Chapter 22

Megan

I lie in bed thinking about the events of tonight. Hunter stays downstairs when we get home to fill everyone in. I come upstairs to call Jill and get ready for bed. Jill says she had planned to come in and open anyway soon as she heard about Hunter’s mom. She agrees to move clients over to Anna Mae and take on whoever won’t go to her.

I love the girls at my shop. Now I’m lying in bed waiting for Hunter’s good night text, wondering if I’ll get one tonight or not with everything going on. I wouldn’t blame him one bit if I didn’t get one tonight; he has a lot on his mind.

I’m starting to drift off when I hear the bathroom door open. I open my eyes to see Hunter standing next to my bed, looking sexy as hell and a little unsure.

I sit up. “Everything okay?” I ask and watch him run his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s just…” He sighs. “Can I hold you, Megan? I need my best friend tonight.”

I don’t even hesitate. I scoot over to the middle of the bed and pat the spot I was just lying in. He climbs into bed and pulls the covers up over us. I turn over and feel him press his chest up to my back. He scoots one arm under my pillow, and his other arm goes around my waist and pulls me as close to him as he can get me.

He buries his face in my hair and just breathes me in for a few minutes.

“Thank You, Megan, for today and for this. I love you.”

I can’t hold it back this time, and I don’t want to.

“I love you too, Hunter. I have a feeling we’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. I don’t think I can live without you in my life.”

I don’t know what to say. So, I just rub his arm and say good night. The last thing I remember… he’s still awake as I drift off to sleep.

The next morning, he isn’t in bed when I wake up. I take a moment to register that I’m disappointed. I miss waking up with him and had hoped to get the chance to this morning. I get ready, head downstairs, and find him sitting at the dining room table with his phone.

“Hey, I was thinking we could take my truck since we’re going to the same place this morning,” he says while I make my coffee.

“I was thinking I’d follow you over. I need to swing by the shop on the way home.”

“I can take you. It’s not a problem.”

“Well, if you don’t mind then riding with you sounds good.”

I sit at the table and eat a quick breakfast before heading to the clinic. Once there, I pull up the appointments.

“Why don’t you work on rescheduling your house calls, and I’ll start on today’s appointments.”

“Okay, I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

Making phone calls, I discover everyone has already heard about Hunter’s mom and is happy to move their appointments around. They ask how she’s doing and if Hunter and Hank need anything. By lunchtime, I have all that day’s appointments rescheduled, about to start on the following day when there’s a knock on the door.

I get up and see Anna Mae outside, so I let her in.

“Everything okay at the shop?”

“Oh, yes. The girls and I figured you wouldn’t get out to eat so I volunteered to bring you two some food. I just told Jo who it was for, she made it, and I have no clue what it is.”

“Thanks, I plan to stop by when we’re done. I’m helping him reschedule appointments right now.”

“Yeah, we heard. Let us know if you need anything, okay?”

“Thanks, girl.” I give her a quick hug and lock the door behind her.

I walk back to Hunter's office as he’s wrapping up a phone call. I hold up the bag from the café.

“The girls at the shop sent lunch.”

“Good, I’m starving.” I spread out the contents of the bag across his desk, and it’s all our favorites.

“I wrapped up all the house calls. Where do you want me to start on the clinic schedule?”

“I got all of today’s appointments rescheduled. Why don’t you work on tomorrow’s, and I’ll move Monday’s around?”

“Perfect.” We talk about some of the weird questions we got while moving appointments and just laugh like old times.

Once we finish eating, we get back to work. I reschedule Monday and Tuesday’s appointments in the time it takes him to do Fridays. I knew everyone would want to talk to him. I figure if they need more time, I can come in on Monday and do some more rescheduling for them.

I wrap up and head into Hunter's office. He’s on the phone, so I stand in the doorway and take him in. He loves this clinic and the clients, so he takes his time and answers their questions, not just on their pets but on his mom and dad. It’s what makes him an amazing vet—he cares.

When he looks up and sees me, he smiles and wraps up the phone call.

“I have one more to reschedule.”

“I got Monday and Tuesday’s done. If you still need more time, I’ll come back Monday and reschedule the rest of the week.”

“Thank you. This has been such a huge help.”

“Of course, Hunter. Now get going on that last appointment.” He dials and starts talking when they pick up.

I walk over to him and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me, and I go to sit on his lap. When I was on his lap last night in the hospital room, I realized just how much I missed this kind of closeness with him and how much I missed him.

He wraps an arm around my waist and continues his phone call without missing a beat. He reschedules, gets off the phone, and wraps his arms around me. He rests his forehead against mine.

“I missed this,” he whispers.

