by Alina Jacobs
There wasn’t much of a line at the biscuit stand, and I had to really practice self-control not to eat one of the breakfast sandwiches on my way to Ida’s to grab some orange juice.
“And then I said,” Ida regaled loudly to a crowd of people, “‘You better get your fishing line and get your false teeth out of my vagina before I call the police!’”
I backed out of the door, but she saw me before I could leave.
“Meg!” Ida yelled. “Meg! Yoo-hoo!”
I cringed and hurried over.
“Honestly, I’m glad you’re back with Hunter,” she said. “Let me tell you. Walter had maybe about ten good years on him. Then you’d need to put a lint trap in your vag to catch his teeth. I swear! I better not get an infection.”
“I just needed some orange juice,” I said weakly.
“I’m glad you came in here,” Ida said, puttering around the store. “Now, I know that the super PAC and your mayoral campaign aren’t supposed to collaborate at all, but I wanted to see your reaction in person when you saw my big surprise!”
“What is it?” I asked, grabbing a bottle of orange juice.
Ida rang me up. “It’s amazing. It turned out even better than I expected it to.”
I swiped my credit card, then she herded me outside around the building.
“Close your eyes. No peeking.”
“I’m not,” I said. “This isn’t some sort of animal, is it?”
“Better!” Ida said happily. “Ta-da!”
“Oh… my god.” I stared up at a Photoshopped two-story mural of me in a very revealing outfit spanking a shirtless Hunter. In bright-yellow letters, it read, “Vote for a woman who will put those billionaires in their place!”
“Ida, we can’t have this up!”
“Ah-ah-ah.” Ida wagged her finger. “No collaboration.” She pressed her hands together and bowed. “You are very welcome.”
I felt faint.
“I got a deal on this baby,” she said proudly. “Had to give head to a guy who was having trouble getting it up on the account of all the pretzel bites and cheese sauce he’d just eaten, but I got him there eventually.”
I walked back to my apartment in a daze. Hunter was going to freak out when he saw that. Shoot, I was freaking out!
Even though I had been planning on waiting until I got to the apartment, I grabbed one of the biscuits out of the bag and took a big bite. “This is terrible,” I muttered to myself around the bite, opening up the orange juice to take a swig. Then I crashed into Karen, spilling orange juice all over myself and her.
She screamed as it dripped down her face.
“You!” she spat.
“Sorry…”
“God, you’re so disgusting,” she sneered. “And you ruined my clothes.” Her nostrils flared. “I’d say that you ruined yours, too, but of course you’re dressed like a homeless, crazy person. You’re not even wearing a bra.”
“Nor am I wearing underwear,” I added.
“I can’t believe you’re enough to throw Hunter off of his game.” Her eyes flicked up and down.
“What can I say?” I drawled. “He likes something to grab onto.”
“Don’t act like he’s going to come crawling back to you. If he was going to, he would have already done it.”
I tipped back my head and laughed. “I take it you aren’t on the Harrogate Facebook group.”
She was suspicious. “What do you mean?”
So this wasn’t exactly playing out like my ultimate fantasy of how I wanted to break the news to Karen, but I’d take what I could get.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I repeated, “because Hunter ripped it to shreds last night.” To shreds, you say!
Karen let out a strangled noise.
“After our very public and romantic rooftop date.” I tilted my head. “Guess he wasn’t all that impressed with you after all.” I took another swig of orange juice.
“You know, I should have bought some champagne. I get really thirsty after sex.” I winked at her and sauntered off. Even though I was covered in orange juice, and my hair was still a wreck, I felt on top of the mountain. Now I wanted to be on top of something else. Or someone else.
Hunter was stretched out on my bed, sheet barely pulled up to his waist, scrolling on his phone.
I set down the food and stripped off my clothes.
“You’re back,” he said and let out a slight groan as I straddled him.
“Yeah, I’m back,” I agreed with a wicked smile.
“Did something happen out there?” he asked. His brow was furrowed as if he was concerned, but his hands reached up to cup my tits.
Under me, I could feel him hardening.
I shook my head. “Nothing that I can’t handle.”
“That’s not reassuring,” said the man playing with my tits, squishing them together and pulling them apart.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the sensation. Then I rocked back and forth slightly, moving myself up and down his hardening cock. “Why don’t you just be quiet and enjoy the ride. Where’s the condoms?”
Grinning, he mimed zipped lips and gestured to the bed stand. Luckily, it was within reach. I pulled the wrapper apart with my own teeth.
Hunter’s cock stood at full erection now. I gave it a few strokes before I rolled it down over him. Then, lifting up, I put him exactly where I wanted him to be.
Hunter let out a low groan of appreciation as I sunk down on him. His hands moved from my tits to my hips and rested there to guide me.
I let out a breath as I sunk completely onto him, loving the stretch and the way he made me feel so full inside.
“Oh God, I needed this,” I said, lifting back up and down and loving the slide.
Hunter grunted in answer. His hips rolled up to meet me as I set a languid pace, taking my time with him and enjoying the ride for all it was worth.
