Six Feet Under

by Paula O'Hara

  I just shook my head a bit with a smile before looking down and opening up my messages.

  From: Hunter: Can i sneak into your room tonight?

  From: Hunter: Pls reply i'm bored.

  From: Hunter: Alright fine, no dick tonight

  I chuckled quietly to myself and started texting back.

  To: Hunter: wow. you're pretty straight forward...

  From: Hunter: Didn't mean to offend, we just haven't done anything in a few days.

  He didn't mean just sex, or stuff like that. Him and I had literally not even seen each other since we had awkwardly met at the school's parking lot where I had been making out with Oliver and Hunter had been going somewhere with Cindy.

  It still confused me as to how Oli and Hunter knew each other, taking into account that I'd never seen them hanging out at school before.

  I seriously needed a good fuck right now and knew he could give it to me.

  The only problem was that my period had started yesterday, and the last time I had had sex was in Oliver's car during the first period, while relatively anyone outside could have caught us. It was exciting, and I did get a good release.

  To: Hunter: and we still can't do anything, it's my time of the month.

  I wasn't ashamed to tell him I was on my period since there was nothing to be ashamed about.

  It was a natural thing that happened to most females and, if he was disgusted by it, then he really wasn't even close to being a man.

  From: Hunter: Shit. Are you in pain? We have chocolate, do you want some??

  I glanced up at him with furrowed brows and a confused look, only to find him almost gaping at me.

  I stifled a laugh and looked over at Alex who had 'discreetly' closed his eyes to try and get away with a few minutes of sleep.

  The sight made me want to laugh even more so I had to look back down at my phone.

  To: Hunter: thanks for assuming I want chocolate, but no thanks

  Of course it had been sweet of him to offer chocolate, but I was actually craving pickels right now and just wanted to get home so I could cuddle myself in my bed.

  "Excuse me," I slowly stood up and pushed the chair back, giving Bree and my mother a small smile as I excused myself from the table.

  I could almost feel Hunter's burning eyes on me, following my every move.

  Knowing the Reids' home extremely well, I typed a message to Tessa while making my way down a long hallway towards a bathroom.

  Tessa was currently on a date with Cameron, who had apparently tried to kiss her but she had declined by turning her head away.

  From: Tessa: I FEEL SO BAD. He got me flowers and everything :( AND AT LEAST 10 STRANGERS SAW ME CURVE HIS KISS!!

  To: Tessa: Why did you curve him? You obvs like him... AND HE LIKES YOU. Kiss him!!

  From: Tessa: I know you're lowkey not okay about him and I, and I hate that you're not telling me about it...

  To: Tessa: Babe, I seriously ship you two! I don't like him anymore, anyway!!

  A little white lie couldn't hurt. I was trying so hard at the moment to get over Cameron, which meant I was almost over him, anyhow.

  Suddenly I bumped into something and immediately took a step back to wince and bring my hand up to my forehead.

  "Fucking bitch," I murmured with a glare sent at the closed bathroom door.

  I heard a familiar chuckle behind me, and glanced back to see Hunter a few feet away.

  "You good?" He asked, clearly amused by my pain. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh with a shake of my head.

  "I'm alive," I told him, and his smile widened a bit.

  I opened the bathroom door after sliding my phone into my pocket, and took a step inside.

  "Room in there for another one?" Hunter then asked, stepping closer.

  He looked way too good with well-fitted black jeans and a Rolling Stones long sleeved shirt; it was killing me there was nothing I could get from him in a few days.

  I raised my brows at him, slowly bringing the door shut between us.

  "Sorry, I really need to take care of mother nature right now," I gave him a small wink which made him nod in understanding.

  "I'll wait here," he gave me a smile just before I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

  I sighed to myself and ran a hand through my hair. I was beginning to feel very awkward at his kindness since it wasn't something I usually shared with any of the guys I was fucking.

  Of course Hunter was a bit different since he was a long time family friend - and also my brother's best friend - yet I still didn't feel comfortable in having that kind of caring closeness outside of either one of our bedrooms.

  I did what I had to do in the bathroom before washing my hands and fixing my hair. I unlocked the door and stepped out, spotting Hunter leaning against the wall a few feet away on his phone.

  He glanced up and gave me a smile, sliding the phone into his front pocket.

  "All good?" He asked, walking closer while I closed the door behind me.

  "Mhm," I nodded, humming with a strong feeling of where this was going.

  Hunter stepped up to me, eyes locked on mine and rendering me completely helpless and unable to move. My heart started beating faster the closer he got.

