Hunter (The Fractured Fairytale Series)

by J. A. Wynters

  “Yeah.” I give her a quick peck before I begrudgingly release her.

  She opens the door. Wolf is there blocking it with his oversized frame while two of the three security guards bounce up and down in front of him, their faces set somewhere between fear and anger. The relief is instantaneous but brief, as they hurl questions at her. She assures them she is fine and when she asks Wolf to step out of the way, they want to charge into the room to face me. They weigh up the odds of the two of them against the two of us and keep asking Emily if she is ok, if she feels safe or requires assistance.

  When she reassures them enough, they glare at Wolf and me a few more times before leaving the room.

  Emily’s eyes flash between Wolf, Red and me who all stand huddled by the doorway.

  “Thanks,” I say to Wolf and Red hoping they know how much I appreciate the time they bought me, but also that they now need to leave me with my girl so I can keep explaining how I feel. Naked.

  “Sure thing,” Wolf’s smug face splits with a grin, “is it my turn with her now then?”

  Without missing a beat Emily looks into his big eyes and asks, “Are you talking to him or me?” While Red elbows him in the ribs. He recoils and bursts out laughing, I glare at my best mate while holding back my own laughter. I don't even have to say anything, Red will punish him later. The thought forces the smile on my face, and it’s Emily who elbows me next.

  “Oi, what did I do?”

  She giggles as she and Red exchange a look.

  “I’m Emilia, but my friends call me Emily.”

  Red smiles at her, “Red, I'm this idiot’s sister.” Her head tips in my direction.

  Emily nods, “He’s told me about you.”

  “All lies I’m sure.”

  “Probably.” They laugh at my expense and Wolf’s grin just keeps getting wider. I’ll deal with him later.

  “So... thanks for your help,” I say again, flicking my eyes and tipping my head towards the door. They all ignore me as Red and Emily keep talking and Wolf is seconds away from bursting into full-on laughter as he keeps his eyes on me and my growing frustration. We both know all he has to do is put his hand over Red’s shoulder and lead her out of the room, but he doesn’t. He’s enjoying this way too much. I suck in a deep breath and calm myself with all the ways I’m going to hurt him.

  Somewhere in the building a boom echoes. Daryl must have finally taken the stage.

  Red turns to Wolf and he nods, his face softening. She turns back to Emily, “I’m going to go watch the show, it was nice meeting you.”

  She pulls her into an embrace, and I see her lips moving while she whispers into her ear. Emily nods and gives her a beautiful, shy smile as she releases her.

  Red and Wolf finally leave the room and I stalk Emily. She backs up till her back hits the wall and I’m on her in a second. Finally, I can have her. Except that there’s another knock on the door and I rip my lips from hers, “What?”

  The PA is back, he looks flustered. He bounces slightly on his toes and he’s chewing his lip like it’s a piece of gum. His eyes flash from me to Emily and back to me. “What?” I growl at him, and he turns his attention back to his boss,

  “I’m so sorry Miss Stark, but the fans have been waiting. It’s in your contract that you have to—”

  I groan as Emily nods, “Give me five minutes George, I just want to fix my makeup.”

  Emily pushes me away and I roll along the wall, my head hitting the plaster with a thud as I stare at her ass. “Fuck,” I groan again as Emily makes her way to the vanity and starts playing with her hair and makeup.

  My body aches and my impatient cock twitches in my boxers.

  When she is done she stands up and saunters over. She flattens me with a look before pushing up and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Don't go anywhere.” She warns me before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

  Emily

  I’m elated and exhausted. I didn’t expect to have so many people hanging around wanting my signature. The adrenaline of the day begins to wear off, and I know Hunter is waiting for me in my dressing room. My body tingles thinking about him. I’ve missed him so much, missed his touch, missed the way his body makes mine feel.

  But if he thinks he can just waltz in and erase all his words with some grand gesture and declaration of love, he’s mistaken. Isn’t he? My heart throbs and aches. I've been wanting this for so long, him for so long. But the hurt tinkers inside me, splintering the hope I want to build. What if all it is are words? Transient feelings? My heart will crumple. I don't know if I can help myself around him.

