Rule #38: Distance makes the heart grow fonder—and hornier.
Hunter
I don’t wantto talk. Isabel and I already talked enough. I know weshouldtalk. I know that Drake probably needs to hear me say a lot of things, but talking isn’t really my strong suit. I’d rather show him.
Our kiss lasts longer than I intend it to. The point of the kiss was meant to prove that I’ve made progress. I’m not done…but I am better. And I’m not afraid to show anyone how much I want this man.
Now it seems the kiss is turning into something else entirely. His tongue glides against mine as we taste and explore each other’s mouths. In a way, it almost feels like our first kiss.
We’re both panting by the time we tear our lips apart.
“I made some modifications to room twelve,” he mumbles against my mouth, and I pull back to look into his bright blue eyes.
“You did?”Why didn’t I know about this?I might have been doing most of my work from Maggie’s house these past two months, but surely, I would have known about room changes. Room twelve is basic with an extra-large bed, made mostly for parties of three or four. It’s roomy but basic. Not equipped with anything extra, so I’m curious to know what sort of modifications he could have made.
“Yeah, I told the team not to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
The deep timbre of his voice is so familiar to me, but not having heard it for two months means that now it’s sending shock waves of warmth and excitement through my body. How did I go so long avoiding this attraction? It wasn’t Pandora’s box we opened. It was like breaking a dam. Now that these feelings are flowing, they will never be put back. Never be hidden. Never be ignored again.
“Well, I’d like to see it,” I reply, a slight shake to my voice. It’s hard to hide the emotion from this moment. He should be furious with me, and I expect him to rage at me for leaving, but he’s not. He’s as happy to see me as she was, and to think I was ready to grovel. I want him to make me pay, but it turns out, he just wants me.
“Come on,” he replies, pulling me out of the room. Room twelve is only two rooms down. The light above the door is off, which means it’s not in use, and Drake is faster with his master key than I am.
When he opens the door, I’m anxiously waiting to see what changes he’s made, but as we step in, I try my best to hide my disappointment. My eyes search the room for anything, but I can’t seem to find a single thing that’s different.
The door closes behind us, Isabel at my side. She takes my hand as I turn toward Drake.
“What—" I ask, but my voice is cut off as the room goes dark. In fact, it’s pitch black. I’m struck speechless by the bright green spots scattered throughout the darkness. Two lines lead a pathway around the room. The hard edges of the furniture are all glowing so that the only thing we can see is what was in this room to begin with, but we can’t see each other at all.
My mouth hangs open as Isabel’s fingers wind with mine. The loud music from the main room carries into this one, through speakers installed in the ceiling, to muffle the noises from the other rooms, and it’s so surreal, I can hardly move.
Drake’s hand touches my back and I lean into it.
“We still have plans to do something bigger, like a whole section of the club like this, but for now…I thought you’d appreciate this,” he says.
Flanked on both sides by these two people, I’m hit with a sudden emotion that I didn’t see coming. “I don’t deserve you,” I murmur, and his hands feel their way up to my face, pulling me closer until our mouths meet. Isabel’s fingers slide up my spine until she digs them into my hair.
“Shut the fuck up,” Drake mutters into my mouth. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You always think you need to make yourself better for us, and I get it. We were both born into shitty situations, but that doesn’t make us any less worthy, Hunter. You are not your father, and I’m not my mother.”
Something about hearing those words in the darkness, without seeing his face, makes them hit even harder.
“You can decide right now who you are and what you want,” Isabel whispers from behind me, placing warm kisses along my back, her lips against my shirt.
“I think it’s pretty clear what I want,” Drake replies, and with that, he grinds himself against me, making me feel his rock-hard length through his pants. “And what do you want?” he asks, his voice thick and raspy with need.
“I want this,” I growl, grabbing his cock through his pants. “And this,” I add, snaking an arm around Isabel to pull her between us, moving my mouth to hers. She hums in delight as I stroke her through the fabric of her yoga pants.
My patience has worn thin, and I need themnow.In a rush, I undo the buckle on my pants. “Get naked,” I command as we lose the rest of our clothes in a hazy mess of limbs and lips.
Drake guides us to the bed, the three of us never letting go of each other. When I feel Isabel’s sports bra slide over her head, I find her breasts in the darkness, running my tongue in tight circles around the sensitive bud of her nipple. She clasps onto my head, pulling me closer. I lay her on her back as my mouth continues to explore her body.
As I tug her pants down, I feel Drake’s weight settle behind me. His lips travel down my spine, one vertebra at a time. In the darkness, our senses are heightened and everything feels more intense.
When I have my wife’s naked body in my hands, it’s like everything makes sense again. Quickly, I flip her onto her stomach, pulling her up to her knees as I bury my face in the heat between her legs. She lets out a loud moan of pleasure as I thrust my tongue inside her. Her scent and taste are so familiar to me, I devour her, erasing every moment of our time apart.
“God, I missed this,” I growl into her heat. She hums in response.
Drake is behind me, his hands roaming my back and reaching around to my front, stroking my cock. A part of me tenses with him behind me. Am I ready for this?