Page 90 of Only the Hunter

“Look at me.”

And I do.

Directly.

The orgasm rips through me, muscles clenching around him, and with a few more hard, erratic thrusts he follows with a choked groan, hips stuttering as he comes.

He collapses over me, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.

“Fuck you feel good,” he breathes against my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.

Disbelief hits first—that this happened.

That a naked Gabe is over me—still inside me.

He shifts, rolling to the side, the movement causing him to pull out of me.

But his tongue probes and I let him in, meeting him with a kiss that confirms there’s no regret.

When he returns after disposing of the condom, I’ve climbed under the comforter, but I hold it up for him to join me. He does so without hesitation, pulling me against him.

“You okay?” he asks before pressing his lips to my temple.

“More than okay.”

He kisses my forehead. “Good.”

“Maybe a little shocked.”

“Good shock?”

I grin. “Yes. Good.” I trace the scar on his shoulder. “What’s this from?”

“Deployment. Long story.”

“One on your side too?”

“Yep.”

“Tell me sometime?”

“Yeah,” he promises. “Sometime.”

We lie there in the fading light, his hand stroking my back, my head on his chest.

The room settles around us—the soft tick of the radiator, the faint sound of water somewhere in the walls. Gabe’s arm is heavy across my waist, anchoring me, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against my skin like he’s grounding himself as much as me.

I should feel lighter.

For a few minutes, I do. Weightless, almost. The kind of quiet I haven’t let myself have in longer than I can remember.

Scott’s going to have opinions. I decide, with my head on Gabe’s chest, that I don’t care.

Then, without my permission, my mind starts working again.

I tilt my head, listening—for anything out of place. Footsteps in the hall. A voice outside the door. The echo of that café, the men who appeared from out of thin air. Of all the crimes, the basest, most evil is human trafficking. And if they’re tracking me, then I’m close.