He grins. “Takin’ me so well. Fuck.”
I start to ride him. Slowly at first, adjusting to the angle, ignoring the ache in my hip because what he’s giving me is so much bigger than any pain Reese left behind. He meets me with his own thrusts, burying himself so deep that my vision blurs.
“Hunter,” I breathe.
The water splashes around us as we both become more desperate. His hand grips my uninjured hip, pulling me down harder, and I let him set the pace because he knows exactly what I need.
“More. Ride me, city girl.”
So I do. I sink down and up, hard. Over and over. Until the pressure builds to something almost unbearable. His fingers dig into my ass, pushing me even deeper onto him.
I cry out as his mouth finds mine. His fingers tighten around my throat.
“You gonna come hard for me, baby?” he mutters against my lips.
“So hard. Please.”
His hand on my ass slips between my cheeks, and his finger presses gently against my back entrance. My blood hammers in my ears. A shriek of pleasure rips out of me. He’s just teasing there, barely touching, but it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I come so hard my whole body locks around him. I almost see stars as he holds me tight, chasing his own release. He fills me up with my name on his lips, breathless, wrecked, his forehead falling against my shoulder.
We stay there. Tangled together in the warm water, trying to remember how to breathe. I rest my head on his tattooed chest and listen to his heartbeat slow. And then he presses a kiss to the side of my head. And I feel him. Still inside me. Still hard.
My eyes go wide. “Hunter…” I say carefully, sitting upright.
“Yes, firefly?” he says lazily, stroking my hair from my face.
“We didn’t use a condom.”
He bites his lip. “No. We didn’t.” It comes out calm. A hell of a lot calmer than I feel.
“Aren’t you scared? What if I get pregnant?”
His hand slides to my stomach, and it rests there, making me suck in a breath. “You think that would scare me away?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. It scares me.”
“Do you want kids one day?” he asks it quieter this time. Like the question means more to him than he’s letting on.
I open my mouth, but no words come out. “I—uh. I think so?”
He runs his finger along my bottom lip. “I can’t make your mind up for you. I can’t tell you what to do. Just know, if you ever end up pregnant with my kid, I’ll do everything I can to give you the perfect life. Everything in my power, Lola.”
He’s a good dad. I can already see that. The way Wyatt looks at him. The way the whole house orbits around that little boy.
“So long as I ain’t rotting in a jail cell,” he adds, and my heart sinks.
For him. For me. For whatever this is becoming between us.
Because that’s our reality. This might be a fairytale that ends with a devastating final chapter.
“You won’t,” I tell him.
He sighs. And then kisses me again, like he’s running out of time and needs to memorize the taste of me.
“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen, Lola. But we can be more careful, if you want?”
I lean back, running my red nails along his jaw. “I’ll just make sure I pick up my birth control tomorrow, okay?”