Hunter (The Fractured Fairytale Series)

by J. A. Wynters

  I finish off, dry, and get back into my room. Her gaze drifts along my naked torso where water droplets slide down to the towel wrapped around my hips. Her tongue darts out and she licks her lower lip and everything inside me tightens. No. This was a once-off thing. We both know it.

  “Shower is all yours, I left you a clean towel.” I go for casual. She needs to know we’re done. I’ve done casual a million fucking times, so this should be easy. Except for some reason it’s not.

  Her face drops and her head tips a little as she stands and walks past me and out of the room. A second later I hear the click of the bathroom door before the pipes come alive. I stare at my door reminding myself why I can’t go in there and instead get dressed.

  I wait for her in the lounge. She’s back in her oversized suit and her wet hair is slicked back, up in its bun. Everything is back where it belongs.

  We get back into the car, the silence that we fell into back at the house follows us and sits between us like a passenger.

  I clear my throat. “What did Daryl say?”

  “He was pissed off.”

  My hand tightens around the steering wheel. I hate the way he treats her; guys like him need a good smacking to remind them of their place. “Look, I’ll come inside with you and we’ll tell—”

  “No.” Her hand on my thigh shuts me up and my eyes snap to it before returning to the road.

  “Don’t let him—”

  “No. It's not what you think.”

  I suck in a calming breath before grinding out my question, “Ok. So why is he pissed off?”

  “He needed me to organise an Uber for one of his “dates.” One of the other guys helped him out.”

  I frown. “And Izabel?”

  Her hands fist on her lap, “He forgot to tell me he had a courier pick it up. She was delivered to the house this morning.”

  “What about his ‘With. Your. Life’ bullshit?” She smiles at my imitation of Daryl, then shrugs.

  “You’ll have to ask him.”

  I nod and watch the road. A few hours ago, I was pissed off with the guy for sending me on this fool’s errand, but after my afternoon with Emily, I’m happy to let it go—just this once.

  12

  Hunter

  I nurse my aching head and exhale as my shift winds down. We’re finally back at the house and Daryl has been giving me the run around all day. He doesn't seem to understand the concept of a bodyguard keeping him safe. He wanders off, vanishes and plays twisted, stupid games of hide and seek. I’m at my wits end with this guy. I’m too tired for his shit. I need some fresh air, but the air is hot and stifling. My shirt clings to my body with sweat and my jeans feel too tight. Fuck it, my own skin feels too tight. All I need is a cold shower, a cold beer and a good night’s sleep.

  I sign off, ending my shift and make a move towards my car. Except that I don't feel like going home and being alone there angry and frustrated. Instead, my legs just start walking back towards the house and the next thing I know I'm outside Emily’s door, knocking.

  She opens the door, her long hair bounces around her shoulders and she's wearing a sexy pyjama top that’s cropped just above her belly, and tiny sleep shorts that barely cover her ass. “I don't know what I’m doing here,” I say as my eyes keep drawing to that exposed sliver of skin.

  I shouldn't be here; I should just turn away and leave but there’s nowhere else I want to be. She steps aside wordlessly and lets me in. I fall onto her bed on my back and rub my palms into my eyes. “I don't know how you do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “Put up with him.”

  “Sometimes you have to wade through a little bit of shit to get what you want.”

  “And what do you want?” My curiosity piques.

  “I want you to get off my bed and go shower, you stink.”

  “Harsh.” She’s not wrong. Running around like a headless chicken in this humidity had me sweating all day. As I peel myself off her bed and walk over to her en-suit, I realised she never answered my question.

  Showers are underrated. This one feels incredible. My hot angry skin relaxes and a sense of relief takes over me. I grab one of her bottles and notice it’s a brand I know, it’s expensive. Very expensive. I shower and dry myself off, eyeing everything else in the bathroom. Daryl must pay her very well. As I pat myself down I think about her sensible shoes and oversized suits - they’re tailored and measured but have been made to make her look drab. A contradiction to the diamond earrings she wore at the gala, and that sexy as hell dress. Most PAs I know don’t earn enough to afford an outfit like that. Then again, Daryl might be giving her some perks or maybe it was all rented. But then there were those lyrics she bid on.

  I mull this over as I wrap the towel around my waist and grab my clothes not wanting to get back into them, then saunter back into the room. Emily is perched on her bed, legs crossed, leaning over her laptop. She looks up at me and red blooms on her cheeks. I like this effect on her much better than the usual sour faces I bring out in her.

  I set my clothes aside and lay on her bed, hand tucked behind my damp hair as I study the screen. She’s reading through a contract, her eyes focused, the tips of her fingers feathering over her lips. She’s in her element.

  “You never answered my question,” I say

  “Hmmm?” She turns to look at me and I know she wasn’t listening at all “I’m almost done.”

  I nod and she turns back to the screen. I lay there in silence for a full second before my fingers find their way onto her knee and start a long slow journey upwards along her soft exposed skin. She slaps my hand away, never looking away from the screen.

