Warning: This chapter contains explicit sex scenes and is intended for those 18+

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HUNT HAULED ME UPSTAIRS, LAYING me down on the queen-sized bed in the loft.

He never broke from our kiss, not as he settled between my thighs, grinding into me as he undid the buttons of my flannel shirt.

My heart pounded in my rib cage as he exposed my midriff and naked chest—his hands burning trails of heat along my curves.

I'd never wanted anyone more. Neither did he, if the way he kissed me said anything. He dragged his teeth against my bottom lip, and I dipped my chin, meeting his tongue's smooth strokes.

Fuck he was an incredible kisser, but I wanted to learn what made him tick. So did he, it would seem.

He rose to look at me, and my nerves tightened like a stripped bolt. I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, lying before him so exposed. It was no secret how many women Hunt had been with, and while I wasn't a virgin, I somehow felt so inexperienced.

My eyes ticked over him, waiting for a response. For him to give me some sort of indication of how he was feeling.

He smiled as if he sensed it and said, "You make me nervous."

Warmth bloomed in the center of my chest. "I doubt that."

"I'm not lying." He smiled. "You've always made me nervous."

The edges of my mouth curved.

He bent, kissing me sweetly this time. "I love you, Nadine."

I blinked, jerking back as far as the pillow would allow.

Did he really just say that?

"I do," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Since I first laid eyes on you, I knew what you'd mean to me. I watched you train. I cheered you on." He paused. "I never meant to hurt you. I brought my invitation home the day you gave it to me and..." he trailed off, throat bobbing.

I rose on my forearms. "It's okay," I said. "You don't need to explain." And he didn't. I could only imagine what Taylor Hunt had to say when innocent little Levi gave him the invite to Nadine Baker's birthday. How he likely tried to explain our friendship.

His gaze was strung with sorrow. Those beautiful grey eyes now iron as swirls of a dark memory consumed.

I kissed him, drawing him back by the collar of his shirt in hopes I might leech that little bit of hurt from his heart and fill it with the love I knew deep down he craved.

I moaned as he ground into me, my fingers tangled in his hair.

I'd heard the way his father spoke to him between races. Even if he won, it was never enough. Hunt was never enough, and I wanted him to know it wasn't true. He was more than enough for me.

"I want you," he groaned, his shoulders so tense I thought they might snap.

"I can tell," I teased, feeling his impressive length through his sweatpants.

He waited for confirmation, nipping my earlobe.

A wave of heat rippled through me, my breath catching as I said, "You're the one who made me wait."

Every nerve sparked as his lips met mine. I reached for his sweats, but he retreated. "I told you I wanted to take my time with you."

I matched his devilish grin. "Then you better get moving because I've waited long enough."

Hunt ventured south—his lips leaving small patches of heat.

He took his time down my neck, along the once-shattered collarbone, to the long milky white scar along my clavicle. "I remember this crash," he murmured, pulling the shirt away from my shoulder. "You scared the shit out of me that day Baker."

My toes curled. "You were there?" I asked, my question a little more than a whisper.

"I was at all your races," he replied, tipping his head before kissing the mangled skin. "Every win." Again. "Every loss." And again. "Every life-threatening crash that had me jumping out of my skin."

My heart blossomed.

"It took everything in me not to run out onto the track that day. Not to call your house or visit the hospital to see how you were."

A wave of sadness hit me, but it quickly ebbed as he lowered, stopping at my exposed chest.

My back arched as he licked my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The heat between my thighs seared. "You're all I ever wanted, Nadine," he said, replacing his mouth with his hand and rolling his thumb over it. "I was just afraid."

"Of what?" I breathed.

"That you'd hurt me."

Fuck, it felt good, and I let him know with every whimpering moan.

I waited with eager anticipation as he descended, burning the groove of my center with the tip of his nose to the top of my pant line.

I wanted Hunt—badly. I lifted my hips as he tugged on my long johns, sliding them down my legs.

My heart pounded in my throat as he smiled, lifting his arms above his head to remove his hoodie.

I pressed my thighs together to alleviate the ache as he peeled the material from his sharply honed skin and took the shirt beneath.

I wanted to taste him, but he never gave me the opportunity.

He spread my legs, forcing them apart and exposing me entirely.

Fiery kisses trailed up my calf, along my knee, inside my thigh and—

I nearly burst at the feel of his mouth. The way his tongue licked the seam and sucked my clit.

I arched—fingers raking through his hair as he yanked me down and slung my legs over his shoulders. I prayed to God, no one heard. The street outside was full of people only an hour ago. Not that I cared. I wanted Hunt to fuck me into oblivion.

