Chapter Twelve

 

 

Hunter

 

I fuck her from behind, slamming my cock into her swollen pussy. Gutteral moans escape her throat as she breaks around my cock, almost at the same moment I spend myself inside of her.

I thrust forward one last time and stay there, buried at the hilt as I shoot my seed into the deepest depths of her hot and wanton pussy.

“Fuck,” I cry out as I grip her hips tighter, my cock continuing to spasm through the stages of orgasm. When I finally pull free from her, I immediately collapse onto my back while she drops to her stomach. “Fucking amazing.”

“Yeah,” she pants. “Three orgasms in an hour? You’re definitely fucking amazing.”

I grin. “I told you, this is all for you.”

“Yeah?” She rolls her eyes. “Something tells me you’re obtaining equal amounts of pleasure here.”

“Do you think your co-workers heard us? That’d be kind of hot.”

“Do you notice how loud the music is down there?” She shakes her head. “I don’t think they heard us, thank God.”

I turn onto my side to face her. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Seriously?” She turns onto her own side, offering me a beautiful look at the entirety of her naked body. Swollen breasts. Perfect cunt.

“Relax.” I continue to caress her bare stomach, but somewhere inside, I seem to be craving more. Almost like I want to wrap my damn arms around her and snuggle her tight, but can’t bring myself to do it. “I’m Hunter Kiss. No girl would ever be ashamed of me.”

“Elevator-girl Amy might have something different to say.”

I feel a twinge of something in my gut. I’m not sure what it is. I just know I don’t like the fact she said Amy’s name. That she’s thinking of her. That she’s probably thinking of Amy and me together. “Why’d you bring her up now?”

“I…I mean…” She shakes her head and can’t quite look me in the eyes. “It’s no big deal. I’m just trying to remember how things are even as we’re having a little fun.”

I stare at her for a moment, suddenly feeling like a wall had come between us and not liking it. “Well,” I prop myself up on my elbow and pull my hand away from her. “I’ve had more than a little fun today.”

“Me too.”

For a while we just lie on the bed in awkward silence and I fight the urge to cuddle her or make my way into her kitchen and whip her up something to eat. I’ve never wanted to do either with a woman. I really want to with her. So much so that I know I need to get out of there.

I push myself to a sitting position first. “I should go. I have a lot of work I need to do.”

“With Chad?”

“No. Not him.” I shake my head. “Someone else I’ve got my eye on,” I say lamely.

“Right.” She nods, purses her lips. She obviously doesn’t believe me. “Good luck, I suppose.”

“Thank you.” I climb into my underwear first, and then my slacks. I catch her staring at me as I bend to snap up my tee and button-up. “I had a good time,” I say, hesitating. I’m torn. I don’t want to leave, but in a way I don’t feel like I have a choice.

It’s fight or flight and I’m ready to run. Because there’s nothing to fight for here, right?

She doesn’t seem to care whether I leave or not. At least, not that she’d ever admit.

God, we’re a pair.

“I had a good time too,” she says casually and kicks her feet off the edge of the bed so her back is facing me.

I pull my tee over my head, and then button up my shirt with haste. By the time I’ve done, she’s back in her panties and blouse. I scan the room looking for my jacket and remember it’s in the other room.

But before I can go fetch it, she’s already walking back into the bedroom with it draped over one arm. She passes it to me with a gentle smile then crosses her arms and sinks down onto the mattress as I pull it over my broad shoulders.

Once I’m fully dressed, I pat myself down to make sure I have my keys, wallet and phone. When I’m good and set, I step over to the bed, my tall frame hovering above her. I lean down and give her a peck against the top of her forehead. It’s a longer kiss than a peck, I suppose. I briefly think about dropping lower, to kiss her for real, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

There’s just something about this girl that I can’t put my finger on, something that lights up my world but at the same time compels me to run.

“I’ll see you later,” I say, and even as I’m running—and believe me, I know perfectly well that’s what I’m doing now, running from my feelings for her—I’m still determined that we will see each other again soon. Yes, we’re intertwined right now because of her brother, and if he signs with me, then we’ll be intertwined even more. But even if that wasn’t the case, I believe I’d still be seeing Dani again.

She says nothing, just watches me as I slowly walk backward, then turn and exit her bedroom. I pull the door closed gently behind me and then rush out the front door, and down the exterior steps of the building.

Once again, I feel the strong urge to turn around and go back to her.

I’ve never felt so confused in my life, and I hesitate. That’s when I notice a man loitering just underneath the staircase leading to Dani’s apartment on the second floor. We lock eyes for a split second, and he looks somewhat familiar.

