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“I’m one of those women who will happily taser you again and then grind your balls under my heel if you don’t check your fucking tone,” I said pleasantly.
“This is Donnie,” I said. “My dog.” “He’s a rat.” “Oh, then you must be related.”
Really, Hunter was the only thorn in my side. A sexy, rough-handed thorn. But a thorn, no less.
Everyone was under the impression that I hated her. Even Emma believed it. But I didn’t hate her. I was fucking obsessed with her.
She rotated through three different perfumes, but the black violet and saffron one was my favorite.
Emma had tased her way straight to my heart. Since that night almost three years ago, she’d become the center of my every waking thought. She was often in my dreams too. I couldn’t fucking escape her.
I also knew the reason why she’d never managed to keep a boyfriend longer than three months. Well, that part was maybe my fault. I’d threatened every single man who dared to date her.
Like macraméing more plant holders for my house.
Vanilla shibari habit
Oh. Fuck. Had I just rubbed on his dick? Oh god. Oh god, oh god, god, that is Hunter Harlow’s dick and oh god, it’s big??? What the fuck— “Let me go.”
“Oh, there you are, baby.” I grabbed Hunter and hauled him close. “Josh. Meet my boyfriend, Hunter.”
Sparks. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as he lifted me out of his way and strolled out the front door.
“Are you going to keep my secrets?” I yelled. “Yes, goddammit.” “Then where the hell are you going?” I called. “To buy a fake ring.”
Sparks. It was the perfect nickname for her. Not only because she’d tased me the first time we’d met, but also because she sparked something inside of me that I’d never felt before.
I blurted out the only thing that would soften his anger. “I love her.”
Like I didn’t want to worship every part of her body and make her scream my fucking name.
You know, spreadsheets and spreading sheets?”
“Love of my life, creature spawned from hell to torture me, woman who literally tased me the first time we met—either come inside and sit on the couch like a good girl, or leave.”
Panic started to freeze me, but then a broad, warm hand settled on my lower back. Hunter’s scent hit me and I inhaled it like oxygen.
“Fuck,” I barked, grabbing onto her before she hit the floor. She laughed as I dragged her back up, cursing under my breath. “I’m always catching you.” “I’m always falling for you.” Oh. Everything stopped for a moment. I swallowed hard and pulled the blankets around us. “Do you get tired of catching me?” “No,” I said. “I never could. Now, get some sleep. We’ll deal with everything else in the morning.”
Hunter slid his hand up my chest and around my neck. Having his palm there, the gentle squeeze to the sides of my neck, the way he controlled my breaths—I realized just how hot I found hand necklaces.
It wasn’t until I reached the end of the street that the first tear finally fell.
Hunterrrr babyyy
“I can’t promise not to be mad, but I can promise I’ll still love you.”
“I don’t hate you,” I whispered angrily. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Ever since you fucking tased me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you night and day. Every waking moment, there you are, haunting me. All your little dates? Wanna know why they didn’t work out? Because I ran them all off. Every single one of them. Every. Single. One.”
We’d said I love you. And she’d pegged me. She’d rearranged my guts and my heart.
Her hands slid down, applying pressure over mine. “You’re not allowed to leave me. You can’t. Promise me.” “I can’t promise that, sparks.”