No one knew who he was, not the way I did. I saw the kind heart, the humour, and the gentle care he showed me. Hunt wasn't the heartless brat everyone at home thought him to be. He was selfless, generous, smart, and clever enough to have won my heart.

"Fuck Nadine, you taste so sweet."

My heart pounded in my ears as he inserted a finger. Then another.

The buildup of pressure was almost too much.

"Hunt," I whimpered in a feeble attempt at warning him that I was on the brink. "Fuck! Hunt!"

He held me by my thigh, curling his fingertips against that perfect spot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hunt, I—"

My body shook with the bone-shattering release.

Oh God, he was great with his tongue. And he was mine. All mine.

I bunched my hair in my hands, trying to control my frantic breaths as he lapped up what was left of my orgasm.

I felt him grin as I writhed breathlessly.

He rose—the euphoric high lingering. "How was that?" he asked, thumbs sliding into his waistband, close to the vee of muscles I so desperately wanted to run my hands over.

"Worth the wait," I breathed, hoping my answering smile was enough to ensure he knew, but when his sweats fell, and he revealed himself to me—

My mouth went dry. Hunt was a god, honed in steel and wrapped in sun-kissed perfection, but it wasn't his body that gave me pause. It was his... equipment.

I swallowed. I'd seen the male appendage on more than one occasion, but Hunt's—

"You okay, Baker?" he asked, taking a condom from his wallet and opening it with his teeth.

I blinked, realizing I was gawking at his penis. "Y-yes."

He chuckled, sliding the rubber down his length, and I scorned myself as a band of heat seared across my nose.

"If it's any consolation," he started, crawling back towards me, "I feel the same about you."

My smile cracked as his lips gently caressed mine.

I turned him over—guiding him onto his back before sliding on top.

"Fuck," I moaned as I greedily filled myself, adjusting to his full length.

"Slow, Nadine," Hunt breathed, his hands cupping my hips. "Go slow."

I didn't want to go slow. I wanted him. All of him.

My hips rocked—gentle at first, savouring every bit of him before filling myself.

"God," I whimpered, tipping my head. "Hunt."

I rode, not for my pleasure, though it was fucking incredible, but for him. I wanted him to feel everything. To feel me and the love I'd developed after our agreement. Then a thought struck.

I'd always loved Hunt, but maybe I never acted on those feelings because of what they might mean. He may have watched me on the track, but I stole glimpses of him, too, at school, races, and parties he wasn't supposed to be at.

He watched my body roll from the pillow, allowing me to take what I wanted, but I wanted to give. I wanted Hunt to feel everything he'd been deprived of. I wanted him to feel what sex could be like with someone who loved him just as much as he loved them.

He rose as I moaned, sliding fingers in my hair as he kissed me. "Use me," he said.

I slowed. "I don't want to use you," I breathed, cupping his neck. "I want to love you. Please. Let me in."

My speed increased in time with his pants, but he never took his eyes from mine.

He gripped my hip, driving me down. I whimpered through a smile. Sweat rolled down my spine as I drove against him, faster and faster, before uttering the words I never thought I would reveal to Levi Hunt. "I love you, Levi."

Something in his gaze turned feral, and he grabbed my ass, thrusting harder till I was sure his dick was in my ribs, and I couldn't contain myself.

"Scream for me, Nadine. I want to hear you scream my name."

He didn't need to ask me twice. I obliterated—shattering into a million stardust particles as I shouted his name.

He fucked me like I needed to be. Giving me everything I didn't know I wanted.

He flipped me onto my back—my legs still shaking as he erupted. "Fuck Nadine!"

I cried as he came, not from pain and not intentionally, but because of the emotional freedom that burst from the hinges of a locked door I had long since closed.

Levi Hunt had walked back into my life and settled in without a care in the world. We lay there breathless, the tips of my fingers lazily trailing over the lines and muscles of his back. "It's not every day someone renders Levi Hunt speechless," I murmured, the sound almost intrusive after our sacred desecration of the chalet. I was surprised we didn't cause an avalanche.

I felt his smile at my shoulder before he kissed it. "You are not just anyone."

He rose slightly, wiping my tears with his knuckles. "Are you alright?"

I smiled, content to lay beneath him for the rest of my life. "Never better." I adjusted. "Maybe I can get you to beg on your knees next time."

He gazed down softly through half-lidded eyes, grabbing my chin with gentle fingers. "If you want me on my knees, all you have to do is ask."

I curled a wicked grin, my cheeks flushed, before kissing him.

I lulled to sleep in Hunt's arms, all concerns of family and my team melting into the pillow.

I didn't care anymore. It was me and Hunt and no one else.

Somewhere between sleep and my semi-conscious state, I felt Hunt kiss my temple before getting up, but I was too tired to ask where he was going or to inquire about who was calling this late at night.

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*exits awkwardly*