingmychildhasmyballsdrawinguptightoncemore.

“Hunter.”Hercryofpleasuremakesmyjawclenchtight.
“Up,”Iroar,pullingherupwithmyarmaroundherwaist.Impalingheronmycock,Ishout,“Come

now,” as jet after jet of my seed shoots off deep inside her clenching pussy while she orgasms. As my
orgasmsubsides,Imovetolayusdown,keepingmycockplanteddeep,notwantingonedropofmycum
togotowaste.

“Youkeepdoingthat,”shepants,andIplaceakissonhershoulder.Iknowshemeansthateverytime

shebringsupgoinghomeIfuckher.Ican’thelpit,anddon’tknowifIwantto.“Ihaveschoolandwork.”

“You could be pregnant right now with my child.” I’ve only been fucking her for two days, but she

couldbepregnant.Fuck,Ihopeshe’spregnant.

“What?”Thatonewordcomesoutinawhisperasherbodytightens.
“I’vehadyousomanydifferenttimes,neverwithprotection.Youcouldbecarryingmychild.LikeI

said,you’renotgoinganywhere.”

“Pregnant.”Herhandmovestoherstomach,andminecoversitthere.
“Pregnant.”
“Thisis…that’sjustcrazy.”
“It’snot,”Ideny,thenIhearRagestarttobarkdownstairsbeforethere’spoundingonthefrontdoor.
“Who’sthat?”sheasks,asIpulloutofherslowly,vowingtokillwhoeverisatthedoor,interrupting

mytimewithher.

“Idon’tfuckingknow.”Irollover,gettingoutofbed.“ButI’mgoingtofuckingfindout.Stayhere.”

“Sure,”sheagrees,coveringherbreastswiththesheetasIpullonapairofjeansandheadoutofthe

bedroom,downtothelivingroom,puttingonashirtasIgo.Rageisstandinginareadystance,growling
atthefrontdoorwhenIgetthere,andseeingwho’sstandingoutside,myannoyancespikes.

“Whyareyouhere?”Icrossmyarmsovermychest,notinthemoodforthisbullshit.Nottoday.
“I’mpregnant,”shesays,andIstareather.Ifshe’spregnant,it’snotbyme,soIdon’tknowwhythe

fuckshe’sknockingonmydoorwiththisnews.

“And…?”
“And… you know what this means,” she says, and I feel my jaw tic then hear a creak behind me.

Turning,Ilookovermyshoulderatthestairsbutseenothing.“Hunter,thisisbad.He—”

“CallGreg,”Icutheroff.“Ifyou’repregnant,he’llwanttoknow.”
“God, you and he are both assholes!” She presses her lips together then lets out a huff of air. “I’ve

calledhimamilliontimes.He’snotanswering.”Shemovesherhandstoherstomach,andIdropmyeyes
there.

“Fuckme.Letmegetmycell.I’llcallhim,”Imutter,knowingthat’stheonlywaythisshitwillget

dealt with. He’s not going to answer her call, and I can’t have her ass showing up at my place every
fuckingdaywiththisdrama.Headingbackintothehouse,Iturntolookatherwhenshetriestocomein.
“Stayouthere.”

“Really?”Shefrowns,crossingherarmsoverherchest.
“Really.Aspen’shere,andshedoesn’tknowyou.”Iclosethedoorbehindme,leavingherandRage

outside.Iheadtothekitchenandgrabmycelloffthecounter.DialingGreg,Iwaitforhimtoanswerthen
lookupthestairswhenIhearAspenmovingaround.

“Youstillalive,man?”heanswersonthesecondring.
“Youneedtocometomyplace.Breanneishereclaimingshe’spregnant.”
“What?”Iheartheshockinhisvoiceandthenoiseonhisenddiedown,lettingmeknowheprobably

steppedintotheoffice.“She’satyourhouse,andshetoldyoushe’spregnant?”

“Yeah,youneedtotalktoher.Ican’tkeephavinghershowupwithAspenhere.”
“I’mgrabbingmykeysnow.I’llbethereinjustafewminutes.”
“Seeyouthen.”Ihangup,tossingmyphonebackontothecounter,knowinghewon’tbelong.Iwalk

backtothedoorandswingitopen.“He’sonhisway.”