  Undeterred, my fingers brush over her thigh again, goosebumps explode on her skin and this garners me a long, irritated look. I smirk at Emily as she removes my hand for a second time and returns to her screen. She looks fucking beautiful when she pouts.

  I can’t help it now. I need a reaction. I want her full attention; she’s certainly got mine. My knuckles find her skin again, and I run them along her thigh—god she feels good. Her head whips around and her eyes blaze.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting your attention,” I smirk. Fuck she’s stunning when she pretends she doesn’t like me.

  “I need to finish my work.”

  “Later.” I run my hand back down to her knee and she shivers under my touch.

  “Hunter, I need to do this.”

  “And I need you to answer my question.” Her gaze slices to mine.

  She sighs, her gaze leaves my face and rakes along my naked torso, “If I answer your question will you let me finish my work?”

  I give her a two-finger salute, “Scout’s honour.” I finish with a smirk.

  She rolls her eyes, “What question?”

  My fingers tickle her thigh uninhibited, perfectly smooth skin that screams for me to take more. “Tell me what you want, Emily.”

  “Right now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right now I want you to shut up.”

  I’m about to protest when she straddles me in a swift move and her mouth finds mine, her tongue slips into my mouth and dances around, her hands creep up my neck plunging into my hair. My hands land on her hips and my fingers dig into those perfectly toned thighs. She gasps, breaking our kiss, “Hunter.”

  I love the way my name sounds on her lips, and I silence her with another kiss before she says anything else. Her hips begin to move gently against my hardening cock. Her mouth teases mine and her hips sink and rise till I groan with mounting frustration. I want more. I need more. I rip the shirt from her body and cup her breasts, rolling my thumbs over her nipples. She bites my lower lip in response and I hiss into her mouth.

  Her mouth sinks to my neck, her teeth biting into my flesh dragging out against the skin. It's brutal, it’s maddening. It’s Emily.

  She grips my towel and rips it open. My hard cock jerks between us as she tears away her tiny shorts and resumes her pos
ition. Her warm pussy sends me reeling as she glides over me, so wet and hot. My cock swells and strains, and I groan desperately wanting to be inside her.

  “Emily,” I groan and dig my fingers into her flesh. I’ve had enough of her games.

  She kisses me again, a sly smile plays on her lips and her hungry eyes burn into mine. She grabs my cock, lines herself up, and ever so slowly sinks down onto me. I exhale almost in relief, except it's the opposite of what I feel. I’m feeling unhinged, watching her body move in a beautiful dance above mine, the way her breasts ripple between strands of long hair and her pouty mouth glistens.

  I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my arms around her and push up onto my knees, pressing her to my chest, my tongue flicks out and I catch her lips as I sink in deeper into her. She lets out a sweet, decadent sound that has my body tightening and my need more desperate. Her fingers rip into my shoulders as I dictate the pace, thrusting brutally into her.

  Her thighs slap against mine, her breasts bounce with her movements and her head whips back. Fuck she is stunning, like a violent, beautiful earthquake. Everything shifts—her face, her body, her voice. Her breath comes out in hot sharp pants, and I’m so close.

  My fingers dig into her as she pounds above me, her back arcs and her moans turn into desperate keening sounds that feed my own pleasure. My hips jerk up to meet her battering pace, and my greedy fingers glide up her stomach to roll over her nipples.

  Her head snaps back and she cries out while quivering above me. Hands clutch my back and she grinds me into her with a jarring pulsing climax. Her tight pussy clenches around me and I explode with a shattering orgasm, convulsing violently with her as she drags me deeper still.

  We stay there for a few moments, catching our breaths, my head nestled in the crook of her neck, her tousled hair tickling my face. I find her lips and kiss her, finding my breath, enjoying the feel of her soft lips on mine. I weave my hands through the loose strands and gather her hair deepening the kiss. Fuck. I love the way she tastes and the way that her lips and body feel against me. I break the kiss on that thought. It’s not a good one to have, not when all I needed was to wind down. I’m not looking for anything else.

  Emily smiles at me. She’s stunning all wild and sweet, with her post-sex hair and sweaty sheen making her body glow. Shit.

  She gets off me and I collapse onto the bed, stretching my burning muscles. She lays down beside me, her head on my chest. My hand automatically wraps around her even though I know I should get dressed and leave. Instead, my fingers travel along her naked back and her hot breath tickles my chest while her fingers draw lines between my abs. Like we’re mapping one another, learning one another—and it needs to stop. But maybe later. Cause right now, this feels too good, and I’m too tired to go anywhere.

  13

  Hunter

  I wake up before the alarm with Emily in my arms. It’s new and has been happening more often than not over the past week. Every time my shift ends I consider going home. But no matter how hard I try my legs carry me to her door, into her arms, to the soft feel of her skin and the delicious taste of her body. I’m insatiable.

