Hunter (Mixology Book 1)

by Krissy V

  “Sky, I think I need to take you under my wing.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him in close. “Dressing up in the bedroom is so much fun and you’re missing out, if you don’t do it.” I ruffle his hair and leave him standing there staring at me. He’s far too innocent to be part of our family. I’d even go so far as to guess he’s a virgin. I shudder thinking about a James being a virgin in their twenties.

  Everyone gets ready for opening, the cocktail booth is ready to go, and Keaton’s nod tells me the bar is too. Ainsley looks over at us and we give her the thumbs up and Zac opens the door.

  Within twenty minutes, the bar is full, the men and women are mingling, and we have country music playing. Skylar has chosen great music, as usual, and it isn’t long before the dance floor is full. The ladies are out doing their line dancing and the guys are standing around watching them.

  Scanning the bar, I spy a gorgeous redhead watching me. I smile and she raises her drink and starts to walk towards me. “Hey,” I say.

  “Watcha, gorgeous. Are you going to give me one of your shots tonight?” she says, and I swear she’s resting her tits on the bar.

  “Well, that depends.” I wink. “What are you looking for?"

  She smiles and leans further over the bar. “I’m looking for one night with the Cock Sucking Cowboy.” She licks her lips.

  I smile back at her. “Well, you never know. You might just be the cowgirl that your cock sucking cowboy needs to ride him tonight!” I pour her a shot and watch as she opens her mouth and pours it down her throat.

  Oh, yeah. Tonight is going to be fun.

  It’s going really well, and we’ve arranged a floorshow with two cowboys who are shooting each other in a ‘high noon’ way. They are sexy, buff, and only have brown leather waistcoats over their oiled chests.

  Everyone is clapping and each of them has an entourage of women watching them and cheering for them. We don’t have to pay them; they just get free drink all night. Oh, and as many women as they can handle.

  I notice the redhead is watching me during the show. I sidle over to her and put my arm around her shoulders. “Have you found a cowboy you want to take home tonight?”

  “I sure have. What time do you finish?”

  I laugh, she is forward I like that. “It’s late when I finish, but I’m due a break shortly if you want to get a taste of what’s to come.” I wink at her.

  She smiles. “That sounds great. Just give me the nod, cowboy.” She sits on a stool at the bar and I get some more shots ready, slipping her a few along the way to lubricate her mouth for later.

  After the show, everyone comes straight to the bar and takes a shot. It’s been another successful night.

  “Hey, Keaton. I’m taking off for a bit.” I nod over to the redhead.

  He laughs. “Go get her, cowboy!” He makes a lasso gesture in the air.

  I grab the redhead’s hand and pull her down the corridor out the back and into my office.

  “So, tell me… what’s your name?” I ask, just to be polite.

  “Clarissa,” she whispers.

  “Clarissa. I like that. Now, you were telling me you want a ride on this cowboy.”

  She giggles. “I sure do.”

  I don’t hesitate. I push her against the door and kiss her. She’s an okay kisser, but I don’t care, I just want to fuck her and move on.

  She moans. God, she’s making a lot of noise. I run my hands down her body and in between her legs.

  “Oh, you’re wet for me already. You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” I say, rubbing between her legs.

  I don’t have time for any preliminaries; I want to be inside her hot, sweet, pussy.

  Reaching back, I get a condom out of my pocket and roll it on my big, hard cock. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yeah, I sure am. I want to ride you, cowboy.”

  I lie down on the rug and turn her away from me. If she wants to ride me then she’s going to do a reverse cowboy on me. I don’t even need to kiss her or look at her face. All I get to see from that view is her delightful pussy moving up and down my cock, and her fine arse bouncing up and down.

  After impaling herself on me, she starts to move slowly.

  “Don’t go slow, I don’t have all night. Fuck me, Clarissa. Ride me hard.” If she decides to go slow then I will be grabbing her hips and controlling her movements.

