Amy kissed him hard. He pulled her to him and pressed his body against hers. She began clawing at his shirt like a wild animal. Hunter unbuttoned it quickly and threw it to the floor.
He picked up Amy around her waist and lifted her onto the countertop.
His hands found their way up her skirt. Amy giggled as he slowly pulled her underwear down. It gave her time to admire his chest. He had the body of a man half his age.
Hunter spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Every inch of Amy’s body ached for his touch.
He kissed her neck and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer. Amy lifted herself off the counter and leaned into Hunter just as he plunged his cock into her. She arched her back and cried out.
He fucked her hard. Amy had to brace herself against the cabinets above her head.
She felt completely enraptured in the moment. If any small part of her had doubts about hooking up with Hunter, it had been extinguished under the force of the orgasm coursing through her body.
Regrets are for tomorrow, she thought. Tonight is about Hunter.
He fucked her high and hard. His cock was thick and long, almost too big.
Amy wrapped her legs around him tight. She squeezed him between her thighs and dug her nails into his back.
Patrick was amazing in bed, but Hunter brought an older man’s confidence and experience. Amy was amazed by his stamina. His hard cock drove into her over and over. He lasted longer than a man half his age would have.
She didn’t want the moment to end, but when they came together Amy felt a flood of ecstasy and relief wash over her.
Hunter leaned against her, breathing heavily. She began to jump down from the counter when Hunter pushed her back. She looked at him questioningly and he smiled.
Her nipples were cherry red and erect, too inviting for the man to ignore. He held her tightly around the waist as his mouth found its way to her breast.
He bit the creamy white skin below her nipple gently. Amy felt tingly all over. When his mouth made contact with her sensitive breasts, fresh aftershocks of mini-orgasms shot through her body.
He kissed her softly before taking her nipple in his mouth. His tongue tickled her. Warmth radiated throughout her chest and spread through her body.
The man sucked lightly.
A gently pinching complimented the waves of pleasure shooting through her body nicely. She found herself moaning again.
Amy put her hands between her legs and began masturbating. She was wet and juicy from the sex. Her fingers slid in and out of her vagina quickly.
Hunter sucked harder, draining her right breast empty. He wasted no time in moving on to her left. As he sucked on the left, he massaged the right, kneading it roughly.
His lips latched onto her with force. He worked greedily. Amy was reminded of Patrick. She hated thinking about him now, but she couldn’t push his face out of her mind. She wondered what he would say if he knew how much he had in common with Hunter. The thought made her smile.
When she looked down, Hunter was looking back at her. He had finished with her breast and now watched her closely.
“Do you enjoy it?” he asked.
“Mmm,” she purred.
Amy hopped down from the counter. Hunter watched her as he dressed.
“Patrick doesn’t know I’m here, does he?”
Amy’s face grew red. She turned her back to him and concentrated on buttoning her top.
“I shouldn’t think it matters.” Amy cleared her throat. She thought she heard the sound of Hunter laughing behind her.
“It will to Patrick.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
Suddenly she felt alarmed. She hadn’t realized how scared she was of Patrick finding out she’d been with Hunter. It would surely humble him, but it might also drive him away. And, she thought, God only knows what he’ll do to Hunter.
All of her relationships had become a tangled mess: with Patrick, it wasn’t strictly professional; with Hunter it was more than just sex. But was it? She was startled to realize how much she enjoyed Hunter’s company. She could see herself with him. If he would have her. But she wanted Patrick too. Amy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She felt a migraine coming on.
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
Amy nodded. “Thank you.”
“It’s just as well, I don’t want to see my business with Patrick compromised.”
Amy suddenly remembered that both Hunter and Anna Belle were in Patrick’s house earlier that day. “What were you discussing with Patrick, this morning?”
“The wedding.”
Amy felt a hard coldness in the pit of her stomach. “Wedding?”
Hunter looked up at her as he buckled his belt. “To Anna Belle. Patrick’s marrying my daughter.”
Amy looked away. Rage boiled inside her. She balled her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms. She’d believed Patrick and Anna Belle were on the verge of breaking up, not committing themselves to a life together. Amy turned her anger on Hunter.
“You know my relationship with Patrick. It doesn’t bother you that he’s marrying your daughter?”
“I understand that the two of you have a….unique arrangement.”
“ ‘Unique?’ I fuck him for money.”
She was shouting now. In truth, her relationship with Patrick was far more complicated than ‘sex for money’ but she’d lost her temper. She was furious at Patrick for deceiving her and angry at Hunter for not caring.
