Sweetest Salvation (11 page)

“You’ve done it a time or
two,” he said gruffly.

“
Mmm
, nice.”
She eased her fingers into
the waistband and pushed the jeans down his hips. His cock bobbed in front of
her, stiff and swollen. Once his pants were at his knees, Andy cupped his fine
ass in her palms. Hunter groaned.

She smirked up at him,
then
lightly blew against his flesh. His hands lifted and
pulled her hair back as her breath washed over his cock. Inch by inch, she
moved closer to him, squeezing his ass cheeks while she blew again and watched
his cock jerk.

She pulled back. “What else
have I done in your dreams?” she murmured, grinning.

“Andy,” he moaned and tried
to step away.

“Stay,” she demanded and held
him in place. Her fingers clenched his ass. “Did I do this?”

Before he could object or try
to move again, Andy lowered her head and licked the head of his dick. His hands
fisted her hair and he blew out a ragged breath.

Fueled and feeling wicked,
Andy ran her tongue up and down his length, hands cradling his ass.
 
She’d never hesitated when it came to sex,
but with Hunter, she felt even more bold and daring.

She fisted his shaft,
then
pushed her mouth over his entire length. She suckled
him a moment, then pushed down onto him farther. Hunter huffed as she took him
deep until his cock touched the back of her throat.

Andy inhaled, then pulled
back, and repeated the movements a dozen more times. Her mouth worked over him.
His guttural groans filled her with pleasure.

He pushed the sweater off her
shoulders as she took him deep once more. Fists clenched, he jerked back. His
cock popped out of her mouth and her hands fell away from him.

“Hey.” Her protest was cut
off as Hunter tossed the sweater over his shoulder as his lips met hers. His
tongue violated her mouth.

She moaned and started to
fall back onto the bed, but his hands grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged
it over her head, then let her fall.

Hunter’s chest heaved as he
looked down at her. She shifted,
then
leaned back on
her elbows so he could see all of her.

Sliding her hands behind her
back, she undid the clasp of her bra. She left it there over her breasts,
teasing him a little.

Hunter lowered his body over
her, his lips on hers again. Softer this time, he caressed hers with an
open-mouthed kiss. Her strength gave out and she fell back. Her arms wrapped
around his shoulders and returned his kiss with vigor. He was an amazing kisser.

She shivered as his fingers
feathered along her sides and up to her breasts. He removed her yellow bra and
withdrew his mouth from hers. Andy breathed in deep as he lifted himself up,
his arm muscles bulging as he looked down at her.

“You are beautiful, Andy,” he
murmured, gaze serious. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

She reached up, ran her hands
over his glorious chest. “I don’t want you to fuck me, Hunter.”

His body jerked as if
punched, and his smile faded.

Unwavering, she whispered, “I
want you to make love to me.” Her palms slid over his shoulders and down his
chest as she smiled up at him. He grinned.

She reached down to the
button of her pants and undid them. Hunter stepped back, grabbed the top of her
khakis and pulled them down her hips.

Naked, she lay still, arms
over her head, and let him look his fill. He stood between her spread legs, the
fire and hunger in his eyes warming her as they roamed over her body.

Andy’s breath caught. He made
her feel so cherished and beautiful. And her pussy tingled as he stroked
himself before her. He was gorgeous, head to toe.

And all
hers.

Palms flat on the bed, she
shoved her body backward, sliding along the comforter until she reached the
middle. She pushed the pillows off the bed, and raised her arms toward him.

He crawled up the bed without
hesitation. She spread her legs for him, her arms wrapped around his back as he
covered her. Their lips met, gently brushing against each other as he found his
spot between her thighs. His dick nudged her opening. She clutched him closer.

Hunter held her head as his
tongue dived into her mouth, dueling with hers. Her hands slid down his back to
his ass. She widened her legs and pressed his hips tighter into hers. He lifted
his head and gazed down at her.

“Andy, sweetheart,” he
whispered as his cock nudged inside her. Her hips came off the bed as his
arched.

A thrill swept through her as
his hard, straight cock, entered her with no restriction. His hips dropped and
seated his shaft inside her. Andy gasped, surprised at the ease and unexpected
rush of him being inside her.

Hunter closed his eyes and
groaned.
Neither moved.
Their breathing was the only
sound in the room. His lids lifted and he looked down at her.

He slid his fingers from her
hair and down her cheek. His eyes were soft, loving and heated. Tears filled
her own.

“Sweetheart…” Hunter began.

Andy smiled, and tried
desperately not to move her hips. She loved the feel of him seated inside her.
She could lie like this forever.

“It’s okay, it’s just…”
Emotions overwhelmed her. She had no idea how to put what she felt it into
words.

Hunter brushed his lips
against hers,
then
pulled back.

Andy huffed, surprised. His
hips moved again, pushing even deeper inside her. She panted, and the rush of
pleasure swept through her as he filled her over and over again.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,”
Hunter whispered above her. “Being inside you like this is a dream come true.
Christ,” He swore and angled his hips. Hers arched higher as his cock hit
deeper.

“Hunter,” she gushed, feeling
as if there was no air for her to breathe. She let herself go and just lived in
the moment. This man, this amazing friend-turned-lover, was all she could ever
want inside her.

Making love with him was more
than she could ever imagine. She felt alive in his arms.

“I’m going to love you every
day for as long as you’ll let me.” Hunter’s gaze bore into her, determined and
full of promise.