  She doesn’t disappoint and starts fucking my cock like it’s the last thing she’s going to do.

  “Oh my God, Hunter. Everything they say about you is so true. You are fucking huge.”

  I laugh to myself. I know the rumours; most of them I started myself just to keep myself amused.

  She starts slowing down; she’s getting tired. I grab her hips and use her pussy to wank myself off. It doesn’t take too long before I feel her orgasm around my cock, squeezing me and taking every drop I have. I follow soon after and slam her down hard when I pulse and cum inside her.

  She tries to flop down onto my chest, but because I’m a bastard, I lift her off me and place her down on the floor. I already know I want to move on tonight and not go home with her.

  We dress in silence, then when we’re ready, I give her a kiss and take her back to the bar. I don’t say anything to her for the rest of the night.

  It’s nearly closing time when I notice a girl watching me. I’m used to women staring at me, but this woman is different. She’s beautiful, demurely dressed, and she looks shy. She also looks familiar, but I don’t know her. Well, I’m going to change that.

  I walk over to where she’s sitting with a friend, she’s blushing and looking anywhere but at me.

  “Hey,” she says as I stand next to them.

  “Hey. Are you ladies having fun tonight?”

  “Erm, yeah. It’s not our usual night out, but I was hoping I might bump into you again.”

  Again? It slowly comes back to me. This is the girl I talked to last night in the gardens on the promenade and the girl I saw earlier today. What the fuck was her name? How could I forget?

  “Well, this is my place, so it’s a good place to find me.” I smile.

  She giggles. “I just wanted to say thank you for last night. Finn was out of order and I dumped him when I got home. Thank you for stopping and checking I was okay. That was really kind of you.”

  I hunch down so I’m at her level. I want to see her beautiful face. When she turns her head to look directly at me, I can’t talk. She’s absolutely stunning. How could I forget her?

  “I don’t like any man to treat a woman like that. You have a right to say no and he should respect that. It sounded like he wasn’t going to take your answer either way. Not my place to step in, but I couldn’t just walk away.”

  “Well, I really appreciate it. He was getting really handsy. He wasn’t happy that I dumped him, but you made me realise that I don’t need to do something I don’t want to do.”

  “Absolutely, and don’t ever let anyone do that.”

  “Scar, are we staying or shall we go?” her friend says.

  I look from one to the other. “I’ll get you a free shot if you stay a bit longer. We’ll be closing soon, so what’s another drink?”

  They look at each other and nod their heads. I reluctantly walk away and make them a shot each. When I get to their table, I take out a chair and sit down. “So, I’m Hunter. Who are you two lovely ladies?”

  The gorgeous girl smiles. “I’m Scarlett, but you already know that.”

  Scarlett, of course. I remember thinking of her when I went to bed last night. What a gorgeous name.

  “I’m Erin,” her friend says, and it takes all my willpower to turn my head and smile at her. It means leaving Scarlett’s beautiful face, but somehow I manage.

  “I don’t think I’ve see you girls in here before. Are you on holiday or something?” I look from one to the other.

  Scarlett blushes. “No, we live here, but this is our first time in here.” She looks
around and I follow her eyes and see what she’s looking at. There are couples kissing and making out all over the place. “It’s not really our style, to be honest.”

  It’s like I’m looking at it with fresh eyes. It makes the place look tacky, which is not what I want from Mixology. It’s supposed to be high class and stylish, not a dive.

  I look at her. “Really? And why is that?”

  Erin speaks first, “We don’t do random hook-ups and this place is known for them.”

  Random hook-ups. They’re the ones I love the most.

  Scarlett is looking at me. She takes her bottom lip into her mouth and bites it. God, my cock is instantly hard. She really is something else and out of my league for sure.

  “It’s not that we don’t hook-up,” she says, still staring at me. “It’s just that we don’t have to get drunk and parade ourselves to get them.”