  I shift a little and she murmurs in her sleep, sliding away from me. I tighten my grip, keeping her close. She nuzzles into my chest and I catch the scent of her hair, some tropical combination, but not overly sweet—subtle and delicate, like her. It’s easy to lie here in the quietness. Listening to her breathe, feeling her warmth against me, and telling myself that this is the most convenient arrangement I’ve ever had. I don’t have to stand outside some door and go to a smelly fucking cubicle to have my cock sucked. No, Emily is a master at that and last night she introduced me to a new art form. My cock hardens thinking about her mouth wrapped around me, her pouty lips as they swallowed up my shaft and drew back slowly, teasing me mercilessly. I bite my lower lip to keep from groaning as images of Emily compound with the feel of her in my arms.

  She must feel my body stiffen and shift as she moans a little before opening her eyes. The hair is stuck to her face and small wrinkles of sleep gather around her puffy, sleepy eyes. Her brow gathers in a slight frown and she moans, “It’s still early.”

  “Go back to sleep,” I whisper but she rolls away from me and stretches. Slender arms over her head as her back arches and a purr spills from her lips. Fuck she’s beautiful.

  “Who can sleep with you tossing and turning non-stop?”

  I draw her back to me, wanting to feel her skin against mine, “Not my fault, you make it so hard for me to stay still”

  She tries to slap me away, feeling my erection against the soft curve of her ass. “Hunter.” She moans my name, trying to sound grumpy but utterly failing.

  “Mm-hmm?” I murmur against her neck, laying a kiss on her soft skin.

  “Go away.” She pretends and rolls towards me.

  “Make me,” I whisper to her before kissing her. It’s a soft gentle touch of our lips that has my body burning. I flip her onto her back and settle between her legs, I’m already lightheaded and drunk on the delicate scent of her skin.

  I slide inside her easily, her warmth enveloping me instantly and I sigh, almost relieved. Catching her lips with mine, I move in her, calm strokes. I want her with me. Her caramel eyes locked on mine, the thrill of it thrums from my body.

  I’m slow, taking my time with her. I want her writhing in pleasure. I want to be the man she sees in me. the one I’m not even sure is in there.

  She claws at my back saying my name in a long, slow exhale and a shiver wracks through my body as her hips roll to meet mine, making desire run deep into my veins. She’s so fucking beautiful when she wants me.

  I drag my cheek against hers, my whiskers rasping against her smooth skin, and line up our faces, the way she is looking at me is anything but cold, but as soon as I see that flash of heat her head rolls back and her body arches towards me lengthening the graceful curves of her neck accentuating the hollows above her collarbones begging my teeth to sink into her flesh. And they do, grazing the skin, tasting her.

  I speed up, my breaths quicken and I pull her closer to me, I need to be deeper inside her. The hunger in her breath turns my need from primitive to dangerous, from gentle to savage. I mould her into me as I pound into her, swallowing her moans, fucking her hard, owning her, making her mine, watching her body light up for me. Her orgasm comes hard and brutal. She clenches against me, digging into my back, calling out my name, dragging my pleasure till I cum hard inside her, riding her waves of pleasure.

  I collapse into her heaving chest and kiss the spot between her breasts before I roll away from her. If I’m not careful I could get used to this—to her waking up tangled in my arms and saturating me with her sweet smells and intoxicating body. She lifts up on an elbow and kisses me before her face breaks into a smile. Sliding out of the bed, she saunters into the bathroom with her rounded ass on display. A minute later the taps come to life in her en-suite, and I remind myself that I’m only here because it’s convenient, that having Emily in my arms is just a way to release all my tension after working with her boss all day. I then remind myself that she’s naked in the shower, and I throw the blanket off me and I go join her.

  It’s a rare day off that I plan to enjoy in full, right after I finish taking care of some crucial life admin. Having stayed with Emily the last week meant I had a pile of washing to get through, layers of dust to contend with, and a fridge emptier than Wolf’s head. But as I think about the chores waiting for me at home, Emily’s ass snuggles against me and erases any other thoughts.

  I kiss her neck and she murmurs a sleepy good morning. I love the way she takes forever to wake up—fighting sleep, snatching every last fragment of her dreams before she forces her eyes open to face another day.

  I should get going, but I don’t want to leave this bed. Instead, I snake my arms around her and pull her closer to me.

  She snuggles back into me, her body doing dangerous things to mine. “Didn't you say something about
needing to get things done today?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Suddenly, the only thing I want to do today is her.

  “Then shouldn’t you get going?” She purrs against me as my hand slithers up her torso and finds her breasts.

  “Are you trying to get rid of me?” I whisper into her ear before laying a kiss on her shoulder.

  She half turns towards me and throws me a sexy smile, “You can stay, for now.”

  “For now?” I pinch her nipple, making her scream and jump in my arms half surprised, half delighted.

  “Hunter!” She giggles and squirms in my arms, and I can’t get enough of that sound, of the feel of her against me. She turns to me and studies my face as if she is mulling something over, “Do you want to do something today, like go out and see a show or something?”

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  “Daryl can manage a day without me.”

  “Can he though?”

  She giggles and the sound makes every bit of me come alive. I put it down to the massive erection I’m sporting. “He’ll be fine.” She kisses me gently before dragging my lower lip between her teeth.