Chapter 20

 

Hunter

 

“Want another?” Logan asked, holding the bottle aloft. I shook my head, covering my glass with the palm of my hand.

We were sitting by the counter at a bar near the estate. It’s where Logan took me so I could tell him everything that happened.

“No. Jamie’s there and I don’t want to go home drunk,” I said. He snickered and shook his head at me like he doesn’t recognize me at all.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear the way you’re talking?” Logan asked, tilting his head. “You actually sound like a different person right now.”

“I don’t think I’ve changed a lot,” I protested lightly.

“But you admit that you are changing,” Logan stated, making me shrug. “It’s because of that girl, isn’t it? The girl you brought to my party.”

“I still haven’t known her long, Logan. God knows it’s only been a few weeks since we met. But there’s just something about her that…holds me together. Like she can see through all my fronts and soothe my pain,” I said, getting lost in my thoughts of her.

“Huh. You make me wonder, Brother, if I’ll ever find someone who’ll put a spark in my eyes like that,” Logan mused, and I clapped him on the shoulder.

“If it happened to me, Logan, it’ll happen to you,” I assured him. “Out of all of us, I would say you’re the most decent one Logan. I’ll see you later.”

I took out my wallet and paid for our drinks before leaving.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” Logan murmured.

 

***

 

When I got back home, Jamie was sitting by the counter waiting for me, a cute smile on her face as she swung her legs back and forth. I smirked back and caged her in my arms, feeling something different about her. Her cheeks reddened and she turned her head away.

“What?” I asked, trying to make eye contact with her.

“Nothing. I’m just glad you are home,” she said.

Home. I noticed she’s grown accustomed to calling my place her home now. I realized further in that moment that my place became a home to me was when she started living in it.

“So, I have something to tell you again,” she started, biting her lip nervously.

“Oh, really? What is it?” I asked, giving her my full attention.

“Well, I’ve been calling the people I know from different auction houses since this afternoon, asking them if they have any idea where your grandmother’s portrait is—,”

“You what?” I exclaimed, surprised.

“—and I got a couple of leads I’m going to try to check tomorrow and oh my God, please don’t be mad at me for butting into your personal life,” she said quickly, shutting her eyes tightly like she expected me to yell at her.

“I’m not mad,” I said, in shock from her efforts. She popped one of her eyes open and stared at me.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m surprised,” I admitted. “I’ve never had someone do something important for me without me ordering them to do it.”

She blushed crimson at my explanation.

“Well, I wanted to do it for you. I couldn’t let you do all the work in this relationship,” she said, shrugging. “I mean, I want to help you too.”

This girl was unbelievable.

I stared at her unblinkingly for a while, still unsure if she was being real.

“Um, Hunter? Are you—,”

I cut her off again, using my mouth to cover hers and meshed our tongues together. She tasted like cookie dough again, and she smelled like apples and cinnamon.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and responded to my kiss, pulling my tongue back into my mouth with her own so she could do her own exploration. I dropped my hands to her waist until I was cupping her buttocks, squeezing them before picking her up and putting her against me, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

I anchored her head with my hand while I kept a firm grip on her ass with the other, and then I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. It was perilous to kiss and climb on the stairs, but we managed it beautifully. She reached behind her and managed to turn the knob of my bedroom door until it swung open and we went inside.

I kicked off my shoes while still kissing her, and I pushed her down on the bed, crawling on top of her. We pulled away from each other so I could take my shirt off, and she cradled my head softly with her hands, her eyes half-lidded and hazy.

“You taste like alcohol,” she whispered, licking her lips as she stared at my mouth.

“Do you hate it?” I whispered back, pecking her lips slightly. She shook her head, rubbing her fingers against my bottom lip.

“I think I’m getting drunk from it,” she said. I pulled her top off and slipped my fingers underneath her bra, feeling her soft breasts, and pebbling her nipples with my fingers until she shivered from my touch.

I fiddled with the lock on her bra straps while she kneaded the muscles on my shoulders and chest, her fingers working their magic enough to make me groan. I finally released the clasp and she slipped her bra off her arms, her breasts jiggling as she leaned upward. I cupped them with my hands reverently, admiring them.

“You’re perfect for me,” I whispered, lowering my head to lick at her nipple before blowing on it, the cold making her push up and quiver. I took it in my mouth and warmed it with my breath and tongue while I fondled the other breast, massaging it the way she massaged me.

