as he drove me up, up, up.
"No!" I cried when his lips left me, his fingers pulled out of me.
"Want to feel you come around my cock," he told me, moving up to reach into his nightstand, grabbing a box of condoms I'd found on my first night in this room.
Finished with the protection, Huck grabbed my legs, yanking them straight up in the air, resting them against his shoulder as he slammed deep inside me.
"Fuck," he hissed as his cock settled deep, a sound that was nearly drowned out by my moan.
Gone was any concern about the other men in the house, who might be hearing us right in that moment.
I was too lost in it, in him, to care.
Huck's arms wrapped around my thighs as he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
I expected no different from a man like him.
His hands grabbed my knees, pushing them into my chest, giving me a glorious view of his strong body as he continued to fuck me.
The tight jaw, the intense eyes, his strong chest, his abdominal muscles that contracted with each thrust.
"Huck... harder," I demanded, feeling that catalyst hanging there, just out of reach.
On a growl, his body shifted down, balancing on his arms, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his hands hooked under my shoulders, holding me in place as he fucked me harder still, each thrust making the headboard knock against the wall.
I raked my nails down his back as I wrapped my legs around him, rocking up as he thrust, feeling the tightening inside, knowing how close I was.
"Come, Harmon," Huck demanded, voice rough, tight. "Come," he demanded again, slamming inside me so deep there was a pinch, a pain that somehow gave me that edge I needed, sending me over the cliff, making the orgasm crash through me. "Fuck," Huck hissed as I spasmed around him, driving him toward that edge. "Fuck, Harm—" he growled, forehead resting in the crook of my neck as he buried deep, body tensing as he came.
We stayed like that for a long couple of moments as we tried to slow our breathing, bring some calm back to the chaos in our bodies.
"What?" I asked when I could feel Huck's body vibrating, a chuckle moving through his chest.
"You were worried about the guys knowing what was going on," he said.
"Yeah..." I agreed, brows furrowing.
"Babe," he started, pushing up to smirk down at me, "I think the entire goddamn town knows I fucked you tonight," he informed me, smile pure male pride. And, damn him, he'd earned it, so I couldn't even be mad about it.
"Hey, now, everyone knows I was fucked, no one knows who did it."
"No? he asked, sitting back, sliding out of me. "Because that was my name you screamed when you came," he said, hopping off the bed, grabbing my knee, half-flipping me onto my belly, so that he could land a loud, hard slap to my ass before walking off to the bathroom, pure swagger in his step.
I should have been worrying about the guys, about facing them in the morning after they'd heard me getting fucked by their president, but I couldn't seem to hold onto any of those kinds of thoughts as I rolled onto my back, sliding up on the bed.
That was when I saw it.
A strange light out of the corner of my eye.
A green light, to be exact.
My head whipped over toward the side of the room where my computer was set up, not seeing anything.
I tried to tell myself I was seeing things, that maybe a reflection had come through the window or something, even though it seemed unlikely.
But I couldn't shake the strange uneasiness in my stomach as I shot off the bed, rushing over to my computer, shaking the mouse to wake it up.
Nothing seemed off, though. Everything was just as I had left it.
"What's the matter?" Huck asked, making me jump.
"What? Oh, nothing," I said, putting the screen to sleep, then reaching up to slide the camera guard over the lens before turning back to Huck.
"Thought you were about to play your game." His smile was lazy as his gaze moved over my naked body. "Your version of having a cigarette," he added, moving over to the bed, pulling back the covers to climb in, patting the side next to me.
"I usually play to relax," I told him, walking back to the bed, slipping under the covers. He reached out, yanking me to his side, his palm resting