Chapter Nineteen
Lennon
Soft lips trace my jawline, and I pant as he memorizes every inch of my body. At this moment, I need him like I need air, and I beg for him to take me, to f**k me, to make me his, because I am. Always have been. My breathing increases as lips slide down to my n****e, then feather kisses across my swollen stomach. As he hovers above me, I spread my legs apart, wanting him to claim me. He stops for a moment, leans back, then removes his shirt. When I look up to meet his gaze, my eyes widen in shock when I don’t see Brandon.
I see Hunter.
“Hunter?” The sound of my own voice wakes me. I sit up in bed and freak the f**k out when I realize he’s lying next to me. I squeeze my legs together, feeling the need and want take over. My body practically begs for him, and I’m