Her hands wouldn’t stop exploring my body. Her fingers dipped and prodded at my muscles and abs before brazenly tugging my zipper down. She sneaked her hand inside and touched me through my briefs, biting her lip as she tried me out.

“You feel really big,” she said, not knowing her words did wonders for my ego. Her knuckles brushed against my crotch and my breath hitched.

I pushed her back on the bed and tugged her shorts down, making her lift her hips to accommodate me. She was only clad in white cotton panties now, and when she placed the tip of her index finger into her mouth and nipped at her nail, she was a perfect combination of innocence and sexuality, and my dick twitched so hard from my need to corrupt her.

“Oh, baby, you are a vision,” I gasped in awe. I placed both my hands on the sides of her panties and pulled them off slowly, savoring every centimeter of flesh that was revealed before I threw the garment out of the way.

The small tuft of red hair on the apex of her thighs looked inviting, and when I took too long staring at it, Jamie tried to cross her legs and cover herself up. I stopped her from moving, and opened them even wider, making me growl as her pink netherlips revealed themselves to me.

I kneeled between her legs as I began to remove my trousers, and then I sat back so I could kick them off my legs, my briefs following suit until at last, the both of us were naked.

Her eyes were locked onto my stiffening member, and I couldn’t help but tease her a little bit by rubbing it against her. She moved her hand up and down, stroking its length before I leaned over her body and braced myself with both of my elbows.

“I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she said worriedly, biting her lip. My shoulders shook with silent laughter. Did she really have no idea how her words affected a man?

“Are you scared?” I asked, guiding her hand until she was holding my cock at her entrance, her eyes widening. “Don’t be scared of me, baby.”

“I-I’m not,” she said adamantly, and as if to prove it, she squeezed my cock just right before exploring the whole length with slow, agonizing strokes.

Two can play it that way, I thought, and I let my hand travel between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, and circling her navel before brushing against the tuft of hair and making it to home plate.

She arched her back as my fingers pressed against her clit, sending shocks all over her body. We stroked each other while our tongues explored each other’s mouths, taking our time to work ourselves into an appetite for the main event.

I dipped the tips of my fingers inside of her, and her passion exploded; her juices flowing out and coating my finger. I raised my hand towards my mouth and tasted her through my fingers, making her whimper with need.

“Hunter, please…,” she keened, beating my cock faster.

I swatted her hand away from my cock and positioned myself at her entrance once more, locking eyes with her while I brushed the head of my dick against her clit.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her, and she shook her head no. “Then you better brace yourself and hold on tight.”

I pushed myself inside her inch by glorious inch, my forehead starting to sweat, and the veins in my arms protruding as I tried my damnedest to control myself and not shove whole. I waited for her to acclimate with my girth before moving again, until I finally felt the thin membrane of her maidenhood.

I nibbled her lips, begging for entry, and as soon as our tongues danced with each other, I buried myself to the hilt, swallowing her pained cries.

I felt the tears coming down her face, and it made my heart break. “The worst is over, baby, I swear. I’ll make you feel so good from now on. I promise,” I told her.

When her cries subsided, I finally decided to move my hips and piston back inside her. She emitted a small gasp, lifting her ass up so she met me halfway. She moaned and my heart flipped. I did it again, and she responded.

My control broke, and I thrust my cock inside her harder, angling my dick just enough so that the tip brushed against the rough patch of her core and sent shockwaves through her body.

She moaned with every thrust, every pull, and every squeeze her inner muscles did around my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my head back for a kiss, her tongue mimicking the movement down between us.

I was getting close and so was she. I increased my momentum, and she scratched my back in response. I grunted and lowered my head to catch a swinging breast, sucking hard. She mewled and at last I felt her undulate around me, her juices rushing out of her once more, coating my member with her passion.

I fucking lost it.

I came hard inside her, moving my hips still, letting out every last drop of my semen. I didn’t break until her muscles stopped convulsing around me, and then she flopped her arms tiredly to her sides, her chest rising and falling heavily.

I collapsed on top of her, totally spent, but I managed to turn us around so I was on the bottom, her head lying on top of my chest. She tried to get her knees up, but I pushed her back down with my hand, unwilling to separate myself from her just yet. She obliged and snuggled against me instead.

I rubbed her head and kissed her hair softly before telling her the words I’d been too nervous to say.

“I love you.”

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing even, so I didn’t know if she heard me or not, but right then it didn’t matter.

What mattered was that I was finally able to say it.