Chapter 24

Hunter

Why did you just stop? Why the fuck did you just stop?

I didn’t realize it was Kelly until I pulled up slowly beside her car, but man, there she was looking just as fucking sexy and pure as that morning at the diner. Her hair was tied back and she was out of her waitress’s uniform and into a tight blue tank top and shorts that barely covered her up. Sitting above her in the truck, I could see just how well everything clung to her body. Her tits pushed together under her shirt, her smooth legs pressed closed like she was trying to convince herself she didn’t want me between them. There wasn’t much left to the imagination and I was fucking losing my mind. The booze usually got me fired up, but this was something else.

I wanted her again.

I fucking needed her again. Just like earlier, but it was worse now. This time I knew what her pussy tasted and felt like. I knew how beautiful she looked when she came on my rock hard cock. I could feel myself rising at the memory of fucking her and I started to white knuckle the steering wheel of the truck.

Jesus Christ.

Kelly just stared straight ahead.

“Hey. Sweetheart. You all right?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. You can go.”

She kept looking dead in front of her, barely acknowledging I was there.

“Yeah? Fine, hey? That why you’re sitting here so late, all alone, in a car that’s not fucking moving?”

She leaned her head back against the driver’s seat of her car and shut her eyes, not saying a goddamn word. She was breathing heavy and I couldn’t help but watch her perfect breasts moving up and down. My cock kept growing and moving down my pant leg.

“So you’re just going to sit there? I’ve got a tow truck and you’ve got a busted car and you’re just going to sit there and not say a goddamn word?”

She just sat in the seat with her eyes closed, doing her best to pretend I wasn’t there.

Fucking open your eyes, darling. I’m not going anywhere. No matter how much I fucking want to, I’m going to sit right here until you show me those eyes.

“Kelly, fuck. I’m just trying to,” I started but never finished the sentence.

“Trying to what?” she shouted.

Up to then, I had barely heard her speak, let alone shout. Except for when I filled her tight pussy with my cock, that is. Then I heard those lungs open up.

“The diner, this afternoon, right now, just what are you trying to do, Hunter?”

She stared up at me and I could see tears were welling up in her gorgeous green eyes. She was pissed, but the type of pissed that wanted me to open up that door, spread her legs, and make her scream again.

Be careful what you wish for, darling.

“You dropped your keys today. After we,” she stopped and sighed. “You dropped your keys at my place.”

She threw my car keys through the window of the truck and they fell between the two front seats. She couldn’t bring herself to meet my stare.

Well. That was a lot fucking easier than breaking and entering. Thanks, sweetheart.

“Yeah, I was going to drop by tomorrow and pick those up. I had a few other things to take care of tonight. Figured you’d be busy too.”

“Ha,” she cried. “Yeah, you wouldn’t want to have to have an actual conversation. Wouldn’t want to have to explain why you,” she started to trail off. “Just go, Hunter. You got what you needed. Now you can just go.”

She could barely choke the words out and that was just fine with me.

That’s exactly fucking right, sweetheart. I don’t want to talk to you. I never fucking did.

I wanted to rip you in two, and I want to do it again, but you’re a fucking headache. You saw who I am. You know what I do. You don’t want this and I don’t fucking need the hassle. Fuck this.

“Yeah, you know what, darling? You’re right. I got what I needed here and I’m fucking gone. Thanks for the keys. Enjoy your night sitting in a busted wreck of a car and give my best to that old bitty running the diner. Would’ve liked a chance to have a beer with her too. You know, apologize for tearing up the joint. Light up her life a bit.”

I was fucking drunk and about to go off. I was either going to break her fucking windshield with my fist or bend her over the hood and make her scream so loud the whole county would wake up.

Get the fuck out of here, Hunter. Get the fuck out of here now.

“Fuck it, Kelly. I’m gone. Next time a couple of punks try to feel you up, I won’t fucking be around. Don’t worry that pretty little head, sweetheart.”

Why was I so fucking mad?

I slammed the truck into drive and peeled off down the street.

God damn it, Hunter. This is why you don’t fuck the good girl. No matter how fucking gorgeous she is. No matter how tight that pussy is. No matter how much you both want it.

I looked in my rear-view mirror as I drove away from her, and saw her head sink between her hands and drop on the steering wheel. Her shoulders were shaking. She was crying.

Yeah, that’s all you will ever get from me, darling. The fuck of your young life and tears. Might as well just accept it.

I got to the end of the block and hit the brakes. I looked back in the mirror again and could see her still just sitting there, head against the wheel, car not moving.

Who gives a fuck, Hunter? Keep going. You’re gone. You’re fucking gone. Hit the gas, asshole.

I punched the gas pedal, but not before I had thrown the truck in reverse. The same feeling that had been eating me the night I left Boston had crept back in. It was the same feeling that made me shoot my co-worker in his smirking face before he wasted that family, and it was the same feeling that brought me back to the diner this morning.

What the fuck is your problem, pal? Goddamn it. God fucking damn it.

Was I losing my mind? Was this what they meant when they talked about guys losing their fucking nerve?

I pulled back up beside her window and hit the brakes hard.

“Kelly, fuck. Listen to me.”

“Leave me alone. Please.” She was crying and shouting, not even lifting her head from the wheel.

Just then Deacon slid his beast up next to my window and hit the horn.

“Hey, dickhead. What the fuck are you doing?”

I rolled down the driver’s side window and yelled down to him.

“Deacon, listen, man. This chick. I know this chick. Her car is all busted and I’m going to give her a tow. Park that machine at my place, put back some of that bottle, and I’ll be there in fucking fifteen minutes.”

“You know her, hey?” Deacon leaned forward in his seat so he could get a look at Kelly in the car.

“Wow,” he said, and let out his signature whistle. “I tell you what, pal. Why don’t you tow her to the shop and then bring her out to the farm with us? The three of us could have a little party tonight, you know? I could go for a little bit of what she has going on.”

My vision went red. Deacon and I had shared our women from time to time, but there was not a fucking chance I was going to let him get his goddamn hands on Kelly. She was different. She was way fucking different. I looked around the truck and grabbed an empty beer bottle, throwing it as hard as I fucking could at Deacon.

“You watch your fucking mouth, you piece of shit. I will fucking end you. Right fucking here.”

Deacon just laughed as the bottle shattered against the outside of his car.

I was seething. I had wanted to beat the shit out of him before, but I wanted to fucking cut his head off right now.

“Ha. Jesus, Hunter. My deepest apologies to you and your girlfriend.”

“You fucking dickhead, get the fuck out of here. I told you I don’t need you around.”

“Yeah. And I told you that you do. Listen, I don’t know who the fuck that is,” Deacon said, motioning to Kelly, “but clearly you’ve got some business other than checking out vacant properties tonight. Text me the fucking address, I’ll check it out, and you can tow her wherever and do whatever. Fucking white knight psychopath of Boston.”

I just glared down at him. I was calming myself down, but my blood was still high.

“Yeah, fuck, do whatever you fucking want, Deacon. Leave, stay, whatever. I don’t give a shit.”

Deacon just chuckled as he started up his car again.

“Text me the address, asshole. Say hey to the missus for me.”

He sped off down the road and I thought about firing a shot through his rear windshield just to straighten him out.

Fuck is wrong with you, Hunter? Not fucking like you to get mad at Deacon over a piece of ass.

Then I remembered. I remembered exactly what was fucking wrong with me. It was the girl sitting in the car next to mine.

The girl who had turned my plans upside down.

The girl I couldn’t resist.

The girl I was about to let fuck up my entire life.