“Thankyou,Hunter.”
“IsweartoGod,ifyoutwodon’tfigureyourshitout,I’mgoingtolockyoubothinaroomtogether.”
“I…Imightneedyoutodothatifhedoesn’tlistentome,”shesays,andIpullherinforahug.
“I’ll do it if I have to,” I tell her, then let her go, yelling out for Rage when I hear him bark in the

distance.

“Who’sAspen?”sheasks,andIcan’thelpbutsmile.
“The woman I plan on marrying,” I tell her, watching her eyes fill with surprise then fear as Greg

pullsdownthedrive.

“Yourgirlhaveredhair?”Gregasks,rollingdownthewindow,andIfeelmyeyesnarrow.
“Why?”
“Ifshedoes,Ithinkshe’shitchhikingonthehighway.”
“Comeagain?”
“Yourgirl,ifshehasredhair,shewasonthesideoftheroad,hitchhik—”
“Motherfucker.”MyheartlodgesinmythroatasIjumpdownthethreestairsandrunacrossthedirt

drivewayintothewoodsinthedirectionoftheroad.Idon’tknowwhythefuckshetookoff,butassoon
asIgetmyhandsonher,I’mtyingherupandneverfuckinglettinghergoagain.

CHAPTER9

‡

Aspen

“I

-

IS

THE

DOG

friendly?”theguywhojuststoppedtopickmeupasks,andIlookatRage,whoissitting

betweenus.Hislipsarepulledbackinasnarl,showingoffaveryimpressivesetofsharpteeth,foamand
alongstringofdroolishangingfromhismouth.

“Yeah,he’sfriendly,”Ilie,wringingmyhandstogetherinmylap.Ragedidn’tgivemeachoiceabout

bringing him with me. As soon as the car stopped, Rage came barreling out of the woods and jumped
throughtheopendoorbeforeIevenhadachancetogetintothecar.Thenherefusedtogetout.Icouldn’t
riskHuntercatchingupwithme,soIlethimstay.Atsomepoint,Iwillhavetodrophimbackoff,butI
planondoingitaftermyperiodshowsupandIknowforsureI’mnotcarryingHunter’schild.

Myhandmovestomystomach,andtearsburnthebacksofmyeyes.Icouldbepregnantrightnow,

pregnantbyamanwhoishavingachildwithanotherwoman.WhatthehellwasIthinking?Droppingmy
foreheadtotheglass,Iclosemyeyes.IshouldhaveknownwhatIwasfeelingwastoogoodtobetrue.I
shouldhaveknownthat,justlikemydad,Hunterwouldletmedown.

“Wherearewegoing?”
Pullingmyforeheadfromthewindow,IlookatthedriverandwatchhisAdam’sapplebobasRage

growls at him. “Missoula. Is that too far out of your way?” I ask, running my hand down Rage’s back,
tryingtocalmhimdown.Idon’tneedhimkillingmywayoutofthismess.

“No,nottoofar.Iwasheadingthatway.”
“Thanks.”Ibitemyliphardtokeepfromaskinghimtoturnaroundandtakemeback,whichiswhatI

really want to do. Even hearing that woman tell Hunter she was pregnant, I still want him. Maybe I’m
sufferingfromthatdisorderyougetwhenyou’rekidnapped,theonethatmakesyoucraveyourcaptor.Not
thatIwaskidnapped,butmaybethat’swhat’swrongwithme.Maybethat’swhyitfeelslikeIleftapiece
ofmyselfbehind.

Pulling up in front of the house I rent with Mic an hour later, I get out, saying a quick thank you to

Ryan,theguywhodroveus.ItakeholdofRage’scollarandleadhimuptothefrontporch.Knockingon
thedoorsinceIdon’thavemykey,IwaitforMictoanswer.

“Aspen,”Micsaysassoonashepullsthedooropen.“Whyhaven’tyoucalledagain?”Hethensteps

backsuddenlyasRagebareshisteethathim.

“Ignore him.” I nudge Rage, who is blocking my path, out of the way so I can get into the house.

“SorryIhaven’tcalled.I….”God,Idon’tevenknowwhatIcanpossiblysayrightnow.Iwaslostina
bubblewithamanI’mprettysureIfellinlovewithonsight.Amanthatishavingababywithsomeone
else.AmanImightalsobepregnantby.Yeah,Iwon’tbetellinghimanyofthat,becauseitprovesjust
howbigofanidiotIam.

“Areyouokay?”Hereachesouttotouchmyarm,butRagegetsbetweenusbeforehecan.
“I’mfine.I’mjusttired.”
“Whosedogisthis?”heasks,studyinghimwithfearinhiseyes.