  I think she likes me. They’ve warned me that they don’t do random though.

  “Scarlett!” Erin shouts at her.

  They seem to be saying things to each other purely by the look in their eyes. Scarlett blushes.

  Okay, this chick is making me as hard as a fucking rock. I either need to hit on her or move on because I need to ease the pain in my trousers.

  “I’ve got to go and finish up. If you girls want to stay for a lock in, just keep sitting there. I’ll make sure Zac doesn’t kick you out.”

  They nod their heads as I walk away. I hope they stay. I really want to get to know Scarlett a bit better, but I don’t think they will. They’re not that type.

  After about ten minutes, I see them arguing and then they both get up and leave. As they’re heading out the door, Scarlett turns and smiles at me, then she raises her hand and gives me a little wave. She looks vulnerable and I want to take her in my arms and hold her tight. Where the fuck did that thought come from? I wave back at her. She blushes then leaves.

  “What the fuck? Were you waving at that chick?” Keaton asks, laughing his head off.

  “Fuck off. She waved first.”

  “She is so far out of your league, Hunter. She doesn’t do random, you can just tell. She is relationship material if I ever saw it, and we all know you don’t do relationships.” He slaps me on the shoulder and walks off.

  He’s right. I don’t do relationships. I tried that once when I was in University, and boy, did that backfire on me.

  Chapter Three

  Slippery Nipple

  1/2oz Sambuca, ½ Oz Baileys, Grenadine

  Groaning, I roll over in the bed. My head really hurts. That might have something to do with the lock in we had last night. There was just us James’ there, but we sure know how to party. It was after four when we locked the doors and made our way home. It was another successful night. This singles week has really taken off and I saw a lot of people making out and leaving together.

  Zac only stayed for one drink after closing and clear up. I have to admit, I’m worried about him. He used to be so much fun and then he went to London and earned a fortune, but he came back a broken man. He’s never been the same since Erika. I remember going to London, and what I found was not Zac. He wasn’t the brother I loved. He is coming around slowly, but he’s still a very angry man, which is why he makes the best doorman in town, although we do have to sometimes stop him from going too far and losing his license.

  Climbing out of bed slowly, I sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes to get my equilibrium back. It’s a gorgeous day and I walk straight out onto my balcony to see what’s going on. It’s lunchtime already as I’ve slept late, as usual. There are a few people on the beach, some surfers, and I wonder if one of them is Keaton. He goes surfing as often as he can. He’s training for the next championship somewhere.

  I find myself thinking about Scarlett and wonder what she’s doing today. Is she working? Does she work? I didn’t take her number so I can’t find out. That frustrates me no end.

  I’m just stretching when my buzzer rings. I wander over and press the button. “Hello.”

  “Hunter, man. Let me in.” It’s Ed; he sounds like he’s in a hurry. I open the door for him and wait for him to come up in the lift.

  As soon as he walks in, he looks like he’s been rushing. “What’s going on?”

  “Have you been to Mixology today?” he asks, then looks down at me standing with just my boxers on. “I take that as a no.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Someone tried to break in last night.”

  “What the fuck?” I go into my bedroom, put on some jeans, and pull a t-shirt over my head. Ed is behind me.

  “We have never had a break in in all the years you’ve had it.” Ed says, clearly disturbed. It’s like he isn’t telling me everything.

  “There’s more to this, isn’t there?” I ask, looking at him while putting my boots on.

  “They couldn’t get in the back door because of the security system we have, but they made a mess out the back.”

  I pick up my leather jacket, and as I’m putting it on, I ask, “Like what? Come on, Ed. Spit it out!”

  “They left some graffiti that said, ‘She’s mine!’ and smashed up the empty bottles in the yard out the back.”

  “Fuck!” I storm over to the door and we get into the lift and make our way out to the car park. “Who are they referring to?”