“My business dealings with Patrick are important. There’s a lot of money at stake. And my daughter… well, you’ve seen how volatile she is. Being with Patrick calms her-some.”
Amy couldn’t believe she was hearing these weak rationalizations from Hunter. She had thought of him as the reasonable, level-headed one.
“You’re a real piece of work,” Amy said with disbelief.
“Now look…” A darkness came over Hunter, she wouldn’t have guessed he was capable of. “You’re not going to cause trouble.” It wasn’t a question. He was threatening her.
Before she could answer he cut her off. “Because if you did, well… you’re not the first girl in a position like this. You don’t want to know what happened those who came before you.”
The hair on Amy’s arms stood on end.
“Patrick’s not going to find out about this, or any of the rest. He’s going to marry my daughter and business will continue as usual. Some cheap whore’s not going to change that.”
Amy was frozen in place. Her mind reeled in a hundred different directions. She couldn’t tell how serious the threat from Hunter was. Was he threatening to cut off her access to Patrick and the money? Or was he threatening something more sinister?
What about Patrick? Did he know about the kind of man he was dealing with- the family he was marrying in to? Anna Belle’s vicious temper suddenly made more sense. Hunter was more controlled, but he was just as cutthroat.
Hunter took out his wallet and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. He folded them and ran them down her face and between her breasts.
“I can see why Patrick likes you.” Hunter’s voice was low and gravelly. She had once found it sexy, but now it made her skin crawl. Amy closed her eyes and prayed for him to disappear.
“Just keep Patrick happy. Don’t do anything to rock the boat.” Hunter stuck the money between her breasts.
When Amy opened her eyes he was gone. She pulled the money out of her top and threw it. She leaned against the counter and slid down to the floor.
What had she gotten herself in to? She wrapped her arms around her legs and felt utter despair. Then she remembered the promise she’d made to herself: she would make her own happiness. The old Amy would get bullied and shoved around. The new Amy would take control of her life.
First, she had to find out what Patrick knew. Next, she had to learn everything she could about Hunter and his business, while avoiding Anna Belle at all cos
ts. Then, she would strike.
6
Amy ran her thumb over Patrick’s lips. They were full, moist and tender. A small droplet of milk hung on the corner of his mouth. Amy couldn’t help wiping it away.
Patrick smiled at her, amused by the maternal gesture. He licked his lips and motioned for her to sit.
Amy watched him carefully. She hadn’t mentioned her encounter with Hunter, or her knowledge of Patrick’s impending nuptials to Anna Belle. And in turn, Patrick hadn’t said a word about his engagement. She wondered how long he planned on keeping up the lie.
As she watched him finish up paperwork at his desk, she couldn’t help marveling at how well he juggled his life. He had a way of compartmentalizing people that gave her pause.
She desperately wanted to believe he was nothing like Hunter, that his engagement to Anna Belle wasn’t true, but the evidence suggested otherwise. Amy frowned and rubbed her forehead. She felt another tension headache coming on.
“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.
He’d been unusually clingy and concerned for her well-being lately. Normally, Amy would have liked the attention, except that it was her mission to sort out the affairs of Patrick and Hunter. The way Patrick followed her around like a lost puppy made it difficult to investigate. Not to mention, that she was always on the look out for Hunter and Anna Belle. She didn’t think she could contain her rage if she was around either of them again.
Amy had no idea what she was thinking when she slept with Hunter. The whole fiasco left her feeling deeply ashamed. It made her all the more resolved to find out the kind of person Patrick really was. She wanted to believe there was someone worth fighting for in this whole mess.
Suddenly it occurred to her that there was: herself. For a long time Amy had struggled with her self-esteem. If anything good came out of this it was that she learned to fight for herself. She wasn’t going to let anyone use her or make her feel worthless again.
“Amy?”
Amy’s mind had wondered off. “Sorry?”
“You seem distant.”
Amy shrugged.
Patrick rose and walked around the desk. He crouched on the floor in front of her and took her hand. “I know what it is.”
Amy’s heart raced. “You do?”
“Of course. It’s about the other night…when you said you loved me. We haven’t discussed it. I want you to know that you can tell me anything.”
Amy wanted to scoff, to laugh in his face and walk out. The idea that she was supposed to be totally open, but that he could keep his secrets was insulting.
“I know I can count on you to speak just as freely.” Amy kept her voice even. She didn’t want him to know what she was really thinking, but it was hard to hide the bitterness in her words.
