than that. Ninety-nine percent. I could ask him outright what he’s planning to do, but that’ll give him too much pleasure. “Eleven.”
Once everyone’s gone, Hunter firmly declines Dixie’s offer to help him tidy up. “I’ll deal with this in the morning,” he says. “I have better things to do tonight.”
“You do?” Her voice is falsely cheerful. “Things like what?”
I don’t want to do casual any longer. I want to be with you. For real. The words are right there, on the tip of my tongue.
But I don’t blurt them out, because she’s not ready to hear them. Not tonight. Her shoulders are tense, her body is stiff, and she’s clearly on edge.
I exchange a glance with Hunter. He sees it too; his jaw tightens.
The last time I tried to be in a serious relationship, it had ended disastrously. I really don’t want this to go the same way.
I don’t know if it’s the overnight stay that’s got her skittish or if it’s Fiona finding her here. I don’t know what it is, but I have a bad feeling that if I open my mouth and tell her how I feel, I’ll lose her.
Hunter seems to reach the same conclusion. “Have you come prepared with a fantasy, Dixie?” he murmurs. “What’s left on your list?”
She swallows. “Umm…”
“Anal sex.” My voice comes out harsher than I intend. It strikes me that once upon a time, at the very beginning of this thing, I’d tried to scare her away by asking her if she was interested in anal.
I hadn’t known her then. I’d thought she was a prude and a judgmental one at that, and attractive as she was, I wanted nothing to do with her.
That was before. I hadn’t realized then that she’d been hurt, and she’d had to build armor to protect herself. Now I know. This time, I’m not trying to chase her away. This time, though I’m doing a piss-poor job of it, I’m trying desperately to get her to stay.
Her lips curl up into a sly smile. “Are you trying to scare me, Eric? What if I told you I wanted it?” Her voice lowers to a breathy whisper that has my cock rock hard and aching for her. “What if I told you I wanted both of you inside me tonight?”
Hunter gets to his feet abruptly. “Bedroom,” he says, his voice strained. “Now.”
And so we do it, and it’s great. She’s hot and tight and wet, and when the head of my cock penetrates her tight ring, she gasps, and her eyes go very wide.
“Slower?” I ask through gritted teeth. Fuck me, this is good, and I’m struggling not to blow my load. “Too much? Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.” Her fingernails dig into the mattress. “This is… oh wow. I didn’t think it would be…” She whimpers as Hunter’s thumb grazes over her clit. “Oh yes, please.” There’s a raw edge to her voice. “This is so intense. I didn’t realize… this is not what I thought this would feel like…”
She’s babbling. I love that she’s at a complete loss for words. I love that she can’t form a coherent thought. I can’t either. She scrambles my mind. I’ve had good sex with a lot of women, but great sex? Great sex involves feelings. It’s amazing with Dixie because I’m crazy about her.
And then we’re both in her, and she falls apart, and I do my best to hold on, but I’m not far behind, and neither is Hunter.
I come so hard that it takes several long minutes before I can trust myself to walk. I get off the bed with unsteady feet, make my way to the washroom to dispose of the condom, and splash some water on my face. Tell her now. Tell her how you feel about her.
Dixie’s still slumped on the bed when I get back. “I can’t move,” she groans. “I may never move again.”
“Keep talking,” Hunter tells her with a lazy grin. “You’re doing great things for my ego.” He yawns as he sits up. “I want to do this again and more, but I’m wiped.”
He’s not the only one. I’ve had a couple of drinks, and I’ve been working long hours. I’m exhausted. I collapse back on the bed, wrapping my arm around Dixie and tugging her closer. I’m about to blurt out that I’m crazy about her when Hunter returns from the washroom. “This is a queen-sized mattress,” he says with a wry smile. “It’s