  “Who knows, but I’m guessing it’s aimed at you. Maybe you messed with the wrong woman the last couple of nights. Maybe one of them was taken or something.”

  “Listen, I don’t ask the girl her relationship status before I fuck her. That’s her concern, not mine.”

  “I knew your whoring around would come and haunt you one day.”

  I stop and turn around. “Well, you used to do the whoring around too, Ed, and if my memory serves me right, you were worse than me.”

  He puts his hands up in the air. “Fair point.”

  I jump on my bike. “See you down there.”

  Ed appears about five minutes after me, and when I jump off the bike, I immediately see the carnage from last night. I take out my phone and ring Skylar.

  “Morning, Hunter,” he says when he answers the phone. “What’s up?”

  “Someone tried to break in last night and when they couldn’t get in, they trashed the back. Any chance you can come in and check the security cameras for me? It’s your technology that kept them out of the building. Thanks.”

  “Yeah, no worries. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

  Next I ring Ainsley. She is going to be so pissed.

  “Hey, Hunter.”

  “Ains, can you come down to Mixology? We had an attempted break in last night.”

  I hear her jump out of bed. “No worries, Hunter. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  I know Keaton will be surfing so I don’t ring him. I’ll chat to him when he’s at home.

  If I ring Zac, he’ll be pissed and will be out looking for whoever did this. But then again, I need him to know who it is so he doesn’t let them inside.

  “Hunter. What do you want?” Zac says when he answers his phone.

  “I need you down at Mixology straight away.”

  “Okay,” he says and then hangs up.

  Even though Zac is the one brother who isn’t as happy go lucky as the rest of us, he is certainly loyal. He doesn’t even know what I need him for, but he will turn up and help out.

  It’s about half an hour before they’re all here and we stand looking around at the mess.

  “Fuckers,” Ainsley says, then she turns to look at me. “This is someone who is not happy with you for stealing his girl, at a guess.”

  “Why the fuck are you blaming me? Keaton has been whoring himself too, you know? And who says it’s not Skylar?”

  Everyone turns to look at Skylar and we all start laughing. Skylar is the furthest you can get from a whore. I don’t even think I’ve ever seen him with a girl.

  “Fuck off, all of you.” He turns to look at me. “Do you want m
y help or not?”

  “Of course I do, mate. Sorry.”

  We take photos and then when we get inside, Skylar goes into the office to check the security cameras. We all huddle around him as he fast forwards and finds the time of the attack.

  It looks like it happened only half an hour after we left last night.

  “I wonder if they were watching us leave,” Zac says.

  “It looks like it,” Skylar says.

  He scrolls through the scene in slow motion so we can see a guy and his mate attempt to break in.

  “Can you zoom in on his face so we can see who this fucker is?” Zac asks.

  Skylar tries to zoom in, but it’s too pixelated. “Does anyone recognise him?”

  We scrutinize the picture. To be honest, it could be anyone. I just wish we could get a clearer picture of him and his mate.

  “I’ll see if I can clean the picture up while you guys clear up the mess,” Skylar says.

  He starts doing techy things with the computer, so we leave him to it.

  “Right,” Ainsley says. “Let’s clear up. Hunter and Ed, you can scrub the graffiti, and Zac, you can clear the glass up. I’m going to ring the police and get them down here.”

  “Do we really need to involve the cops? They might start to think we’re trouble and we don’t need them coming in here every five minutes,” I say.

  “Right. Okay.” She walks inside while we all get organised and start clearing up.

  An hour later, it’s all clean and there is no trace of damage or graffiti. Skylar comes out of the office to check how we’ve done and says, “I have tidied it up, but I don’t recognise them.”

  “Come on then. Let’s see if any of us recognise them,” I say, walking into Mixology.

  Skylar does his stuff and then a close up, cleaned up image sits on the screen. We all scrutinize the screen again.

  Everyone shakes their heads, but he looks a little familiar to me. I can’t place him, but I’ve definitely seen him before.