Patrick’s eyes narrowed. He examined her closely. She was constantly amazed at how expressive his eyes were. They were vulnerable and boyish one minute, then fierce and dangerous the next. Now he stared at her with a mixture of curiosity and worry.
“I haven’t been totally honest with you.” No shit, Amy thought. “But I’ve never held back without a good reason.”
“What reason would you have?” She tried to sound sweet and innocent, but somehow came across more abrasive than if she’d slapped him.
“You know about my engagement, don’t you?” Patrick laughed.
Amy looked around nervously. “I really don’t think it’s funny.”
Not only was he engaged, but he was laughing in her face about it. Amy considered walking out the door and forgetting having ever met Patrick or Hunter or Anna Belle.
“No, I’m sorry.” He tried to compose himself, but couldn’t erase the smile from his face. He turned to make sure his office door was closed. “Look, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you,” he said confidentially, “but I’m not marrying Anna Belle.”
“But H-” Amy stopped herself. She almost gave away that she’d been with Hunter. Luckily, Patrick ignored her.
“It has to appear that I’m marrying Anna Belle. My business with her father is complicated. He’s a paranoid man. He tries to ensure complete loyalty from the people he does business with. In my case, that means marrying into his family and well… you’ve seen what they’re like.”
Amy nodded. She winced at the memory of Anna Belle attacking her. She suddenly threw herself into Patrick’s arms. He held her tight. Tears came to Amy’s eyes.
As scared as she was of Hunter, she had been more afraid of discovering that Patrick was just as bad. Discovering that his engagement was a ploy gave her relief. It was devious, but Hunter’s family was crazy. Hopefully, she thought, Patrick knows what he’s doing. As precarious as her situation might be, it was nice to know she had an ally.
“Patrick?”
“Yeah?”
“I did something horrible.” It was now or never. She couldn’t continue deceiving him. If they were going to move forward together they had to trust one another- and she didn’t want Hunter to have any leverage over her.
Patrick still held her, but his body stiffened. “Go on.”
“Last night… I was with Hunter.”
Patrick didn’t move. His silence was worse than if he’d flown into a rage.
“We slept together… and he told me you were marrying Anna Belle. Then he called me a whore and threatened me…I-”
The words came flooding out of her. She began to cry. It was a huge relief to get the burden off of her chest, even though she hated herself for hurting Patrick.
An agonizing minute passed before Patrick reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He was gentle, but Amy could feel the tension radiating off of him. She knew he was furious, but he was trying to control himself.
He wiped a tear from her cheek.
“It’s not your fault,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Of course it is. I betrayed you because I thought you were betraying me. I know it’s no excuse… I just… Please don’t hate me. I do love you.” Amy realized in that instant that it was true: she loved him.
“I know.”
It was all Patrick said before leading her upstairs to his bedroom. He helped her into bed and pulled the covers up, around her.
It was late and Amy felt emotionally drained. She wanted Patrick to lay down with her, but instead he sat in a chair by the bed.
“You aren’t going to lay down?” she asked timidly.
“I have something that I need to do.” His words gave Amy the chills. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
Amy fought against sleep. She didn’t want Patrick to leave, but she was too exhausted. Eventually, she drifted off and when she woke with a start in the middle of the night, Patrick was gone.
Amy walked through the big house aimlessly. It was early morning and the house was dark and empty. Somehow, it felt heavy and oppressive. It made her uncomfortable. She felt like a lonely ghost haunting an abandoned home.
Finally, she stopped in front of Patrick’s office. He was gone and it was a rare opportunity to investigate.
She wanted to know more about his business, but she also wanted his trust. It was severely damaged if not destroyed, now that he knew she’d slept with Hunter. Snooping around his office was not the way to win back his confidence, but she couldn’t help herself. Amy needed to know more about Patrick’s business with Hunter.
She opened the door and tiptoed inside. “I’ll just take a quick peek,” she said to herself.
Amy was suddenly reminded of standing in the hall and rationalizing her date with Hunter. If only she could take it back. Too late, she thought.
Amy closed the door behind her and sat down at Patrick’s desk. She turned on his computer, but stopped when she saw that it was password protected.
She shut it down and began looking through several papers on his desk. Most if it was meaningless to her, but one document gave her pause. It was a memo from Hunter to Anna Belle. Cryptically, it asked that she check on the ‘arrangement.
’
The arrangement of what, Amy couldn’t say. The memo was dated yesterday morning, making it the day after her encounter with Hunter.
She put the paper back exactly as she had found it and rose from the desk. She suddenly realized she was going about this the wrong way. She had to convince Patrick to open up to her. He had to understand that they were in this together.
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