Page 52 of Reverie
“Let me get you there, baby. You deserve it because you remembered who you belong to.”
At the words, she goes boneless; her spine and neck release tension and she would have cracked her head on the marble if I hadn’t kept her upright with my arm around her back.
“See, I’ve got you, baby. Let go,” I say. I’m so, so hard that the rough denim of my jeans abrades my cock, even with the protection of my boxers between my skin and the fabric.
But watching her break apart, watching her trust me and let go….
“Come,” I command. “Come for me, baby.”
And she does.
Instead of clenching her body to chase her release, she lets me control her climax. All tension in her body centers on her pulsating cunt around my fingers.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, Winter,” I rasp, and I bite my lip so hard I draw blood to prevent myself from exploding right alongside her.
“Hunter, what are you doing to me?” she mumbles as I allow her to rest back on the counter. With a firm circle to the roof of her pussy, I feel something loosen in my chest when another gentle wave crashes over her.
“Baby, I’m doing what I plan to do for the rest of my life.” I lean down and kiss her right over her navel. “I’m loving you with everything I have.”
“There’s moreyou aren’t telling me, isn’t there?” Winter’s words are low in the darkness, and I pull her closer into my body when she whispers them.
The moonlight makes all the shadows in our bedroom a hazy gray-blue as it blends with the dimmed light of the forgotten television.
Winter craved comfort after she broke in my arms in Misha’s kitchen, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her. There’s no part of me she doesn’t already have.
So when she curled into me and cried as she sat on the hard marble, all her pain and terror and sadness spilling out of her as she wept, I did one of the only things I could do. I carried her to bed and cuddled with her as we watched a movie.
Yes. Hunter Brigham.Cuddling.
Even though we’re both covered from head to toe—Winter in pajamas, me in joggers and a T-shirt—I try not to make a big deal out of it.
The fact that this is the first time we’ve shared a bed in more than two days isn’t lost on me. Before the raid, things were tense. Winter had kicked me out of our room.
I don’t blame her. I can freely admit now that I was an ass to her.
Mean Girlsblended intoLegally Blondebefore she dozed off. Somewhere around the time when Elle Woods went off to Harvard Law, I’d given her another dose of her pain pill. And even though she went to sleep, I stayed awake. Now the television brand logo bounces around the dim screen.
I pull her close as I contemplate her words.
“What else aren’t you telling me, Hunter? You’re troubled, that’s why you’re still awake.”
She’s right. I wanted to fall into a deep sleep alongside her because if I need anything besides Winter alive and whole next to me, I need sleep.
I kiss her forehead in response before sitting up against the headboard.
“Okay, Sunbeam. We’re a team, right?”
She sits up to face me, her back to the TV. “Yes, of course. That’s why I’m so desperate for you to let me in. Let me help, Hunter.” She moves to sit on her folded legs.
“Hunter, do you remember what you vowed to me in our gazebo? We’d made love that morning, and everything was so perfect.”
She sniffs as tears begin to clog her throat. I do remember that moment.
“You promised that we’d both get revenge and that we’d take the people who hurt me down. You promised that we’d do it together. I know you’re planning something. Something withMisha. Because I know you, Hunter Brigham, and I know you won’t let what they did yesterday go without retribution.”
She raises her good hand and places it on my cheek.
“You love me and August too much to let something like that go,” she says, her voice soft.