  When his hands landed on my waist and gently pulled my body closer to his, I couldn't stop myself from cupping his strong jawline with my hands before leaning up to kiss him.

  As soon as I had kissed him my back was pressed against the wall of the long hallway with Hunter's body hard against mine.

  Even kissing him felt so damn intoxicating and mindblowing, I couldn't understand why Cindy had ever left him.

  My hands ran through his hair and tugged a little after Hunter had deepened the kiss, torturously pushing himself up against me.

  In that moment I swear I despised him for turning me on since there was nothing that could be done at the moment to satisfy me that was in my comfort-zone.

  Suddenly, a throat was cleared and my body completely froze.

  Hunter had immediately pulled back as his head darted towards the empty hallway and where we'd originally come here from.

  I followed his shocked eyes, and saw his mum.

  "Bree," I breathed, immediately pushing Hunter off me and tried to keep my eyes off the prominent dent in his jeans.

  Bree seemed to have noticed it already, though, and was eyeing the both with a surprised and shocked look.

  "Does Alex know?" Was the first thing she asked.

  This all seemed so weird since Hunter and I were just fucking, we weren't anything serious but we still needed to keep it under wraps because of my murderously protective brother.

  "He would've beat me up, mum," Hunter cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

  I was just staring at Bree, not knowing what to do which was weird since she was like a second mother to me. I guess I just hadn't been in this situation before.

  "I-I should go," I spoke up, looking straight at Bree even when Hunter looked back at me with a confused look.

  "I won't be telling Alex, kids. Your secret's safe with me," she gave me a wink, making a huge weight lift off from my shoulders.

  "He's just left, anyway. Something about needing sleep," she added with a shrug.

  I felt myself smiling, a little in amusement but mostly in relief. I didn't want whatever Hunter and I had going on going away.

  An uncomfortable silence fell over, which resulted in her speaking up soon after.

  "I'll just join the adults again, hm? You two are free to continue... whatever you were doing."

  I let out a small giggle and nodded, giving her a grateful and appreciating smile. A few more words were exchanged, before Bree went back into their dining room where Hunter's dad and my mum still were.

  Hunter turned back to me and ran a hand through his hair with a chuckle, "damn. I'm confused?"

  I shook my head and stepped up to him, "just forget it. Alex won't know."

  I
grabbed his face and pulled him closer, before planting my lips against his again.

  "Let's go up to my room," Hunter murmured against my lips, hands rising up to my waist and squeezing gently.

  I pulled back and nodded with a small grin. Maybe I could help him with that uncomfortable looking situation in his jeans...

  Hunter

  Just as we closed the door of my bedroom behind us my phone vibrated in my pocket.

  I watched as Willow walked over to my bed and sat down, lifting her legs up onto it and crossing them while I took my phone out and proceeded to read the message.

  It was from Oliver; the other guy - that I knew about - who she was also fucking. But I swear Willow's a fucking sex addict, so I wouldn't be surprised if there were more guys.

  From: Oliver: Prez needs everyone at the clubhouse bro!

  I kind of cringed at how he called me 'bro' since I rarely talked to him outside of the clubhouse. And when I did talk to him, it was never deep and personal bullshit, just casual women and business.

  Without sending a reply, I slid my phone back into my jeans' pocket and made my way towards Willow.

  A small smirk formed onto my lips at her eager expression.

  "Do you wanna watch a movie and stay the night?" I asked her and definitely didn't miss the slightly confused and uncomfortable reaction that passed over her face at my question.

  I grabbed the TV remote from my night table and rounded my bed to sit on the other side.

  I seriously didn't have energy to go to the clubhouse tonight because it was most likely just the fact that framing an enemy with the gun had worked out, or something.

  I just wanted to chill, preferably with Willow.

  It was extremely weird to think Cindy and I had fucked in this bed just a few days ago. It had felt great, but other than that had been completely emotionless.

  "Uh, sure. Movie sounds good," she cleared her throat awkwardly, moving herself to lean back against the headboard before pulling her knees up to her chin.

  Her eyes were fixated on the TV as I opened up Netflix and then handed her the remote.

  She gave me a confused look to which I shrugged, "you can pick a movie."

  Why did I suddenly feel so fucking weird around her? Maybe it was because we couldn't fuck. I don't fucking know.

  As well as the fact that my mum now knew about whatever Willow and I had going on, which made the whole atmosphere weirder.

  I watched as she began going down Netflix on the TV on the opposite wall.

  She looked too good not to be fucked, but I doubt she was into period sex. I looked away when I realised I was probably more into her than she was into me.

  My phone vibrated and I pulled it out to find a new message from Oliver.