Andy lifted her legs and
wrapped them tight around his waist. He moaned his approval and plunged deep.

Their lips met. Every gasp
and moan shared.

Andy hadn’t felt this free in
so long. She was learning to live again, letting herself heal. There would be
no more longing for pain to drown out her guilt.
Only Hunter
taking care of her, loving her.

Andy wrenched her mouth from
his and shouted as her orgasm took over. Swept away in the tide, she trembled
and clung to him.

She heard Hunter’s harsh shout
from a distance. Her ears rang and her heart beat rapidly. Tears fell down
Andy’s cheeks as happiness bloomed inside her. As her mind settled and body
relaxed, her hold tightened on the man above her.

“You’re everything I could
want,” she whispered.

He buried his face in her
neck and sighed. She felt the smile spread across his face against her skin.

Yes, she knew he loved her,
and she was already well on her way to being deeply in love with him.

But Andy withheld the words.
Her hands roamed his back and pinched his ass. He drew back and looked down at
her, the biggest smile on his face she’d ever seen. Still, the words wouldn’t
come.

Those words had only been
said to one man in her life.

She wasn’t quite ready to say
it to a second.

****

Hunter stood in the doorway
of his bedroom, glass of water in his hand, and frowned. Andy had been curled
up, cuddled in his bedding when he’d left her.

Making love with her, finally
admitting how much he cared about her…his life would never be the same. She
still needed time, though. And adjust to the idea of making changes in her
life. He’d give her the time to get used to things, but he’d be right alongside
her the whole way.

Smiling, he turned and headed
toward his den. He hadn’t passed her in the living room on his way back from
the kitchen and the bathroom door was open. There was only one other room she
could be.

His smiled died when he stood
in the doorway and noticed the tears on her pale face.

Standing by his desk, her
gaze was fixated on the mantle over his fireplace.

His “family” pictures sitting
on top were probably a surprise to her. Andy had only been to his condo a few
times, either to pick up Peter when Hunter babysat after a date-night with
Patrick, or to drop something off. She’d never once been in his den.

The pictures ranged in size:
the largest was an eleven by fourteen of Peter on his fourth birthday.
Chocolate cake covered both his cheeks and his hands had
mushed
even more between his fingers. Peter loved chocolate cake, and Andy had always
made him his very own small, one-layer cake that he would have all to
himself.
 
The picture was one of Hunter’s
favorites.

Framed eight by tens and five
by sevens held so many memories, and those he loved embraced him whenever he
walked into his office.

He took a step toward her,
but she held up her hand to stop him,
then
wiped the
tears from her cheeks. Her gaze swung toward him, and he swallowed hard.

He understood seeing the
pictures had to be hard for her, especially since her home was void of memories
like this. But he would not deal with the pain as she had. He wanted the
physical memories around him, to feel the love he had for the people most
important to him. This way, he couldn’t hide from the pain.

He held his hand out, but she
turned away and walked to the mantle.

She lifted the large photo of
Peter and ran a finger down the glass, as if touching her little boy’s cheek.

“I could have beaten you with
the toy gun you got him that day.” Andy’s voice was so soft he could barely
hear her so he shifted closer.
 
“He
pulled that trigger at every opportunity. It made so much noise.”

Hunter smiled and laid an
elbow on the end of the stone. “Every boy needs to have a toy plastic gun,” he
joked.

Andy’s brow arched. “Couldn’t
find one that was silent, though, could you?”

“Nah, of
course not.
The noisier, the better.”

She pulled the frame to her
chest and hugged it tight. “He had so much fun that day. The older he got, the
more he loved his birthday.” She looked down at the picture again, then back at
Hunter.
 
“I love this picture.”

“Maybe you should consider
getting some of your photos out again,” Hunter offered casually. “Remember that
one of him and Patrick, the first time we all took him to the beach? That was a
priceless one. I still remember Peter’s face when Patrick had dipped his feet
into the water.” Hunter shook his head and smiled. “I’d never seen anyone with
such a red face of fear and tears falling down his cheeks.”

Andy laughed softly. “Yes.
Remember Patrick’s reaction?” She placed the frame gently back on the shelf.
“You’d think he’d just stabbed his son with a pin. He was so upset that he’d
scared Peter.”

Hunter loved hearing her carefree
laugh again. He hadn’t heard it in so long.

“You know, you might be
right.” Andy picked up the smaller picture of Hunter, Patrick, Jeanine and
Tony.

“I’m always right.” Hunter
grinned. “Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

Andy swatted his arm. “I’m serious.
Maybe I should get some of those pictures out again.”

Hunter’s heart swelled with
love and surprise. Maybe the time away had given her some freedom, and not
being in the house alone may have helped.

He walked to the old sofa
against the wall and sat on one end. The faded brown couch had followed him
from his first apartment over the bar
where
he worked, then to college and now to the first home he’d bought. Patrick would
tease him about the “hunk of junk” as he’d called it, about it being the only ugly
thing Hunter owned.

But he could never get rid of
it. It had survived a lot with him.

He watched as Andy continued
to pick up and gaze at each photo. Her long, brown tresses obscured most of her
face from sight, but he saw her wheels turning. With each small hitch of her
breath or smile, he knew she was reliving memories.

A photo in hand, Andy turned
and approached him. She sat beside him, close enough to touch but not crowding
him. She turned the frame around for him to see.
 
“I like this one a lot.” She smiled.

The photo of her holding
Peter, with him and Patrick on each side of her looking down at the baby, was
one of his favorites, too.