  But then I think about the lyrics. He paid attention. He knew where to find them and he outbid me at a significant cost. He went out of his way, he wanted me to have something that I love. As much as I love him. He showed up. He’s here and I’m the one who's given him endless speeches about vulnerability and taking chances, maybe it's time to take my own advice.

  I walk into the room, and before I have a chance to say anything, I’m in his arms and his lips seal around mine, stealing my breath.

  “What took you so long?” he growls, his hot breath skates over my neck followed by his tongue and teeth, leaving behind a heated trail of desire.

  I lick my lips, my hands already buried in his hair. I don't know what took so long and I don't care, I've already forgotten about all those other people out there. They don't matter, only we matter.

  His body pushes mine and leads me to the sofa lounged against the wall, where we fall in a heap.

  “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His gruff voice sears my skin and need overwhelms me.

  “I’ve missed you too,” I whimper as he lays another kiss on my neck, his hands already tugging at my shirt. I let him rip it from my body and he throws it carelessly somewhere in the room.

  “I’m going to remind you what you’ve been missing, and when I’m done, all your fans will know my name.”

  Heat singes my face and burns my ears, flooding my body with desire. “Hunter.” He smiles at the mention of his name, tears at my clothes and pushes me onto the soft sofa. His eyes track my naked body as he rips off his shirt and pulls down his jeans and boxers in one movement, releasing his hard cock. I can’t help but look, catching myself licking my lips. He is a masterpiece of strength and muscles.

  He falls to his knees in front of me and painfully, slowly his graceful fingers trace my body, leaving behind blazing trails of want. Goosebumps erupted along my skin and my nipples harden, aching with need. His touch makes my skin feel alive like it’s separate to the rest of me. I whimper as he touches everywhere but the places I want him most. A long torture that plays with my sanity.

  “Hunter,” I breathe out his name and he smirks. All your fans will know my name.

  His mouth on my skin is like fire. The gentle kiss lands just above my right hip bone. I gasp at the sensation and have no time to think as the next one follows and then another. And I feel everything. Plump, warm lips, that I’ve missed so much that have learned my body and know what it needs.

  He kisses every inch of my skin, avoiding the places that so desperately ache for him. Even when I arch he ignores me. Kissing my neck and tracing my collar bone with his tongue, nipping at my navel and my ankles till he rips my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs. His harsh bristles scratch my skin. Still, he skips over my aching pussy, and I groan, unravelling.

  “Hunter…” I moan out his name, imploring. Begging.

  He groans with the first lash of his tongue and my body jerks at the exquisite sensation. My body aches for him to have another. And he does.

  His tongue swirls and circles my clit, and my fingers claw into his scalp. I feel his smile against my skin while his tongue continues to lavish my clit. He holds down my thighs, his fingers digging into me as my pleasure builds. Whimpers rip from my mouth as my body quivers and tightens. His hand creeps along my navel and up towards my breast, the sensation painfully good. I arch into his touch and the light str
oke sets my body on fire, tipping me over the edge. Pleasure bleeds into every inch of me. I cry out as it rips through my body and washes over me. Hunter’s tongue and hands tease and stoke and lick while I grind into him, until the very last wave.

  His body crawls over mine slowly, leaving behind gentle kisses over my body. He takes a nipple into his mouth and groans, sending shivers across my body. He takes his time. His tongue, his lips, his teeth all pull and tug and taunt my aching nipples till tears gather in my eyes and a new ache builds between my legs.

  “Please,” I beg him, suffering through frustration,

  He kisses his way up to my neck, “Did you miss me?” he whispers, his breath fanning my ear as he lays a kiss on my shoulder.

  “Yes.” My pulse drums against my throat a second before his lips brush over my own. His tongue touches the seam of my lips and vanishes, leaving behind a whisper of a taste. My taste.

