by Claire Adams
“You surprise me with your promiscuity. I love it.” He placed his hands on my ass cheeks, grinding my wet pussy on his hard cock, slow and hard.
I let out a sweet moan, my heart racing for him. His touch had been my first, and it would be my last as well. Something sparked fireworks inside of me as he popped my ass hard, growling low in his chest. He was done playing around.
I moved my hips harder, rubbing his cock against my soaked and tingling pussy. As I humped harder, his giant cock accidentally penetrated my entrance. He smirked at me and pushed inside, leaving me breathless and stunned from his sudden advances.
He lifted my ass to enable him full control of my body before he moved his hips in a fast motion. His green eyes stayed focused on mine, watching my every move like a hawk hunting for prey. The arduous heat made me lose control, coupled with the rapid and intense thrusts.
Pussy juice began to drip out of my entrance, my entire body shaking from the powerful sensation as I came hard. His ten-inch cock was too difficult to handle, and yet somehow, I was getting the hang of it.
A wave of unexplainable tension in between my legs began to form, waiting to be burst out of its bubble. My body was tensed and vibrating as Hunter pushed in and out like crazy, pumping so hard my tits and ass jiggled.
My pussy convulsed, and my release drenched his body.
After I had squirted, Hunter pushed back inside of me. I was just gathering my strength when he began pumping his hard cock inside of me again, his hands squeezing my ass tightly as he grunted and groaned.
As he thrust in an intensely wild motion, his cock began pulsating once again inside of me. His thick, robust cock was digging my pussy, triggering my G-spot once again. My knees quivered, losing their capacity to support my weight. I wrapped my hands around his neck, finding my balance as I collapsed in his arms, his big cock buried inside of me.
“God, you turn me on, baby.” He pulled me down for a long kiss. “Tell me you don’t want a condom. I want you to feel my release.”
I moaned loudly, loving the thought of it. I’d be okay. We could do it just this one time. “Yes. Do it.”
“Such a good girl.” He moved down and sucked my nipple into his mouth as he popped my ass. I groaned and pumped my hips, milking his cock until he tensed and lost his load deep inside of me.
Hunter gently lifted my body, still panting from the strenuous fuck we just had. He laid down on the couch and pulled me beside him. His hand was on my hip, drawing me to close to him as we rested on the comfy furniture.
“There’s nothing like making love to you, Kylie.” Hunter closed his eyes, still out of breath. My body was limp, but my heart on fire
I stared at him as he continued to pant. God, he was perfect. Every inch of him was flawless. I ran my fingers down his face, caressing him as I admired his gorgeous features.
“Good. I want to be good for you.” I curled up to him and pressed my lips to his, sinking into his hold. I wanted to live like that forever, to be beside him for the rest of my life.
A few minutes of lying there and he’d fallen asleep in my arms. I leaned closer to him, kissing his lips while he slept. He was my everything, and the only thing I wanted and would do anything to get.
I loved him more than I’d ever loved anyone. The thought alone terrified me.
What if he couldn’t love me in return?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
One Week Later
Hunter
“So, where’s Vince? Did he go help Mrs. Tomms and Kylie today?” Garren was cleaning the guns on the glass display. I joined him in his chores, deciding to clean the place while there were no customers around.
It’d been more than a week since mine and Kylie’s night alone. I began to recall how intimate the night was. A different and surreal experience. There was more than lust. There was love. Had she felt it too? I’d asked myself a hundred times since then.
“Yeah, man. He went with Kylie today to help around the convenience store. Mrs. Tomms requested for him to visit too, so I agreed that he could go along with Kylie.” I kept my eyes on the guns. A smile was spreading on my face, delighted by the memories that flashed in my head.
“What’s that nasty smile on your face, man?” I looked at Garren who was smirking at me.
I suppressed my grin, replacing it with a serious expression. Garren was pushing for me to tell him about me and Kylie, but the big, ugly bastard was out of luck.
He crossed his arms beneath his chest, raising his eyebrows as he waited for an explanation. “Well?”
I breathed out. “I’m just happy, man. Don’t I deserve to be happy?”
“Oh, come on. Spit it out, man. Have the balls to say it.”
“I don’t know, Garren. I’m still trying to figure the shit out, okay? Fuck.” I turned to face the other side of the room and busied myself with paperwork.
“You know that you can’t hide that for too long. It’s pretty obvious, man. You’re starting to fall for Kylie.” He moved around to stand in front of me.
I couldn’t help but smile. It was something I had denied as best I could, but there was no escaping it anymore. Loving Kylie was an easy thing to do. She was a cut above the rest. The type of woman men would chase and fight to have.
“Man, I can’t stop myself from caring about her, and you’re right. I think I’m in love with her.” Something like a weight lifted off of me.
He threw his hands in the air. “Fucking finally, you admitted it. That’s just what I was waiting for. Jeez. Why was that so damn hard?”
“Because you’re a cock and reminded me of Linda the last time this came up. Forgive me for not wanting to share my feelings with you, ass hat.” I gave him a knowing look, and he nodded as if he understood. “Anyway, Kylie is a special girl. I haven’t felt like this, ever.”