“Me too.”

“I love you, Megan. Please give me another chance to show you how good we can be together. My soul is bound to you, and I’m not me without you.”

I bring a hand up to his face. Knowing I need to open up to him now; I don’t think I can stand another night in an empty bed.

“Breaking up with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I thought I was protecting you and your family. Instead, it did exactly what I was trying to stop from happening. I hate sleeping in an empty bed. I miss being in your arms. I love you, Hunter, and if you’ll give me another chance, I promise to get the full story from now on. It will be you and me against the world, and the next time we fight, I’ll serve you TV dinners instead of walking away.”

“It was never a question if I’d give you a second chance; it’s always been when you were ready to want it,” he whispers then leans in slowly, giving me time to stop or pull away. I close the gap, and my lips land on his.

The kiss is full of need and passion. It’s full of I’m sorry, and I need you. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in closer. I gasp. He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth and deepen the kiss while keeping it achingly slow.

He pulls away and kisses down my neck as his hand comes to my waist and slips under my shirt. He rubs the skin there for just a few passes then slides his hand up my rib cage. He moves slowly but firmly then pushes my bra out of the way and grabs a handful on my breast, and we both groan.

He pinches my hard nipples and then slides over to my other breast, shoving my bra up and out of the way before massaging it. He trails kisses back up my neck and finds my mouth again as he massages my breasts. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

He breaks the kiss, grabs my waist, and lifts me onto his desk.

“I always had a fantasy about taking you here in my office on my desk,” he whispers in my ear before biting my ear lobe.

“Show me,” I say and pull my shirt off, followed by my bra. Hunter groans and his eyes are glued to my chest.

“You’re sealing your fate if you go any further, Megan. You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

“I don’t want to ever get rid of you. I want to feel you so deep, I feel you for days.”

“God, I love you.” He pulls his shirt off.

He places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down until I’m lying on his desk. Then he unbuttons my jeans, slides them and my panties off, and spreads my legs. He runs his hands up the inside of my thighs until he reaches my center. He swipes a finger down my slit.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“It was watching you work before I came in here that did it. You aren’t the only one with fantasy involving this desk.”

He groans and falls to his knees, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. I feel his tongue licking me and then sucking hard on my clit.

“Hunter!” I scream as my hips buck. He puts one hand on my lower belly to hold me in place and brings the other hand up to thrust a finger into me.

I’m already on edge, I know it won't take long. I feel my orgasm crushing me and when he hooks his finger inside me, it crashes into me. My thighs lock around his head, and I scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure crash into me.

“Another,” he growls before he’s right back at it, forcing two more orgasms from me before standing up and pulling down his pants and boxer briefs. He reaches up and cups my breasts, one in each hand then slides his hands slowly down my rib cage to my thighs and pulls them apart.

He leans down and kisses me. “I love you, Megan.”

“I love you too, Hunter,” I moan as I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard. At the same time, he thrusts hard all the way into me, causing me to scream his name and arch my back off the desk.

He lightly bites my nipple before placing his hands on my waist and thrusts into me.

“Harder, Hunter. I won’t break.”

“Fuck.”

He thrusts harder, hitting a spot inside me that sends electric sparks down all the nerves in my body. I feel so full, and everything seems right for the first time in weeks. I’m trying to find something to grip onto when I reach the edge of his desk.

I meet his thrusts and feel his fingers digging into my hips before one hand trails to my clit and rubs it hard.

“Come for me, Megan. I’m so close.”

Still circling my clit, he leans in and bites one of my nipples, and the pain mixed with the pleasure of him inside me causes me to come again. A few more strokes and he follows me right over the edge. He falls forward, and his head lands on my chest, but he doesn’t pull out.

He places a kiss on the center of my chest, right in the valley of my breasts, then reaches for the tissues on his desk to clean himself and me before helping me get dressed again.

“I don’t think I can move now,” I say as I sit in his chair and watch him get dressed. He laughs, the first time I’ve heard him laugh in over a week.

He picks me up. “Come on, let’s check in the shop, then we have to see Mom.”

It’s a short drive down to the shop. When we walk in hand in hand, everyone cheers.

“Everything good with team Megtur?” Jill asks.

“No, it’s team Huntgan,” Anna Mae says.

“Guys, no cutesy names, but yes, everything is good. Thank you for lunch today.” Anna Mae waves her hand at me.

The little old ladies all take turns hugging Hunter and asking how his mom is and if he needs anything. When they find out that’s our next stop, they all want him to say hi to them.

After a quick stop at his parents’ home to pack a bag of their stuff, we’re on our way to see his mom, hand in hand.