  From: Oliver: you really need to come down here, man!

  I grumbled something under my breath, deciding not to reply once again.

  "Are you alright?" I looked up to find her eyes on me, curiously studying the situation.

  I also noticed she had chosen some comedy movie to play on the background.

  We were sitting really close and all I wanted to do was kiss her again here, where nobody could catch us.

  "You and Oliver are hooking up, right?" Was I a fucking idiot to ask that? Maybe.

  Her brows furrowed a little and she seemed even more uncomfortable than in the beginning.

  "Uh... yeah? How do you know him, anyway?" She countered, eyes unwaveringly staying on mine.

  I shrugged, my eyes moving to the movie. I noticed Zac Efron was playing some sort of role in it.

  "We hang around in the same circles," I told her dismissively, knowing I couldn't go into much detail.

  "No you don't," she spoke softly, making me look back at her, "I know you don't hang out with Oliver. Not during school hours, at least."

  I was confused. Had she been watching me, or some shit?

  "It's not like I stalk you," she then let out a small laugh, looking down at her lap, "I just would have noticed cause you're always with my brother and he would have freaked if he ever knew I'm fucking Oliver. Does that make sense?"

  "Sure," I murmured, looking back at the movie again.

  "Can you tell me how you know him, then?" She asked again and I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

  I knew Oliver through the clubhouse and that was something I definitely would 't be telling her. Right now, at least.

  It had been a mistake telling Cindy, so I didn't want to risk it again.

  "That's a story for a whole other time, babe."

  Willow let out a dramatised sigh and a small chuckle before she did something that completely took me aback.

  She moved to sit on her knees between my legs, while my brows furrowed in confusion.

  "Are you okay?" My dumb ass decided to ask.

  She just gave me a small smile while her hands slowly placed themselves on my thighs.

  I looked down and watched as they began inching upwards.

  "Hunter," she spoke, causing my eyes find hers again.

  Her hand was so close to my dick right now, I was almost positive she'd jerk or suck me off.

  "Hm?" I placed my hands on top of hers to stop them for the time being.

  I'd love for her to touch me since everything about her turned me on, especially right now.

  But then again if it was just because she wanted to get answers as to how I knew Oliver, it made me doubt the fact that he was just a fuck buddy to her. Maybe she was into him?

  Her eyes sparkled really beautifully before her lips met mine and she kissed me.

  Without hesitation I kissed back with a low groan rumbling up from my throat.

  I brought my hands to her hips, pulling her closer as her hands started slowly moving upwards again.

  Unable to stop, I felt myself hardening in my jeans when I deepened the kiss, almost urging her to touch me.

  When her gently fingers slowly unzipped my fly and reached in, I almost sighed in relief.

  I felt her fingers wrap around my member before she pulled it out from my boxers to let it rest against my lower stomach.

  My heart had started beating faster and blood was rushing to my groin, I seriously fucking needed this.

  "Tell me what the gun was for," she whispered against my lips before wrapping her soft hand around me which made me let out a small breath.

  Willow wasn't kissing me anymore but was teasingly ghosting her lips above mine, so I opened my eyes to find her already looking at me.

  Her hand moved up gently before swiping my pre-cum with her thumb off my tip and using it as a sort of extempore lube.

  I hissed at the feel of her thumb applying small pressure against my tip.

  "Tell me about the gun, Hunter," her voice was so fucking smooth I wanted to cum right then and there.

  "Don't talk about the gun," I rasped out, "it's turning me off."

  She could be talking about dead kittens for all I cared, as long as she had her hand wrapped around me and managed to look so effortlessly stunning, I'd stay as hard as a damn rock.

  Almost excruciatingly slowly, her hand began to jerk me off, using the pre-cum to make it slicker.

  I let out a pleasured sigh, leaning my head back against the headboard.

  "I'll finish you off if you tell me what the gun was for," I felt her lips on my neck, leaving gentle kisses along a vein that was visible thanks to my muscles tightening.

  "C'mon, Wills," I groaned, disapproving about the fact that she was using my dick, as well as my obvious attraction to her, to get information.

  Her hand felt so fucking good it should be illegal. I felt like a guy getting his first hand job, which was a tad embarrassing.

  I felt extremely jealous to whoever she'd done this to before.

  "You want to come?" Her breath fanned over my jawline before her lips gently pressed against the skin there.

  I nodded, struggling when I bit the inside of my cheek and tightened my hands on her thighs.


  She had me in the palm of her hand and she knew it.

  I let out a small moan when her hand added pressure and a tiny bit of speed around my dick as she jerked me off.