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of yours. Come with me this time.”
    “Hunter!” I cry out as he thrusts into me one last time.
    “Fuck yes,” he groans but I barely register it. I’m trembling, little sparks of bliss still pulsing through me.
    He pulls out slowly then rolls over, pulling me so I’m draped across his chest. His hand lightly caresses my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer. This is unexpected and I don’t know what to make of it. I’d never guess Hunter is a cuddler and I’m not really comfortable with it. I’m more the kick them out of my bed type. Unusual for a woman maybe, but that’s just how I am.
    “You’re thinking too much, Honor. What is it this time?”
    I lift my head from his shoulder.
    “I never figured you for a cuddler,” I say.
    “Never was before,” he grunts.
    I’m not sure what to say to that. He keeps implying he sees me as different from other women. Hell, he keeps calling me his woman. But for how long? I need to move. Get cleaned up and out of this room. I need space to figure us out. He doesn’t argue when I pull out of his arms but I can see he isn't happy about it. Oh well, life's a bitch, ain't it?
    I look around and see my bag in the corner. He must have dropped it there when I was in the shower. I grab it and step into the bathroom, shutting the door. I consider locking it but I’m sure that will just set Hunter off. Instead, I clean up and dig around for clothes. No clean underwear so I guess I’m going commando. I bet he’ll just love that. I find a tank top and skirt that’s a few indecent inches above my knees and walk out barefoot. He’s already left the room so I head back downstairs to the kitchen. Ryder whistles when I enter. Hunter who’s sitting at the counter nursing a beer arches his eyebrows.
    “I hope you don’t go out in public in that get up,” he says.
    I help myself to a beer and lean against the counter in front of him. “I’ve been buying my own clothes for a long time now,” I say calmly, even though my heart is racing at the possessiveness stamped on his face.
    An assessing gleam enters his eyes that makes me nervous. What the hell is he cooking up now? He tips his beer back for another drink. I can’t help but stare as his lips curl around the opening. Damn. Everything about him turns me on.
    “I guess you could wear it to the fight. I’m getting in the cage next time.”
    Holy fuck. I know from Walker and Grace there's a big fight scheduled next weekend. I don’t even protest his trying to dictate my fashion choices. I can’t get the image of him fighting Lake earlier out of my mind. Hot and sweaty. So damned primal. God, it gets me going just remembering. He grins at me.
    “Like that idea, do you?” he drawls, standing and walking around the counter. He gets up close and leans in to speak softly in my ear. “What gets you wet, baby? Watching me fight? Or just any fight?”
    I like watching the fights, yeah, but this reaction? This is all Hunter.
    “Just you,” I whisper, giving him the truth for some insane reason.
    His hand slides up the inside of my thigh and I know I should move away. I’ve never been an exhibitionist and two of his men are in the room. But damn, I want him to touch me again. He’s watching me carefully. Expectantly. Like he’s leaving this decision to me. Fucking hell. He likes it. He gets off being watched. And damn, I think I’m game. I shift closer and he smiles as his hand slides under my skirt. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he thrusts his fingers inside me and my legs wobble.
    “Fuckin’ A, Honor,” my sister says behind me. “When you go bad you go all out, doncha?”
    Heat floods through me and not the good kind. I’m mortified. I press my face against Hunter’s neck and hope to disappear. No such luck. Hunter removes his fingers and wraps me in his arms. I shouldn’t enjoy the protective embrace so much, but I do and I know it won’t last long when I glance up at his face. He has that cold hard