  He pulls me off the couch and puts me on my knees, then nudges my head onto the sofa. He leans forward, his large body caging mine. The hair on his chest tickles my skin. His hands cord around me like chains drawing me to him, moulding me to him like we’re one. I know this is where I belong, in his arms. It’s where I’ve always belonged.

  One of his hands slips between my thighs, ripping a moan from my mouth. I grind against the pressure of his fingers on my clit. My need for him is a hungry craving. He feels it. He knows what I want.

  I expect it, and yet I whimper when his fingers slide into me. So easily. His fingers swirl and his hard cock digs into my ass as he presses against me making sure I know how hard he is.

  “I’ve missed you too, Emily.” His husky voice rumbles in my ear as his fingers circle my clit ever so slowly teasing, leaking tension into my body instead of relief.

  Before I have a chance to respond, he lines up his cock and slams into me. I cry out. The line between pleasure and pain, a thin, delicious blur. He stills inside me for a beat, his chest expands with his sharp intake of breath and a low growl which makes my heart kick up.

  My body trembles, his unrelenting fingers circle my clit and his cock ploughs into me. He assumes all my senses, weakening me, breaking me, tormenting me, making me his with every second. I drown in him.

  He steals my breath with every move, with every swivel of his fingers, every thrust of his cock. A hungry desire to fall over the precipice grips me. He’s unrelenting, ravaging me. Marking me. Reminding me of everything I’ve missed.

  Hunter sets a brutal pace. I can’t help but push back to meet his thrusts. I moan for him, meeting him thrust for thrust, needing all of him deeper harder. He makes me burn. I moan for him as my orgasm builds, my head falls against his hard chest.

  “Fuck Emily.” His thrusts are erratic now, his fingers stroke my clit. My senses reel and my breath halts as my vision darkens. The edge has never felt so sharp, so steep.

  And then with a final brutal slam, my orgasm smashes me to pieces. “Hunter,” I call out his name as I cum, and my pussy grinds against him as he jerks inside me, burying himself deeper as I squeeze around him.

  He holds me till the last shudders fall away and my erratic breathing settles and my body feels like it might belong to me again, like gravity has remembered to pull it back down.

  “Hunter.” My voice sounds foreign, wrecked and needy.

  “I love you.” His raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine, his hot breath fanning the crock of my neck. My heart chugs and emotion clogs my throat.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Hunter

  The doorbell rings and Emily shrieks, “They're here.”

  I can't help but smile as she runs out of the room. I look around at our suitcases, they line the floor like a deformed caterpillar. Two are mine, the rest are hers. Daryl's world tour kicks off next week, and with her success during all his UK gigs, he’s taking her along for the ride.

  Of course, she needed her own personal bodyguard and who better than me? I’m going to guard her body with my life, keeping it close. My cock jerks to life as I start to imagine all the ways her body will need protecting—from me.

  My thoughts are interrupted by the voices downstairs. I sigh, adjust, and head down.

  Red looks lovely and is hanging off Emily, who is smiling at her. They are thick as thieves, and this both delights and scares me. My sister’s best friend should not be the woman I’m in love with and roll around naked with. Wolf hangs back, checking out Red’s ass. I hate when he does that, but it’s also reassuring that he only has eyes for her. I know he’ll never hurt her.

  I exchange a hello with them, already wishing they would leave so I can spend the night with Emily, keeping her close and naked. My body craves her like a parched man covets a drink.

  I follow them outside where a table is set for the four of us by the pool. Candles float in the water, shimmering on the surface. A light breeze cools the humid air.

  “Are you all set for tomorrow?” Red asks as she takes her seat between Emily and Wolf.

  “Yeah, I’m petrified.”

  “You’re going to kill it.”

  “Thanks.” Emily blushes and the pink tint on her cheeks makes my cock jerk. I love that side of her, those shy nuances she throws out into the world, and only I get to see it when she unravels. “I’m just sorry I won't be around for your show.”

  “It’s ok. If this one goes well, there will be plenty of others.”