Igetwhyhe’sscared;Rageisn’texactlycomingacrossfriendly.
“Mine.”
“Yougotadog?”
“No.Yes….”Irubmyforehead.“Kindof.It’safriend’sdog.He’sjuststayingforafewdaysuntilI

cangethimhome.”

“What’sgoingon?”HiseyesnarrowandIpullinabreath.I’mnotreadytotalkaboutthiswithhim,

orwithanyonereally.AllIwanttodoisgotobed.

“Nothingisgoingon.I’mjusttired.We’lltalklater,”Ilie,andherunsahandthroughhishair.
“Fine,butyouaregoingtotalktome.Yourdad’scalledaskingifIknewanythingaboutwhyyouhad

takenoff.He’sworriedaboutyou.”

I want to snort at that. My dad never worries about me. He barely even notices I exist anymore. “I

calledhim,andasyoucansee,I’mfine.I’llcallhimwhenIgetuplater.”

“Okay,”hesighs,notlookingconvincedbutevenmoreworriedthanbefore.“Areyousureyou’reall

right?”

“I’mfine.”Igivehimasmallsmile.“I’mjusttired.WhenIgetup,we’llorderpizzaandtalk,”Itell

him,ignoringRage,whogrowlsasIgiveMicahug.

“Sure.”Hekissesthetopofmyhead,givingmeonemoresqueezebeforelettingmego.Michasbeen

my best friend since… well, since forever really. His mom and mine were best friends, so we were
alwaystogethergrowingup,andthathasneverchanged.“Ifyouneedme,I’llbeinmyroom,”hesays,
and I nod then head for my bedroom. I let Rage in and close the door behind me then watch my new
roomiesniffaroundbeforehoppingupontothebedandlyingdown.

“Hunterisgoingtobeworriedaboutyou,”ItellRage,givinghisheadarub.“WhenIgogetmycarin

afewdays,I’lltakeyouhome.”Ileandown,givinghimahugaroundhisneck,thenleavehimthereand
headfortheshower,whereIwashthescentofHunteroffmyskin,wishingitwasaseasytowashaway
thesadnessandlossI’mfeeling.

CHAPTER10

‡

Hunter

“Y

OU

OKAY

,

MAN

?”Gregasks,asIrunbackoutofthewoods,pasthimandBreanne,towardthehouse.

Runningupthesteps,Iopenthedoorandheadintothekitchen,grabbingmycellphoneoffthecounter.
“Brother,”GregsaysassoonasIstepoutontotheporch.

“Igottago.IneedtofindAspen.”
“Youneedhelp?”
“No, I got it.” I pull up Rage’s collar GPS on my cell phone, praying that the shit works like it’s

supposeto.Idon’tknowwhatthefuckIwasthinkingwhenIleftAspenaloneupstairs.

“Yousureyoudon’twantmetohelp?”Gregasks,gettingclose,andIshakemyhead.
“Igotit,”Irepeat,thenfeelalowgrowlrumblemychestwhenIseetheGPSsignalmovingfarther

awayfromme.IfAspenthinksshecangiveherselftomethentakethatshitawaywithoutanexplanation,
shehasanotherthingcoming.She’sfuckingmine,andI’mkeepingher.

Gettinginmytruck,IslamthedoorthenstartitupwiththekeysIalwaysleaveintheignition.Lifting

mychinatGregasIpasshim,Iheaddownmydriveandpullontothehighway,keepingoneeyeonthe
roadandtheotheronthesmallreddotonthescreenofmycellphone.Rage’sGPSshowshe’satleast
fifteenminutesaheadofme,soIcanstillcatchupwithwhoeverthefuckheandAspenarewith.Thatis
another thing I’m going to be talking to her about when I catch her. What the fuck is she thinking
hitchhikingandgettingintoavehiclewithsomeoneshedoesn’tknow?Forthatstunt,Iwillbegivinghera
fuckingspanking.

FollowingthedotontheGPS,whichhasfinallystoppedmoving,Ipullupoutfrontofasmallhouse

and shut down my truck. I know Aspen said she has a roommate, so I will have to get past him if he’s
home.Thenagain,ifanyonetriestocomebetweenus,Iwilllaythemout.Gettingoutofmytruck,Islam
thedoorandheadaroundthehoodthenmoveacrossthestreet.Anoldcarisparkedinthedriveway,but
therearenolightsoninsidegivingawayifanyoneishome.Knockingonthedoor,Irunahandthroughmy
hairthendropmyeyestomyfeet,realizingIdon’tevenhaveanygoddamnshoeson.