And just like that, I remember where I’ve seen him before: walking toward Dani and I when we were heading to lunch but Dani had to suddenly cancel plans. She’d gotten stiff and freaked, and I’d immediately figured out he was some kind of ex and put my arm around her.

What the hell is he doing here? Before I can call out to him, he moves toward me, pacing forward from the stairwell, gripping a hand tight against the railing and staring at me with intense eyes.

“What’s your interest in Dani?” He’s close enough now that I get a good whiff of alcohol on his breath. He’s wasted on booze and God knows what else.

Seriously? “That’s none of your damn business.”

“Are you screwing her?”

Rage spirals inside me. I take a measured step toward him. “That’s right. You gonna do something about it?”

He cocks his head sideways, away from me, and just when he turns back to me, he launches his fist toward me.

I push hard against his chest, sending him to his ass against the gravel. He jumps back to his feet and rushes me.

It literally takes nothing to knock him back on his ass. “You’re drunk and you need to go home before you get hurt,” I say, looking down at him as he scrambles backward against the gravel.

“What the hell is going on?” Dani screams from above, leaning over the metal stairwell outside her window. Once she sees the two of us, she charges down the metal ladder. “Okay, Taylor, you need to leave. Now.”

“Dani—”

“Now, Taylor, and don’t fucking come back or I’ll have you arrested.”

“Oh, princess,” he says with a sloppy grin. “Don’t threaten me with a good ass time.”

“You’re drunk.” She grabs the back of his jacket, spins him around to face the alley, then pushes him forward, where he stumbles, almost landing face-first against the gravel. “That’s nothing new though, is it?”

He cranes his head over his shoulder and his face is suddenly bitter. “Maybe not. But a guy walking away from you isn’t anything new either. He’ll do it soon enough when he finds out.”

“Fuck you,” she says, but not before I see a stricken look of pain flash across her face.

Taylor blows her a kiss and walks away. Dani watches him until he disappears into the city streets out front.

“He come around here often?” I question, annoyed and losing patience.

“Often enough.”

“For what?”

“Sex.”

“Seriously?” I glare at her.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims. “I don’t have sex with him.”

“Oh. Well, good. About what he said—”

She shrugs. “I wasn’t the one he wanted to marry and have kids with, but apparently he can’t get over me. Funny, huh? Since I was never great in bed.”

So that’s what the guy had been saying? That I’d find out she wasn’t good in bed and leave her? Fucking idiot.

I shoot her a look, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

She smiles slightly. “Well, I was never great in bed until you.”

I can’t believe how fucking amazing it feels to hear her admit that out loud. Suddenly, I’m not torn about whether I should leave or stay anymore. “You know what? I’m wiped. And I’m not convinced asshat won’t try coming back here. Can I spend the night?”

“What about your meeting?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.

“Meetings can be rescheduled.”

“You sure about that? It seemed mighty important to me.”

“Nah, I can think of more important things I'd rather be doing...” I lean in to kiss her. By the time I’m done, we’re both breathless.

“Admit it,” I tease. “You want me to stay. No matter how hard you try, you just can't say no to me, am I right?”

“No. See, I said it.”

“Does that mean I can't stay?”

She studies me. Sighs. Then motions for me to follow her back upstairs.

 

* * *

 

“Would you like something to eat?” she asks. “I’m sure fighting with Taylor worked up an appetite.”

“Meh. But I can eat. Why don't I cook something up for us?” I look around her place. Of course, I’d seen it earlier, but I hadn’t actually been taking it all in because all I’d been focusing on was getting in her. True to form, there’s nothing overly feminine or frou-frou about her décor, yet her personal space is as sexy and vibrant as she is. Photos of her and her brother line the walls, and I love the images that show her laughing and relaxed. I want to see her that way more when she’s with me.

“Because my cabinets are bare,” she laughs. “I was thinking we'd order in.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say. “Chinese or pizza?”

“You pick,” she says, tossing me a few takeout menus. “Surprise me.”

She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door; a moment later I hear the shower. No way. She's showering without me? I put in a quick order at a Chinese restaurant then walk to the bathroom door, opening it up without a hesitation. Dani is gloriously naked, but to my surprise, she screeches and wraps her arms around herself in a poor attempt to cover up.

“You could have knocked!”

I cock an eyebrow at her. “You could have told me you were showering,” I say, stripping off my clothing.

“There are some things I figure I can do alone, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, I agree,” I say as I drop my pants. “But showering isn't one of them. Not while I’m here. Besides, showering together will conserve water.”