“Well, then I think that’s great. My only concern is for you, man. You and Vince are my family.” He reached out and gripped my shoulder. “I know you have to understand that.”
“I do, but look at the bigger picture for a minute, man. No one could ever do what she was doing. She’s an outstanding woman. Not too many women out there would sacrifice their time and efforts for someone like me. I have a kid, Garren. It’s not an easy life for her to step into.”
“I agree, brother.” He smiled. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, man. I haven’t really pushed forward with her yet, but I’m going to soon.”
He snorted. “It’s always soon with you, Hunter. Get to it before some other town hunk comes in and does it for you.”
“Fuck you,” I murmured as a smile played on my lips. He was always willing to play Negative Nancy. I should have been used to it by then.
“Not my type, cutie.” He winked at me and walked back to the front of the store, calling over his shoulder. “Just be careful. Promise?”
I didn’t respond. I knew what he was thinking, and I understood it. Perhaps he was right, but it was a hard pill to swallow.
As surprisingly as how she came into our lives, she could leave me and my son anytime. One day, Vince and I could wake up and realize that like Linda, Kylie had slipped out in the night, leaving us forever.
Vince would be crushed into pieces if she left. I would be devastated. Our lives would crumble if she decided that we were no longer important in her life.
But aside from all those things, something deep inside of me believed in her. She would never leave us. I put my trust in her whole heartedly because I didn’t have a choice. I was already too far gone where she was concerned anyway. I was hers…forever.
*
After I had finished up the large pile of paperwork on my desk, I walked back up front to see a regular customer to the store, a guy who loved guns and visited for gun range practice at the back all the time.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around.”
He’d changed from the last time he visited the gun shop. It seemed like he had lost some
weight. Also, the unshaved, dirty beard around his jaw. Despite his changed look, he remained friendly as always. “Good to see you again, Hunter. Things have been quite rough for me these past few months. It’s just now that I found the time to visit and get to practice at the range.” Despite his jolly expression, Mr. Jackson’s eyes were sullen. He seemed like he had been going through something in his life.
“I hope things get better for you. How about Mrs. Jackson? Is she not joining you today?” Upon hearing my question, the man frowned. His expression showed what he really was feeling inside. I bit my lip, guilty of the tactless question I had asked. “Sorry, Mr. Jackson. I did not mean to ask.”
He looked up and offered a sad smile. The gloom behind his eyes reflected whatever pain he had been suffering. “It’s okay, Hunter. I have already moved on.” He looked at me as he forced a smile. “It was difficult to accept, but I finally realized things. By the way, Mrs. Jackson’s no longer with me. We’re officially divorced.”
I pursed my lips, hating myself for getting us into such a depressing conversation. How was it even possible? They were one of the few couples I knew who got along so well. I could still picture how sweet they were every time they visited my shop. I had always idolized them for being a strong, successful couple who had great kids.
“How in the hell did that happen?” My voice was almost a murmur. I was speaking to myself, but my voice was audible enough for him to hear.
“I still don’t know how to answer that question myself. I thought we were happy. Everything was perfect. But one day, she left and never returned again. I could not find her anywhere. It was difficult to find someone who did not want to be found.” He leaned his hand on the case, seeking support to maintain his stance. His voice was shaky and emotional.
I could almost feel the torment he had gone through.
“The next day, she called home, and my son answered. When he gave the phone to me, she told me that we needed to end things. I asked her why, trying my best to make things right. She said nothing and dropped the call instead. She’s never showed up since then. Instead, a package came in that week. When I opened it, it had our divorce papers waiting for my signature.” Mr. Jackson let out a sigh. Still, he managed to show a strong front and forced another weak smile.
“Sorry about that, Mr. Jackson. I shouldn’t have asked. Forgive me?” I reached out and squeezed the older man’s shoulder.
“No, it’s fine, Hunter. I’m already okay with it. It’s just so difficult to think of the reason why she left. The worst part about it is how my little boy is going through the process. He’s been asking for his mother long enough until he got tired of asking. He is heartbroken to bits, and as a father, seeing your son in such despair is the most painful thing ever.” He grasped his gun case tighter, the pressure of his emotions evident on his grip. “Sorry for taking your time, Hunter. I just wish you all the best in life. I hope this won’t happen to you.” He excused himself and proceeded to the gun range.
I watched Mr. Jackson as he left, my head messed up with memories. He hoped it wouldn’t happen? Fuck, it already had. The only concern I had was the chance of it happening again. I wouldn’t survive it.
As I returned to my table and checked on things I had left unfinished, I saw my phone vibrating. I grabbed it from the table to look who it was. Kylie’s name flashed on the screen, plus ten missed calls, all from her. My heart started to beat loudly when I pressed the green button.
Kylie’s voice filled my ears. She sounded like she was worried sick. “Hunter, come to the hospital as soon as you can. We rushed Vince in minutes ago. Please hurry.”
Chapter Thirty
Kylie
Seeing Vince faint felt like the most terrifying moment of my life. The kid had been strong and healthy for the past few weeks since we learned about him having diabetes. It was the first time that I saw him down on the floor, unconscious. I almost lost my mind thinking about how I neglected the kid.