“I’m guessing you’re what’s wrong with Aspen.” A guy who looks to be about twenty answers the

door,crossinghisarmsoverhischest.He’sbuilt,butevenasmuscularasheis,Icouldstilltakehimout
withaflickofmywrist.

“Whereisshe?”Itrytolookaroundhim,butheblocksme.
“Whatdidyoudotoher?”
“Ididn’tdoanythingtoher.Nowtellmewherethefucksheis,”Igrowl,leaningintohim,andhe

doesn’tevenflinch.

“She’smybestfriend.She’sbeenthroughmorethananyonedeservestogothrough.Sounlessyoucan

tellmewhythefuckyouarehere,I’mgoingtoslamthedoorinyourfaceandcallthecops.”

“I’minlovewithher.”Mynostrilsflare.“Youarenotgoingtokeepmefromher.Idon’tknowwhat

happened.Idon’tknowwhyshetookoffonme,butnooneiskeepingherfromme.Notevenher.Sonow,

tellme.Wherethefuckisshe?”Iroarthelastfivewords,andhiseyeswidenthennarrow.

“Youloveher?”
“Yes,Ifuckingloveher.”
“Jesus.” He shakes his head then steps out of the way. “You hurt her, I’ll kill you. She’s in the last

roomontheleft.”

Henodsinthatdirection,andIwalkpasthim,determinedtonotleaveherewithoutmywoman.

CHAPTER11

‡

Aspen

G

ETTING

OUT

OF

theshower,Iwrapatowelaroundmyselfthenmovetostandinfrontofthevanity.Using

myhand,Iwipethefogoffthemirrorandlookatmyself.MyeyesarerimmedinredfromthetearsIcried
intheshower,mycheekspinkandmylipsstillswollenfromHunter’skiss.Thelovebiteshegavemeon
mychestarestillthere,seemingdarkerthanbefore.Touchingoneofthem,Iwonderhowlongitwilltake
forittofade.Partofmehopesitneverdoes.PartofmehopesIgettocarrythemarkofhimonmyskin
forever.Droppingmyeyestothetopofthesink,Iclosethemthengaspasonehandcoversmymouthand
anotherwrapsaroundmystomach.

“Youthinkyoucanleaveme,baby?”MyeyesflyuptomeetHunter’spredatorygazeinthemirror.

“YouthinkyoucanjustfuckingtakeoffonmeandI’dletyougo?”

“Hunter,”Iwhimperagainsthispalm,buthisnamecomesoutmuffled.
“Itoldyoufinderskeepers,andImeantthat.Youarenevergettingawayfromme.Ever.”Hishandon

my stomach moves the towel aside then slides between my legs as his fingers part my folds. “You are
mine.Youbelongtome.”

Hisfingersfindmyclitandcircle.Withoutpermission,mybodyreactstohistouchlikeitbelongsto

him.Iwanttohatemyselfalittle,butIlovethewayhemakesmefeel.Mybackarches,andthetowel
dropsawayastwothickfingersplungedeepinsideme.

“Yourbodyalreadyknowsme.You’rewetandready,”hegrowlsagainstmyear,ashisfingersleave

my pussy and his mouth nips my shoulder then neck. I don’t even have a second to register what he’s
doing. Before I can think, he bends me over the vanity, kicks my feet apart, and thrusts inside of me
withoutwarning.

Cryingoutfromthesuddeninvasion,myheaddropsforwardandthetipsofmybreastsruboverthe

cold marble. His hand squeezes the cheek of my ass so hard I know I will have his fingerprints on my
skin.

“You are never leaving me. Never. Do you understand that?” he questions, but he doesn’t let me

answer.Histhrustsbecomefasterandsohardthatmybreathhitchesoneachdownwardstroke.“Never.I
ownyou.”

HefucksmeharderandIfeelitbegintobuild.ThetelltalesignsthatI’mabouttocome,andcome

hard. Biting into his palm still covering my mouth, I sink my teeth deep into his flesh, listening to him
snarl.Movinghisfingerstomyclit,hepinchesitbetweenhisfingers,sendingmehurtlingovertheedge
into an orgasm that drains the last of my energy and willpower. He plants himself deep and releases
insideme.Fallingforwardinexhaustionandself-hate,tearsbegintoforminmyeyes.

