by Claire Adams
“Vince?” Kylie looked up. “What would change when the baby was born?”
“I don’t know, but she was different. She became ill-tempered and disoriented with things. She even neglected taking care of Vince when he was a baby. I can still hear her screaming in my face about how disgusting and troublesome he was. Everything was falling apart in my business, and I was on the verge of closing the doors. Instead of being there to support one another, Linda was dragging me deeper into the ground.” Finally, her eyes met mine.
She was ready to hear the naked truth of my bitter past. “I’m sorry, Hunter.”
“Me too.” I finished the beer and sat it down, needing some closure. “And the worst part? She was always out on the town. Whenever I asked her where she’d been, she’d get fucking furious and go ballistic. One day, when I came home stressed from work, I found Vince alone in the house crying. I searched the house and found Linda packing her things up, ignoring him. She left us without even caring to answer my questions or explaining where she was going or why. Later, I found out that she had an affair with someone and ran away with him, far away from Mesquite.” I let out a heavy breath, my heart sinking. “For the longest time, I thought I had moved on, but I hadn’t. I felt like if I had done better in the business or been more of a man for her, she wouldn’t have left.” I swallowed the pain stuck in my throat. “But it doesn’t matter. She fucked with my son, and even if she came back today…I’d kick her to the curb. Period.”
Kylie squeezed my hand and looked at me with sad eyes. “Does Vince know about any of this?”
“No, and he never will.” I recalled how Vince asked several times about his mother. “I always told him that she died giving birth to him and her ashes were spread in the ocean. I feel sorry for lying to him, but it was the best thing I could do to keep him away from heartbreak. She hated him, Kylie. No clue why. He’s the best thing that ever has happened to me.”
She squeezed my hand tighter, nodding as I looked at her. “That’s right. She’s a fucking idiot for not loving him silly and even more so for leaving you. I’ve never met a man as good as you. Don’t doubt your worth for a second.”
I winked at her. “Enough of this. Let’s eat.” I moved back as the food was delivered, grateful that the conversation was over, but knowing that some part of the taint of losing my first wife hung over me. It always would.
After we had finished our meals, I asked for the check. I stood up after leaving the amount due on the table, and leaving the excess for the tip. We left the restaurant at around 8:30 p.m. Good. Plenty of night left for fun.
I drove us home as quickly as I could, my desire to touch her and take care of her almost overwhelming me. As soon as Kylie and I entered the house, we both collapsed on the couch next to each other, full as hell. Kylie was sitting beside me, her head lifted up, eyes closed. She was panting heavily. I watched as her chest rose and fell. Her mouth was parted a little, inviting me over for a taste.
“God, you look good, baby.” I wanted to have her again. I scooted toward her, whispering in her ear what’s on my mind. “We have the house for ourselves tonight—”
Right before I could finish my sentence, she opened her eyes and reached over, pressing her finger to my lips. Those clear, blue eyes were staring at me with a fervor that let me know she wanted what I wanted. Her. Naked, wet and shaking.
“I want all night this time.” To my surprise, Kylie stood up and straddled my lap, pressing herself against my budding erection.
She helped me out of my coat and worked the buttons of my shirt open, helping me pull it off too. I pulled her down for a long kiss, enjoying the taste of her, once again, on my tongue. Her kisses were warm, skilled, and haunting.
The smell of her perfume lingering in the air mixed with a hint of arousal. Her sweet pussy was sloppy wet already. I just knew it. I breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet vanilla with white flowers.
Captivating, innocent, and beautiful.
Just like her.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kylie
Hunter’s lips were on mine, caressing me with his gentle and soft kisses. The taste of him on my tongue was almost too much. I moaned against his lips.
“I want you so bad,” he mumbled and ran his hands down my back to squeeze the top curve of my ass.
I wasted no time and moved my fingers to undo his jacket. I had been aching to see him naked since I went downstairs. My long wait was over now that I had him for myself. It was the perfect time now that we were all alone in this spacious house.
He was hungry for lust, and he wasn’t the only one. I kept my eyes locked on his as I traced his well-defined and perfectly toned abs, rolling my hips and sliding up and down his huge erection.
The warmth of his skin had me aching for carnality, my temperature rising as I memorized him. His eyes were seducing me, drawing me in to explore him more. His body was a divine.
“I want you all for myself, Hunter,” I spoke seductively. With all my courage, I kissed him once more. Everything vanished as I closed my eyes and tasted his lips.
“I’m all yours, baby.” He tugged at the hem of my dress. “Off. Now.”
The skirt was raised up on my waist, exposing my legs. I released my lock on his lips and unzipped the back, helping him in taking it off. He watched as I stripped the dress off, taking everything off to leave myself bare before him.
Hunter’s hands crept on my waist, massaging my body. Grinding my ass against his cock left me wet and shaky. “So beautiful.”
My lips kissed his neck, eager to explore his entire body. The heat from his skin was burning me and causing the air to become so hard to breathe. I moved as my lips kissed him, shifting between his legs as best I could. He moaned loudly, and I kept on my same path, determined to see the huge bulge inside of his stretched slacks.
When my lips reached his abs, I lowered my position further and knelt before him. I unbuckled his belt and then his pants. I could see that the hard bulge in his pants was twitching, desiring to be unleashed from its cage.
I pulled his pants down, taking his underwear with me. His colossal, throbbing cock stood upright before me, moving on its own as it grew further in size. My mouth was open in delight, lust completely consuming me. I would never get over how fucking big he was.
“Taste me, Kylie,” he whispered roughly as he slipped his hands into my hair and lowered me, forcing me to take his cock in my mouth.
He began moving in short movements, consistent in penetrating my mouth. The head of his cock was moving in and out of my mouth, the rest of his shaft struggling to be in wholly. My eyes were tearing from his huge size as I choked.
“It’s too big, baby,” I mumbled and moved back with tears in my eyes. I stood up, naked and ready to give him any other part of me he wanted.
“Fuck…” He took some time to appreciate my bare body. I could see his eyes sparkle with desire upon watching every inch of me. His hand was on his shaft, gently stroking his long, fat cock as he observed the view before him. I began moving my hips in slow, sexy motions, dancing as he watched from his seat.
He was moaning lightly, blissful from the spectacle before him. Seeing him lost to ecstasy made me hungrier for sex. I moved toward him, sitting on his lap while I kept my hips grooving in a slow, sultry routine.
“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 bod
y 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.
