Chapter 95 That's Not My Name

Hunter’s POV

I lay entwined with Jane, our legs tangled, my hand splayed across her belly. I didn’t think anything could worry me, not here, not with her.

“That’s funny,” Jane murmured, toying with my fingers, looking up at me with a tight smile, “he said I should be careful around you, too.”

Damn Leif, I thought. He clearly didn’t trust me any more than his mother did. I just had to hope that Jane trusted me more than either of them. After all, she may not know who I really was, but she did know Colin pretty well now. She knew he – I – had saved her from the auction, from Leif’s whip, from coming here alone.

And, if what we’d just done was any sort of sign, she liked me. She liked me a lot.

I’d known my plan would work, but the reality of it – the feel of Jane clenching around me, of seeing her pretty face flushed as she rode me, of the way she looked with eyes gone heavy-lidded with lust – was something else entirely to the way I’d imagined it.

I’d stopped her from saying my – his