“Whyareyoucrying?”heasksgently,andthosegentlyspokenwordsfillmewithsadnessandanger.
“Ihateyou.”
“Youdon’tmeanthat.”
“Yes,Ido.”Isitupandpushhimaway,ortryto,buthedoesn’tletmegetfarintothebedroombefore

he has me pinned to the bed under him with his hips between mine. “Why are you here? Why are you
doingthistome?”

“Baby,whatthefuck?”heasks,searchingmyface.
“Iheardher.Icamedownstairstoseewhatwastakingyousolong,andIheardthatwomantellyou

shewaspregnant.”

“Shedidtellmethat,butit’snotmykid.ItoldyouI’veneverbeenwithher.”
“I’msure.”Ishakemyheadandclosemyeyes.
“Lookatme.”
“No,”Ideny,pullingmychinfromhisgraspwhenhetriestoturnmyhead.
“Lookatmenow,”hebarks,andmyeyesflyopen.“ThisisthelasttimeI’mgoingtotellyouthis.I

wasneverwithher.Ihaveneverwantedtobewithher,andnowthatI’vefoundyou,Iwillneverbewith
anotherwomanaslongasIlive.Doyouunderstandthat?”

“But—”
“Nobuts.Thatwomanisnotmine,neverhasbeen.Nowtellmeyouunderstandme.”
“Promiseyou’renotlying,”Ipracticallybeg,andhisfacesoftens.
Leaningback,herunshisfingersthroughmyhairanddropshisforeheadtorestonmineashiscock

fillsmecompletely.“Ipromise.Nowtellmewhatthisisallabout?”

“I—”Mythroatclosesupwithembarrassmentandfearastearsfillmyeyes.
“Tellmebaby.”HeurgesgentlyandIpullinadeepbreathandletitoutslowly.
“Mydadtoldmymomthathewasn’twithanyonewhentheymet.Heliedtoher.”Ilickmylipsand

closemyeyes.“Shefoundouthewasmarriedwhenshefoundoutshewaspregnantwithme.”Hisbody
tightensandmyeyesopentomeethis.“Ithoughtyou—”Mywordsendashisfingercoversmylipsand
ragefillshiseyes.

“Never.”Hegrowls,shakinghishead.“Iwouldneverdothattoyou.Yourdadisnotaman:aman

wouldn’t step out on his woman ever.” I know in that instant he would never do what my dad did, he
wouldneverbetraythewomanhelovesthatway.

“I’msorry,Ishouldhavetrustedyou.”Iwhisperandhekissesmesoftlythenleansback.
“You don’t have to be sorry, you don’t know me well enough to trust me yet, and I get that, but I

promiseitwillonlybeyoufortherestofmylife.”Myheartstartstobeatfasterattheideaofspending
foreverwithhim.

“Thisis,fast…Youcan’tpossibly.”
“YesIcan.”Hecutsmeoffdroppinghisfaceclosertomine.“IknewthemomentIfoundyouIwould

neverletyougoandIknewthemomentIsawyouIwaskeepingyouforever.”

“I want to be kept by you forever.” I tip my head back accepting his kiss wondering how I got so

lucky.

EPILOGUE

‡

Hunter

TwoMonthslater

P

ARKING

IN

FRONT

ofthehouse,thesightofAspen’scarparkedoutfronthasmereleasingthebreathI’ve

beenholdinginallday.Ihadtogotoworkthismorning,andAspenhadtogotoclass.Ididn’twanther
outofmysight.Itactuallyhurttolethergetintohercaranddriveawayfrommebutknowingshewould
behomewhenIgotheremadebeingawayfromheralittlemorebearable.

Ishutdownmytruck,hopout,roundthehood,andthentakethedeckstairstwoatatime.AssoonasI

enterthehouse,Aspenstandsfromthecouchwithasmileonherface.Idon’teventakeasecondtothink
aboutwhythatsmileseemsdifferenthappier.Ineedhernow.Allday,I’vethoughtabouthowIlefther
thismorning,howIlefthersoreandfullofmycum,sothatherpussywouldremindheralldaylongwho
shebelongsto.

