He dragged his finger back out and pushed it in, back and forth a few times. It was only when he pressed a second finger in with the first that Isobel’s eyes popped open and he really started fucking her again.
“Look at me, Isobel,” he demanded. “Your climax belongs to me.”
She obeyed and he saw the myriad of emotions playing out across her face. Just like the first time they’d made lo—he shook his head, had sex—he felt like he was seeing straight into her, like in these moments she was incapable of hiding a single thing she was feeling from him.
He saw her discomfort when he added a third finger and he saw the moment she decided to accept and roll with it. He saw how she abandoned herself to pleasure and how her little gasps grew shorter and shorter as she approached climax.
And he was right there with her when her eyes widened in surprise as it hit. Her hands fisted in his shirt and she clenched everything. Her ass. Her cunt. Her fingers.
She was fucking milking him.
He reared back and then slammed inside her. Once. Twice. He bared his teeth. Every muscle tensed as his cum shot out of his cock, landing deep inside her.
Fucking marking her.
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nbsp; As his.
Fucking his.
His.
It was all he could think, over and over as they both gasped for breath in the aftermath.
“Izzy? You out here?”
Shit. Now one of those fuckers decided to check up on her? Isobel’s eyes went wide and she started pushing at Hunter’s shoulders. He still had her impaled against the wall.
He pulled out and set her as gently as he could back on her feet. When he tried to help smooth her dress down, she slapped his hands away.
He recoiled. What the hell?
“Izzy?” the male voice called again. “It’s Reece.”
“I’m fine, Reece.” Isobel responded, kicking her underwear under the dumpster and running her fingers through her mussed hair. “Just give me a second.”
Apparently Reece had no seconds to give because he rounded the dumpster right in time to see Hunter zipping up his fly and reaching for his buckle.
Reece’s eyes went wide with surprise and he jerked his head toward Isobel. Her face went immediately red. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had us worried.”
She bit her lip. “I’m fine. I just needed some air.”
“Did this asshole hurt you?” His eyes shot back to Hunter.
“Hey,” Hunter took a step forward but Isobel cut him off.
“I said I’m fine.” She strode toward Reece without a backward glance at Hunter. “Are you guys ready to go?”
What the actual fuck? Hunter’s jaw tensed.
“Isobel.” It was a command to stop as much as a demand for her attention. Her back stiffened but she didn’t turn around.
“Let’s go, Reece.”
“Isobel.” Hunter took another step toward her but Reece stepped in his way.
“You’re gonna want to back up, pal.”