I shouldn’t have taken him to the convenience store. He shouldn’t have worked and run errands for us. The tiring and stressful day might have triggered his poor conditions, or maybe I’d misread his blood sugar tests.
Thankfully, he was feeling better now. The doctors managed to normalize his vital signs. I stroked his hair as I watched him sleep peacefully, resting in his private room.
While I was watching over him, the doctor came to visit and check on Vince again. As the nurse took his blood pressure, the doctor spoke with me about Vince’s condition.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Yonnie. Your son is fine now. He was just exhausted a while ago, plus his blood sugar level went below the normal range. But now, he’s back to normal.” He came closer to Vince, observing him as he slept in peace. “You better be careful on giving him food to eat. He’s a diabetic, and I’m certain you know all about it. Just continue keeping his sweets consumption in moderation. But sometimes, too much aversion could also cause serious problems.”
I nodded, understanding what the doctor was talking about. “Yes, Doc. Thank you.”
He left after assuring me that Vince was ready to go anytime. I let out a heavy breath, staring at the sweet little guy as he rested on the hospital bed. I walked over and pressed my hands to my eyes as tears blurred my vision. I would have died if anything had happened to him.
What had happened? I needed to pinpoint it. It was important so that I could make sure it didn’t happen ever again. At least not on my watch.
I recalled that my mother had given him some cinnamon rolls for snack time. Vince rejected them sweetly, saying that he should not eat anything sweet to maintain his blood sugar level. Instead, he requested a hot dog and water for his snack.
It was not the first time I felt worried about him totally avoiding sweets. Never did he eat anything with too many carbs lately. He always said that he was watching his blood sugar level and wanted it to keep low. He believed that the lower it got, the better for his health.
I offered him again anything from the pastry stand as a cheat treat, but he was persistent. He was eager to maintain his abstinence from the sweets. Vince always told me that he was a good boy and he wanted his father not to worry much about his health condition. He was starting to get bigger and grown up guys took their responsibilities well enough.
He even volunteered to work at the convenience store. Vince helped me in restocking the shelves, taking out the trash, meeting customers, as well as helping the customers check out. He had a bright energy, enthusiastic and ready for anything that was to challenge him for the day.
Only when he was trying to help me carry some of the light and small boxes inside did he succumb to lack of strength. While I carried two boxes behind him, I witnessed how the small box he carried fell to the ground. Upon seeing that, I dropped the two boxes in my hands and came to his rescue.
I sat back next to him, staring at Vince’s innocent face. I stroked his hair as I watched him sleep. This kid had been the sunshine of my days. He had grown close to my heart. Not just as a neighbor’s son, but rather as my own child already.
While I contemplated about how the father and son tandem had influenced my life, the door crashed open.
Hunter. He looked tense, his eyes glaring at me. Upon seeing his son, he ran toward his bed and held his son’s hand. The madness in his eyes was replaced by worry and fright. He kept his eyes on him, but he asked what happened.
“Why is Vince here?” His voice was suppressed, but I could tell that he was pissed.
“Hunter.” I stood up, turning toward the bed to calm him down.
I moved to hold his shoulders and tone his temper down; he shot me a threatening look. “Just tell me exactly what happened.”
His eyes were burning in a crazed fashion. He looked frantic and furious, like he would knock out anyone who got in his way. He did not care about whether it might be a male or female. He was close to hitting me. I could almost feel it.
I backed away, scared of his dangerous temper. I h
ad never seen him like that before. He was usually a calm, gentle man with a good heart, but everything seemed to be wrong.
“Vince was helping me do some chores at the convenience store until he lost consciousness and fell. I immediately brought him here to have him checked by the doctors. The doctor just came in and said that he was just exhausted. Plus, his blood sugar got below the normal range. He was avoiding sweets too much and that resulted in his low level. Anyway, the doctor assured me that he was okay now and he could go anytime when he wakes up.” I looked at him, waiting for his temper to cool down a little.
I hoped he had just had a bad day and he was tired from work. I wished he would return to his old self, the one who was so kind and sympathetic to care about other’s feelings.
He failed to answer me and turned to look at his son instead as his voice broke. “Hey, buddy. Daddy is here now. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? I’ll protect you from here on out.”
His words stung me as if I’d been slapped. “Hunter, I—”
Hunter raised his hand, and I thought he was going to hit me, so I closed my eyes, my heart beating out of my chest. Fear enveloped me as I stood, terrified of the man I loved with all my heart.
This was not the Hunter I knew.
When I opened my eyes, he gave me a disgusted look, grabbed my wrist, and half-dragged me into the hallway with people passing by, giving us odd looks.
“What have you done to my son? He’s a little boy, Kylie. You’re pushing him too damn hard. What’s wrong with you?” He raised his voice in front of the crowd. People had stopped and turned to watch us, seeing a couple argue about something important. My lips trembled, my heart breaking in two.
“I never wanted that to happen. I’m not pushing Vince. You know how much I love him. I would never do anything to…” My voice shook with emotion. I was mortified, numerous eyes were watching us. And the way Hunter looked at me was horrifying.
