Chapter 25

Kelly

I had my head pressed firmly against the steering wheel and my eyes were closed as tight as I could make them. I could feel tears streaming down my face and I didn’t want to look up. I didn’t want to see Hunter sitting there looking down at me. All I wanted in that moment was to open my eyes and wake up in my bed at home, to realize that this had all been a bad dream and that I was safe.

I heard arguing, glass smashing and then a car tear off into the distance. I knew that I wasn’t dreaming. I could feel the cool night air on my skin and knew that his eyes were burning into me. I knew he was real and he was right beside me.

“Kelly, god damn it, listen to me. Look at me,” I heard him shout.

Don’t look up, Kelly. Don’t give in. Just let him go. He will. He will go away.

I could hear the engine of the truck idling and then heard it slowly pulling down the street.

I breathed out a deep sigh.

Thank you. Thank you, Lord.

But my relief was short lived. As I looked up, expecting to watch him drive away and out of my life, he pulled the truck in front of me and backed it in as close as it could go.

The driver’s door opened and Hunter stepped out. His massive boot first, and then the rest of his overpowering frame.

He took a drag of his cigarette and then threw it to the ground, stomping it out and staring at me as he blew out a straight, thin cloud of smoke. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and slowly walked toward my car. I started breathing heavily and I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn’t look at him without thinking about what he made me feel this afternoon, or the physical reaction I had each time my eyes took him in. I licked my lips and noticed my mouth had gone dry. He was anger and beauty and he was coming right at me. I tried the engine again, but it didn’t turn. I just sat there and waited for whatever he was going to do. I was completely powerless. Again.

When he reached the bumper of my car, he moved between it and the back of the tow truck.

“Your battery is dead, darling. You’re not going anywhere in that thing until I do something about it.”

He grabbed the cable from the back of his truck and pulled it out, latching the hook to the front of my car.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, trying my best to pretend I had any choice in the matter.

He stopped as he walked back to the road and stared right at me, his blue eyes wide with rage and his huge hands clenched to fists.

“I said, your fucking battery is dead, princess. This car isn’t going to start and you are not going anywhere in it unless I fix it. Now, I’m going to fucking tow this hunk of garbage to the shop or to your front fucking door. You can tell me which one or I can choose. I don’t give a fuck.”

“I’m not asking for your help, Hunter. I never asked for any help from you.”

He turned around and walked back toward my car, stopping right in front of my window. All I could think about was what was beneath his pants that were inches away from my face. I swear, I could see his thick cock growing before my eyes and quickly turned my head before he caught me staring.

He bent down and looked in at me, gritting his teeth.

“Okay, Kelly. You’re right. You never asked for my help, but guess what? You fucking got it. At the diner, in your kitchen, and right fucking now. Maybe I’m a fucking idiot, but I’m not leaving you sitting here in the street in the middle of the fucking night.”

He was leaning close to my face now and I could smell the whiskey off his breath. I wanted him to grab my head and push his lips into mine so I could taste it off his tongue. He was staring through me with his sharp blue eyes and I could see the muscles in his arm tightening and releasing as he gripped the door of my car. I could feel myself breathing harder and something boiled up inside me. It felt like hatred, but also a deep rooted desire that had been missing my whole life. I wanted him to rip the door off my car and pull me out onto the street, taking me in his arms so I could feel his body pressed up against mine.

I wanted him to take me and I wanted it to be rough, powerful, forceful. I wanted to be dominated by him.

I tried to fight it.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I can smell the booze off your breath. Been drinking a little tonight, Hunter? Something on your mind?”

What was I doing? Why was I provoking him?

Kelly, shut up, you stupid girl. Why, oh why, did you say that?

Hunter just smiled and rubbed his leathery hand across the rough hair that covered his cheeks.

“No, sweetheart. I haven’t been drinking a little. I’ve been fucking drinking a lot and what’s on my mind is keeping the whiskey flowing. So, if we could hurry this little situation up I would greatly fucking appreciate it.”

“I’m not leaving with you.”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. This is the most we had spoken since the diner. Maybe more. And here I was, disobeying him. I felt proud, terrified, and like I was lying, all at the same time.

He stepped back, put his hands on his sides, and looked down.

“Kelly.”

He brought his head up just enough that his eyes were peering at me through some stray strands of hair that had fallen across his face. I could see his entire, beautiful body. His long legs, his chiseled abs, and hard chest, hidden just behind the same white tank top from earlier, and his strong jaw was covered in that same rough stubble I’d felt graze my cheeks, and my pussy, earlier. I slid my hand down my leg and put it between my thighs. I wanted him to put his lips and tongue on me so badly. I started to slowly rub myself as I looked at him and I was only half sure he couldn’t see.

I’d never done anything so bold in my life.

“Kelly, I’m not leaving you here. Now, I can either tow that piece of shit with you in it or you can come sit up front with me like a big girl. You going to be a big girl for me?”

His words shot into me as if they were an extension of him. It was as if I could feel him moving inside me again.

I brought my hand out from between my legs, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Hunter stood there and looked me up and down. There was an invisible energy pulsing between us, pushing us apart, but just for now. When the time came, he would tear through it. I could see him making his hands into fists and then releasing them, and I had seen that look in his eyes before. It was the same look he had when he pushed me to the kitchen floor and drove himself inside me. He was about to take me again. I could feel it in my stomach. My knees began to tremble. I thought I was about to collapse in front of him.

Do it. Goddamn you, please do it. I’m ready.

He just stared back at me and relaxed his hands.

“Good. Now get in the fucking truck.”