The bed squeaked under us with our combined movements, picking up the pace as our pleasure grew. I reached down, circling my clit with my free hand. The extra sensation made my movement stutter. Hunter’s grip tightened, and he all but slammed me back down on him—he struck inside me just right. And just like that, I was wild for him—all thoughts of slow and easy gone. His hips snapped up as I pushed back down, and I let out a cry, my back arching as I came.
The ride wasn’t quite over with yet. Hunter finished strong, thrusting up into my now relaxed body and sending echoes through my nerves.
Finally sated, I slumped over him.
“Damn,” Hunter said, his deep voice reverberating in my chest.
“You mean your fantasies of mornings with me didn’t get this far?” I kissed his chin.
“Sex and breakfast in bed seemed like too much of a reach,” he said, chuckling slightly.
I nuzzled my nose against his bare chest. His hand came up and played with my hair.
It felt so perfect. Just the two of us together and in love… wait. Was I seriously falling in love with him again?
Had I ever stopped being in love with him?
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Hunter
Meg pressed one more kiss to my mouth then swung her feet off the bed.
“Unfortunately, it seems you did not develop a property with enough room for a table,” she said, walking over to the small kitchen.
I propped up my head on my arm, admiring her curvy figure, elated that she was finally mine.
But not for long.
Meg wasn’t stupid; she also didn’t suffer fools. And once she found out what I was playing at, wanting to get her to sign on to be a foster mom for my little sisters, she was going to lose it. And I would lose her.
Crawford’s plan was so stupid. I never should have agreed. But what could I do? I loved Meg, but my sisters were family. Maybe she would understand, though? Maybe I just needed to broach the topic delicately?
Just enjoy this. Enjoy this time with her. Stop borrowing trouble. Crawford’s plan is half-cooked and bound to fail anywa
y. I bet Dad outsmarts him.
Meg walked back over to me, balancing breakfast on a tray.
She shrieked as I grabbed her, bringing her down on my lap. I snatched one of the sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits from her, my other hand around her waist. I almost took a bite then stared at it.
“I might have needed some fortification,” she admitted.
I smirked up at her. “I think you earned it.”
“Ready for the bridal expo?” she asked me. “We’re judging the flower arranging.”
“I thought that was just for women.” I took another bite of the biscuit.
“It’s to showcase Harrogate as a great destination for weddings,” she insisted. “Weddings are big business, and you can get more bang for your buck out here in Harrogate while not having to go too far outside of Manhattan. Your brother’s girlfriend, Avery, started a business coalition specializing in the wedding industry in our area. This is one of the events they’re having to show that we’re capable of throwing a high-quality wedding in Harrogate. Plus, these types of events provide the low-skilled jobs that many of our residents desperately need.” She was so animated as she spoke, spinning the description of how this was good for everyone.
I peered at her. “You really love this town, don’t you?”
She looked down at me, wide-eyed. “You don’t?”
“I mean, I do, but you really love it—you love helping people. You love building up everyone in town. You’re really good at being deputy mayor.”
She seemed embarrassed. “I just think there are more innovative ways we can solve some of our issues. Barry never wanted to do anything different. Shoot, he never wanted to do anything at all. For example, there is the issue of a lot of our seniors needing to earn extra income, and we also have the problem of a lot of new young people moving into town who need somewhere to live. Why not change the zoning laws to allow people to build carriage houses on their property that they can rent out to one or two people? We could offer grants to build the accessory unity in exchange for the owners keeping the rent at a certain rate for a set number of years. People who need extra income could take advantage of it, and newcomers would have a nice place to live that isn’t in huge apartment blocks.”
“Dang,” I said. “That is a really good idea.”
She reddened slightly and dropped her head.
I tilted her chin up. “Did anyone tell you you’re super smart?” I kissed her.
“Not that you’re dropping out of the race or anything,” she quipped.
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re stiff competition.”
She reached down to cup my half-hard cock. “You’re not,” she teased.
I grabbed her chin and kissed her harder. My heart hurt, I was so in love with her. “Move in with me,” I murmured against her mouth.
She laughed. “What?”
“When’s your lease up?” I continued.
“End of the month.”
“I’ll buy us a place,” I promised. “You want a condo in town?”
“This isn’t about your greenbelt development, is it?” she asked. “Because that is not happening.”
“Holy smokes, is this how it’s going to be? Small-town politics is going to be the third wheel in our relationship?” I demanded.
“Yeah, if you keep trying to ruin the town.”
I took a breath. You cannot alienate Meg.
We’d had these arguments before. Normally, I would have escalated until we were screaming at each other. But now I couldn’t, not with my sisters’ freedom on the line.
“Look, we’re obviously not going to build condos in the greenbelt. I think I killed that at the debate when your tits were practically falling out of your dress.” I gave her a disarming smile.
“You make it sound so dirty.” She wrinkled her nose.
“It was,” I whispered to her, turning on the charm. “They were filthy and dirty and sexy. I’m shocked that several of the older constituents didn’t keel over.”