“Hey.”ShebreatheswhenI’mclose,andthenhereyesflareinsurprisewhenIdon’tslowdown,I

justscoopherintomyarmsandcarryherupthestairs,takingthemtwoatatime.Kickingopenthedoorto
thebedroomwhenIreachitandwalkacrosstheroom.“Hunter,areyou—”HerwordsarecutoffasI
dumpherontothebed.

“Clothesoffnow,”Isnarl,strippingoffmyshirtthensittingtountiemyboots.
“Hunter,”shewatchesmewithherchestrisingandfallingrapidly.
“Now,”Ibark.
Jumping, her hands go to her top and she rips it off over her head, and I notice she has no bra on.

Withoutthinking,Iturnonherandpinhertothebedwithherhandsaboveherheadonthemattress.“You
donotgooutinpublicwithoutwearingabra.”

“W-what?”shewhispers,searchingmyface.
Bendingmyhead,Ipullhernippleintomymouthandbitedownonthetiphard.“Wearafuckingbra,

unless you’re with me alone,” I demand, then do the same to her other breast, nipping her nipple hard
enoughtomakehergasp.“Thesearemineandmineonly.”Idon’twantanyonetoeventhinkabouther
breasts.Thethoughtofsomeonecatchingaglimpseofhernipplesisenoughtosendmeovertheedgeinto
arage.“Doyouunderstand?”Iask,andherreplyisasharpnod.

Releasingher,Imovetofinishtakingoffmybootsthenundothebuttonsofmyjeansandkickthemto

theside,ashershakyfingersfumblewithherbuttonandzipper.Imovetoripherjeansdownherhips
thenburymyfacebetweenherlegswithoutgivingheramomenttoprepare.Hearinghermoan,Ipullher
clitintomymouththenthrusttwofingersdeepintoherpussythenaddathird.Mycockissohard,andI’m
sofuckingturnedonthatifIdon’tslowdownI’mgoingtohurther.

“Hunter,”shemoans,grabbingmyhairandrockingherpussydeeperintomymouth.Knowingshe’son

the verge of coming, I crawl up her body, line up my cock, and thrust home, feeling her pussy tighten
aroundmycock.

“Shhh.” I kiss her eyes, cheeks, and mouth, whispering soothingly to her as her body adjusts to my

lengthandwidth.“Areyouready?”Irockagainsther,andherpussysucksme,ripplingalongmylength.

“Yes,I’malwaysreadyforyou,”shebreathes,movingherhips.
Groaning,Islidemyhandbetweenusandrollherclit.“Youfitmeperfect.”
“OhGod,Hunter.”
“Rollyourhips,beautiful,andwrapyourlegsaroundme,”Iencourage,lovingthatshedoeswhatI

tellhertodo,’causesheknowsIwillalwaysrewardherwithanorgasmifshelistens.“Fuckbutyour
feellikesilk.Yourtinylittlepussyissofuckingwelcoming.Tellmeyoulovemycock,Aspen,”Igrowl,
rockingagainsther.

“I… I love it,” she sighs, sliding her hands up to cup her chest. “I love it so much, Hunter. You’re

fillingmesofull.”

“Goddamn, baby.” I rock into her harder, making sure to keep my strokes gentle so I don’t hurt her

littlepussytoomuch.“Doyouwantmycumtofillyouupfull?”Iask,andherpussyripples,givingme
the answer I want, even as her back arches and her mouth opens on a scream that sounds through the
bedroom.

Thrustingthreemoretimes,Iplantmyselfdeepinsideher,comingsohardIswearIblackoutfora

second. I roll to my side, keeping myself imbedded in her, not wanting to lose our connection. Not yet.
“Howareyoufeeling?”

“Magical,”shewhispers,andIsmileagainstherforehead.“Canwedothatagain?”
“Definitely,butweshouldeatdinnerfirst.”
“Okay.”Sheleansuponherelbowandhereyessearchmine.“Iloveyou.”
“I love you too.” The first time she told me she loved me, I made her repeat it a hundred times,

becauseitdidn’tseempossible.Butshedoes.Iknowshedoesnow.

“I’mpregnant,”shewhispers,andIstareather,wonderingifIheardhercorrectly.
“Pardon?”
“Iwenttothedoctortoday.I’mpregnant.”
“You’rehavingmybaby?”
“I’m having your baby.” She smiles gently, and I roll her to her back and stare at her in shock.

“Finderskeepers,”shewhispers,andmyeyesclose.

Fuckme.WhoknewIwouldliterallyfindthewomanwhowouldchangemylife?

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