  “If?” Wolf raises an eyebrow. “When,” He states it like it’s a fact and his hand slithers onto my sister's thigh before he leans in and kisses her. I’ve learned to live with his affection towards her. At least he’s learned to tone it down when I'm around. I clear my throat and he reluctantly pulls away from her before winking at me. I grind my teeth, adding yet another transgression to the endless list Wolf will have to pay for. But not tonight. Tonight we celebrate.

  We eat and laugh and talk and drink. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I feel like I have something that’s bigger than me. I’m not skirting the edges, but I’m part of a whole that surrounds me. I have a family and I have love and I’m so fucking happy.

  The girls go off into the house, Red wants to see something of Emily’s and we promised to clear the table while they’re gone.

  When they disappear into the house, Wolf turns to me. “I have something for you.”

  “You? For me?”

  “Yeah.” His face remains serious, “Trust me, you're going to need this.”

  “Trust you?” I quirk an eyebrow as he pulls something out and hands it to me. It’s wrapped delicately in golden paper and a sweet bow. The more I study it, the more suspicious I grow. Wolf keeps his face schooled and neutral, which tells me he is battling hard not to laugh.

  “Thanks.” I set it down on the table and watch his face collapse a little.

  “You should open it.’

  “I will.” I grab my beer and take a sip watching him twitch.

  His eyes keep darting from me to the gift that lies between us, then he shrugs and grabs his own beer like he can’t be fucked what I do. I know he is bothered, but his reaction gets under my skin like he knew it would. The man is an asshole.

  I grip the gift and his lips twitch in a victory smile.

  Fuck it, let’s get this over with.

  I unwrap the present, and as I do, Wolf can no longer contain himself and his smile gets wider and wider as he eyes me ripping through the paper.

  I look from Wolf to the gift then back to Wolf, who is barking out laughter. “Told you you'll need it.” He chocks through bouts of laughter.

  I look at the scented candle in my hand—vanilla and sandalwood. Emily would probably like it, but Wolf can’t know that.

  “Yeah no thanks, I’m not going to go soft like you." I chuck it in his direction and he ducks, the candle missing his head by inches. It clatters on the wooden patio and I hear the plop as it disappears in the pool.

  “What the fuck man? That’s not how you say
thank you for a thoughtful gift.”

  “Thoughtful, my ass.”

  “I think you need to go retrieve it and then say thank you.”

  “I think you can go fuck yourself.”

  In a second we are out of our chairs and onto each other. Adrenaline courses through me as we tangle and wrestle with one another. It feels so familiar, and even as we push and shove and grapple for a dominant position, I realise how fucking happy I am.

  We get nearer to the pool as we push and shove, neither of us is really hitting hard. We won't hurt each other, but there's no way either of us is losing. The girls walk out to find us mid-wrestle.

  “What are you doing?” Emily’s mouth falls open and she looks worried, while Red rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

  “Just let the children work it out.”

  Blood rushed to all my muscles and our egos battle just as much as our bodies. Wolf smirks as he tries to get out of my clinch. We shuffle back and forth, locked in a grappling hold when we both make a move to disconnect and regain position. The action sends us to the edge of the pool where Wolf loses his balance. His hand locks around my shirt and a second later I’m plunged into the cold water.

  I resurface to see Red and Emily standing a few steps away. Wolf is by me and we’re both howling with laughter.

  Red takes a step closer and looks down at Wolf, “Well, get your ass out here. Now I’m going to have to get your big ass home and get you out of those wet clothes.”

  “Don't even pretend you don't want to,” his eyebrows jump up and down, and Red giggles as vomit climbs up my throat.

  “Oi, you mind?”

  “Not at all.” Wolf winks at me before pulling himself out of the pool and pushing my head back under in the process. Water drags off him in sheets, and he rushes my sister, grabbing her in his arms and soaking her through.

  “For fuck sakes, Shaw.”

  “Guess we’re both wet now.” He grins at her wickedly and she shoves him, but nowhere near as hard as she should. Instead, she looks at him in a way I don't want to see.