“Don’t say that,” she admonished.
“Please.” I snorted. “I’ve been trapped in Costco talking to them. The senior citizens of this town are completely unfazed by anything. I need a drink and a cold compress after dealing with them.”
Meg laughed lightly. I wanted to bask in her happiness.
“Yeah, if I have to hear about people fishing dentures out of their nether regions, I might need to find a new career!”
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “Ida?”
Meg made a face, her eyes staring off into the distance. I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
She shook her head slowly. “I forgot to tell you something. You’re not going to like it.”
“Holy shit,” I said after a moment of basking in the horror that was Ida’s political ad. We had showered and changed and were now standing on the street along with a small crowd. “To be fair,” I said, “your tits look really good in that photo. If I’m not mistaken, that’s from the train ribbon cutting?”
“I’m shocked you remember,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Considering you were barely coherent.”
“I was coherent enough to know that I wanted to come all over your tits.” I grinned at her and pulled her to me. “And if you really want to overpower a billionaire, I’m not going to say no. You in a little leather number, thigh-high boots… ten-ten, would fuck again.”
Meg shoved me slightly. But I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
“Do you want to go back to your apartment so we can try it out?”
“I don’t own anything like what you’re describing.”
“We can improvise,” I suggested as we headed to my car. I opened the door for her, and she slipped inside. Her legs parted slightly when she sat in my car, and she kept pulling at the hem of her skirt.
“Am I making you wet?” I asked, slipping on my sunglasses. “You want it. Admit it.”
“Just seems like an awful lot of work.”
“You don’t want to get all dressed up for your man?” I joked.
“You’re my man?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I’m all yours, Meg,” I said as my car zipped down Main Street. “Besides, you’re the one with all the kinky fantasies; I figured you’d be into it. We can get you one of the cute little hats.”
“Do you think this hat is cute?” she asked, fussing with her straw French hat decorated with flowers and a big bow.
“I love that hat,” I assured her. “I’d fuck you in that hat. In fact…” I pulled off the road to one of the overlooks by the river.
“We can’t have sex here,” Meg said in shock.
“Relax,” I said. “We’re not having sex.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“Enjoying the view,” I replied, my hand reaching over to slip under her dress.
Meghan jumped slightly, but then her shocked look turned into a whimper of pleasure. “Not a lot of room in this car,” she said, eyes glazed.
My hand slid up her thigh, and she parted her legs for me, wanton and willing, just the way I liked her.
“No,” I agreed, “but enough to have a little fun. Don’t you think?” My fingertips brushed across her pussy, already finding a hint of dampness there. I clucked my tongue. “My, my. I guess you do like the view.”
“Shut up,” she said, but before I could respond, she dragged me into a kiss.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned over her. My tongue swept across her lips, and she opened up for me, letting me plunder her mouth. My fingers, meanwhile, stroked her pussy.
Meghan whimpered and shifted, pushing one foot up against the dash. That gave me all the access I wanted.
I drew back, my hand floating over her pussy, still teasingly pressed over her panties, which were growing damper and damper.
“Open up your shirt,” I told her. “I want to see your tits.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Anyone can drive up next to us.”
“Better make it quick, th
en.” And suiting action to words, I pushed the thin fabric of her panties aside and let my fingers play.
Meghan let out a low moan. With one glance out the window to make sure we were alone, she pushed the seat back and started unbuttoning her shirt.
She didn’t take off her bra, but the look of those full round tits on full display—the nipples peaked and ripe for me to suck—made my mouth water.
My eager fingers circled teasingly around her opening before I pushed inside, giving her first one knuckle and then the other.
Back arched, Meghan cupped her own breasts, playing with the nipples as I fingered her.
“You look amazing,” I muttered, half aware I was speaking at all. My mouth was dry, and my cock ached to be inside her. But I hadn’t lost all control of my senses. Besides, I was enjoying the show. “Wish I could record you—wish you were bouncing on my lap right now.”
“L-Later,” she gasped, slanting me a wicked smile followed by a low, throaty moan. “Hunter… my clit, please…”
Well, the woman asked, and I could not deny her. Pulling out, I circled my fingers over and around her clit. She rolled her hips, moaning openly at the pleasure I was giving her.
“Like that, Meghan? Look at you, you’re practically begging for it.”
Meghan shook her head but couldn’t argue. She looked like she was fighting the coming orgasm and was helpless against it at the same time. “Yes… yes… right there. Hunter!”
She arched again, and I felt her pussy spasm—I loved that hot clench, feeling it from inside. I watched her, hungry, as she bucked upward against my fingers, chasing her pleasure. She dragged in one ragged breath then another, her body slumping. Then her eyes slit open, and she gave me a wicked smile.
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Meghan
Hunter looked way too smug after he made me a sweating, moaning mess. He gave me a sideways glance, a crooked smile on his face. “Yeah, I think I like you like that.”
Smug bastard. I would give him something to beg for.
“It was nice.” I let my fingers drift over my tits. Immediately, his gaze zeroed in on me.
