weight leaned heavy on top of Will and his body shook, but his hand didn’t stop. Will dropped his head between his arms and watched. Saw Hunter’s fist pump up and down on him, swallowing his dick in a palm.
One last squeeze of Hunter’s fingers and Will gulped in air. The last of his control slipped away. As he came, his body bucked. His hips shifted and his body emptied. He had no idea how long it all lasted, but he slumped as the energy that had been clamping down on him eased.
There was nothing left now. To keep from falling down, he pressed tighter to the wall. Rested his cheek against the cool stones.
For a few seconds they both stood there, balancing against each other. Holding each other up. Neither of them moved except for the heaving and subtle shifting as their bodies touched in places that were now sensitive to any pressure.
Will’s insides still pulsed. His hands flexed on the wall as he tried to bring his breathing back under control. He didn’t say anything because he couldn’t find the right words to follow up what finally happened between them.
Hunter shifted and Will winced as he pulled their bodies apart. Hot breath no longer brushed against the back of his neck. Skin no longer touched skin.
With the weight gone, Will turned around. Heard the thud as he fell against the wall. It took another minute before his muscles sparked to life again. When they did, he forced his body to move. Kicked his pants off and dragged his briefs up. But that stole all his energy. Giving in to the weakness in his knees, he slid down to sit on the floor.
Hunter stood over him, refastening his pants, completely back in control as if nothing had just happened. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Will brought his knees up with his feet flat against the floor. Rested his arm on his knees and let his satiated body relax.
“That was bound to happen. We’ve been circling each other since long before the explosion.” Hunter’s clinical description sounded cold and matter-of-fact, driving home the fact that the sex had made little impression on him.
Will matched his attitude with one of his own. “No shit.”
“Then what has you staring into space, or is this a post-sex ritual with you?” Hunter grabbed his phone. Glanced at it, then dropped his hand again. “Well?”
Less than five minutes after sex and Hunter’s formidable emotional shield had snapped back into place. The whole thing made Will wonder if he’d only imagined Hunter’s loss of control. Maybe he was the only one who’d lost it. Sure, Hunter had come. On some level he must have enjoyed the sex, though he wore a look that said
whatever
.
Not the most flattering moment.
But Will didn’t plan to share any of that. “Just thinking.”
Hunter exhaled as he crouched down and sat beside Will. “About?”
“Why do you care? Are you in charge of my thoughts, too?”
“That’s what this is about? Your ego is bruised?”
“Maybe you should shut up for two seconds.” Will went from feeling good to pissed in a heartbeat. “My sister is dead. My brother is either dead or, by your theory, trying to kill me. My father’s now gone. The list is pretty fucking long, so maybe give me a minute or two to process.”
“I’m not convinced your family is worth crying over.”
Talk about missing the point. If Hunter wanted to be clear on how little the sex and Will meant, he’d done a hell of a job.
“You don’t get it.” Will thought about Stacia and a vision of her bleeding out on the hard ground flashed through his mind. That’s how the body had been described to him. That’s the image he couldn’t shake off.
“Explain it to me.”
“She was my sister.” Complex, flawed, dangerous. But years ago she and Peter had made sure he got out. They forced their father to send him away. Being shipped to boarding school sucked, but it gave him space to grow up outside of his father’s reach. To survive.
“I get that.” Hunter shrugged. “So?”
But
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