“Who knew you cared so much about the environment,” she laughs, but it sounds forced and she doesn’t move, simply stands there with her arms around herself. I walk toward her and wrap my arms around her instead.

“Who knew you were so scared to shower with a man,” I tease.

“I'm not scared to shower with you,” she says, holding her head up high, but I can still see the self-consciousness in her eyes.

“Why is me seeing you naked in here any different than me seeing you naked when we have sex?” I ask.

“Because…” She bites her lip then shrugs. “I guess it's not. It’s just so bright in here. And well, I suppose I’m not used to a man like you appreciating a body like mine, that's all.”

“What's not to appreciate?” I say, stepping away to take in her beautiful curves, including bouncy tits. The barbells through each of her nipples just add to her sex appeal, and those tats... Yummy. I hope she can see my appreciation for her beauty in my eyes, because I know first hand that sometimes saying it isn't always enough. “You're gorgeous, Dani Cross. Absolutely, fucking gorgeous. Or trust me, I wouldn't be fucking you.”

“And there he is,” she says drily, but I can tell she’s pleased.

She playfully smacks my ass as she steps into the shower, and I follow. Pulling the shower door closed, I kiss her long and hard. She kisses me back, and my cock is already standing to attention, but the poor girl has likely had enough. Her pussy has to be sore after all we've done already, but Dani doesn't disappoint. She drops to her knees, the water running over her face and skin, and takes my dick between those sexy lips of hers.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan as I lean against the shower wall. Nothing better than having a sexy woman sucking your dick, and God, Dani’s mouth and tongue are exceptional.

 

* * *

 

Dani

 

As Hunter buries his hands in my hair, I drag my lips down one side of his shaft, then the other before suckling on the head of his cock. He gasps, drawing his breath in sharply.

“Take it all, baby,” he says, exerting pressure on the back of my head to guide me the rest of the way down.

I cup his balls, squeezing gently as my mouth slides down to take the rest of his shaft. I feel him pressing into the opening of my throat, but I calmly breathe through my nose, controlling the sensation and opening my throat wider to receive him.

He holds me down and pushes himself against my mouth, pressing my face into the dusting of hair above his manhood. My nose is filled with his warm scent, and I feel myself getting lost in my desire for him. It’s a sensation I welcome, especially after I’d made such a fool of myself, trying to shield my body from his gaze when he’d first walked in the bathroom.

He’s never done or said anything less than complimentary about my body, yet I continue to be insecure around him. It pisses me off, even as it worries me, because I know where my insecurity really stems from—it stems from the knowledge that Hunter Kiss can hurt me, in a way that I’ve never let anyone close enough to hurt me before. Part of me senses that, so I search for ways he’ll find me less than perfect.

It has to stop. I need to maintain my confidence with Hunter.

I need to remember that as much power as he holds over me, I hold power over him, too. Power that even now I’m wielding to give him pleasure.

I slide my mouth up and down his cock. I want him to fill me. I want to drink him in.

He rocks his hips. “Oh, that’s good, Dani,” he moans. “Let me fuck that mouth.”

Fuck it, Hunter, I want to tell him, but I don’t want to let him go long enough to utter the words.

He grows harder against my tongue and against the back of my throat, and I know he’s working himself closer and closer to orgasm. I revel in how quickly I can bring him to the edge of his control.

“Swallow me,” he pants.

I brace myself with my hands against his legs, and he tightens his grip on my head. Then my mouth is filled with his thick, warm, salty flavor. I suck every last drop from him, relishing the taste.

Relishing even more the feeling of intimacy that warms me when he pulls me to my feet, kisses me, cups my chin so I’m looking into his eyes, and says, “You are fucking beautiful, Dani. Don’t ever doubt it. Don’t ever try to hide from me again. Understood?”

Still breathing hard from having him in my mouth, I swallow hard, then whisper, “Understood.”

 

* * *

 

Hunter

 

After our shower, Dani is quiet. Contemplative. I can practically see the gears turning in her head, but what she’s thinking exactly, I’m not quite sure. All I know is I saw her vulnerable in the bathroom, and as much as I like seeing the softer side of her, I didn’t like seeing her doubt herself. Her body is banging; fucking her does it for me every single time, and I never want her to doubt it ever again.

The Chinese food I ordered is delivered, and we eat while watching TV. Eventually, Dani yawns. “Shall we get some sleep?” I ask her, and she looks up at me, smiling sleepily.

She hesitates for several beats, making me wonder if she’s actually going to kick me out, before she quietly says, “Sure.”

We head into the bedroom and several minutes later, we’re settled in her bed. I wrap my arms around her, then kiss her temple. “Good night, Dani.”

“Good night, Hunter.”