A Little Bit of Sugar

Chapter 13: Friday - Molly/ Hunter

Friday Morning 8:00 AM - Molly

I woke up to an arm around my waist, and hot breath on my neck. Fighting the instinct to kick whoever was in my bed, I realized I wasn't in my bed. I wasn't in my room either nor was I inside my apartment.

I was inside Hunter's and he was still sleeping, drawing me closer to his gloriously naked body, feeling his muscles tighten around me. Last night really happened, my body melted into his arms. The anxious feeling of waking up in a strange place eased out of my system as I realized I didn't feel worried but safe that I had done it with him. I trusted him, I realized slowly, readjusting myself under the sheets so I can see him sleep. Even while sleeping, his brows furrowed and his mouth hardened. Slowly, I reached out, watching my every move so that I wouldn't wake him, and touched his cheek. When I didn't disturb the lion, I grew bolder, cupping his face, and stroking him with the pad of my thumb.

I was in awe by his face softening. He leaned in towards my touch, breathing steadily now. Shifting in bed, I tried to turn my body more but his arm wrapped around my core tightened.

"Baby, if you don't stop grinding your ass on my dick, I'm going to make more of a mess on these sheets." Hunter through clenched teeth. My eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard that he was awake, and shy at his words. The sheets must have been stained badly from our love making last night. I can just imagine the horror when he sees it in daylight when I leave. "It's fine, babe. Don't worry about it." Hunter kissed me on the forehead, reading my mind, and washing away all my worries.

Turning fully around, I snuggled into his chest, sighing.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, a beat later.

I adjusted my legs, feeling a dull pain.

"A bit." I answered truthfully. "I can always go for round two though." I looked up eagerly, remembering how good it was last night. All raw and sweet at the same time.

His body shook from his chuckling, sending the vibrations spread throughout my body.

"As much as I want to, I don't want to hurt you again." Hunter grinned, brushing my nose with his, giving me a sweet Eskimo kiss.

I pouted, unhappy with his suggestion but also finding it irresistibly sweet that he cared enough to give me a chance to recover. "I'm fine...really." I urged, knowing fully well Hunter Smith would not budge after he made his mind up. Disappointed, I drew ran my hand along the dark inked lines on his chest, forming a picture of a boat in what appeared to be stormy seas.

"We're late for work." I realized, seeing the clock on his bedside table, already pushing the sheets away to get out of bed, he swooped me back in his arms, and nuzzled the crook of my neck.

"It's a day off for us." He stated.

"People will be mad." I reasoned, not liking that there will be a lot of angry customers once they find out their favourite coffee joint was closed.

"People can fuck off." Hunter growled, trailing kisses down my back.

That was the Hunter I knew. He gave no damns about what other people thought or did. If he wanted to do something, he wouldn't ask for permission.

"You're thinking." Hunter stated, brushing a lock of my hair back.

"I was just realizing that I barely knew you and I already slept with you." I replied, letting each word sink in for myself and for him. He stilled under my touch, eyes fixated on me, waiting for my next move.

"Do you regret it?" He asked quietly, fear swirling in the deep greens in his eyes.

"No." I answered sharply, shaking my head. "I don't. I just wish...I knew you more."