Mine

by Kenya Wright

  “One was Trigger. Who was the other?”

  “Brenton Turk. He’s a male model. I met him at a fashion show in Paris. We dated long ago. It was long distance communication. I haven’t talked to him in four years.”

  “How long did you two date?”

  “A year.”

  I fisted my hand. This wasn’t a topic I relished. I didn’t like the idea of any man having Zola to themselves for a year.

  I gritted my teeth. “Was it a sexual relationship?”

  “Yes.”

  “How many times?”

  She shook her head. “I…I don’t remember.”

  So many times, you couldn’t count?

  It made sense. They’d been together for a year. I didn’t have to like it. However, I planned on talking to this Brenton Turk personally.

  “Do you know where he is now?” I asked.

  “Last time I heard, he was in Los Angeles pursuing an acting career.”

  “There’s no communication between you two anymore?”

  “No.”

  “How did it end?”

  “He just stopped calling. I was confused and called him. I drunk texted a few angry lines and then deleted his number. A week after that, he was posting pictures with another model and kissing her.”

  “You’ve never seen him after that?”

  “Never.”

  I should punch Brenton in his pretty face for not calling her back.

  “I don’t think Brenton would have anything to do with this,” she said. “He was always really consumed with himself. He checked the mirror all the time. He even had a small mirror on him. When we went out to eat, he would check it five times during the meal.”

  “Were there others?”

  “No.”

  “Just two sexual partners in the past five years?”

  “Four, but the other two were one-night stands. I…” She sighed. “I don’t have their information. Both sexual experiences resulted from drinking and partying.”

  I scowled. “Both at the same time?”

  “No, Hunter.” She laughed. “They were different times. Years apart. Just…one-night stands. I’m sure you’ve had some?”

  “That’s all I’ve done. It made life easier that way. My job involved a lot of travel.”

  “How would you meet them?”

  “We’re talking about you.”

  “I’m done.”

  I needed to know more about Zola’s past. “What about before the five years? Who did you date then?”

  “Two guys.”

  I frowned.

  “What, Hunter?”

  “How did these guys get by me?”

  “You always hid. Now, you can’t hide anymore.”

  “Is that right?” I asked.

  “So…are you judging me for my sexual past?”

  “No. I just want to break their legs for tasting you.”

  “It’s old news.”

  “Hmmm.” I sneered.

  She smiled. “You look like you want to fight someone.”

  “I do. I told you to save yourself for the right one.”

  “I was trying to save myself for the right one.” She shrugged. “He was just too scared to fuck me, until last night.”

  I closed the distance between us. “Is that what happened?”

  She parted her lips. “Yes. He was being a little pussy.”

  In a flash, I lifted her and placed her on the counter. “Pussy?”

  She giggled, moved me away, and jumped off the counter.

  I watched her. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m getting pie. You’re completely ruining my tradition.”

  “They’re not going to get their happy ending. He just left the dwarves.”

  She rolled her eyes. “They’ll get it.”

  “Anyway. We’re not done talking.” I stomped after her.

  “Stop playing.” She glanced over her shoulder and hurried her pace. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going after my Raven!” I charged for her.

  She shrieked.

  I grabbed and picked her up. Laughing, she wrestled against me. “Stop it, Hunter. I’m getting pie.”

  “You don’t deserve pie!” I buried my face into her neck and sucked on the curve. “Pussy? I’ve been a little pussy this whole time?”

  Laughter had her shaking against me as I carried her to the bedroom.

  I placed her on the bed. “Raven, how could you do that to me?”

  Giggling, she looked behind her. “You’re not talking to me.”

  I pointed at her. “I’m talking to you, Raven.”

  She laughed. “I already can’t stop you from calling me Zuzu. We don’t need another name.”

  “Raven, how many times did you let those dwarves spoil you?”

  She touched her chest. “I am not that type of lady.”

  “You fucked them?”

  She sighed. “Okay. Okay. It was just five or ten dwarves. No more.”

  “I’m going to wash the scent of dwarves off you with my cock.” I dove for her.

  She shrieked again, her body shaking with laughter. “Hunter, you are crazy.”

  I pulled her into my arms and pressed her soft body against me. “Goddamn it. I missed you. I haven’t been this relaxed or laughed this much, since…since the days we used to spend time together as kids. I missed this.”

  My hands explored her soft frame. “I missed us.”

  I lapped at her skin and then took her mouth. “I missed you.”

  The sweet humor in her voice shifted to sensuality. “I missed you too, every inch, every part. It was like you took me with you, when you left. Don’t do it again.”

  “I won’t. How did I think I could ever deny myself from loving you?” I captured her mouth, hating myself for letting so much time slip between us. “I won’t run from you again.”

  Her words were breathless. “I won’t let you.”

  “And what will we do about York and your mother?”

  She shook her head. “I would like to handle one crazy person at a time.”

  “They’re not crazy.”

  “They are.”

  “Hmmm.” I took in her lips again, knowing that it didn’t matter what our family thought. She would be mine forever. She’d confessed it. She'd come to me, small and strong, fragile and determined. I was big enough to push her away. I had the guns and the stubbornness to keep Zola away from my heart and cock.

  But how could I keep her away from something that was hers?

  In the end, I needed her. More than breath. More than water. More than the time already slipping away from us as we kissed. In that moment and every moment since, I'd needed her to take away the emptiness. The holes that had been cut out of my heart, my soul. The burns that had placed on my body. By the world. By my mother.

  From the first time I met Zola until this moment now, she filled the void. She gave me love. She wrapped her heart around me, reviving my own heart, making it beat when it was ready to stay silent.

  And so, I had to take her on the bed, and she'd definitely been willing to give.

  Her body had me. Her soul trapped me. Once this stalker was out of our lives, there’d be no looking back for her or me. I just had to fix this mess, and it was due to pure selfishness that I hadn’t found the stalker yet. In this moment, I should’ve been out in the streets looking for the sicko. Instead, I had Zola wrapped in my arms, unable to let her go.

  I knew better.

  But my cock didn’t want to listen to my brain. I pulled off my big shirt she’d been wearing, revealing that milk chocolate frame underneath.

  I grunted. “Damn it, Zola.”

  She touched the top of my jeans and unzipped them. “I wish you were the first one that fucked me.”

  “Me too.” I licked my lips as she pulled my cock out of my jeans, not even pushing the denim away.

  “I wanted you to take my virginity.”

  My body set on fire from the co
nfession.

  “The first time I touched myself, I thought of you.”

  My cock jerked in my boxer briefs. “Goddamn it.”

  “You would come back home in your military gear looking all strong and like some action hero.”

  “Tell me more.” I sucked on her bottom lip and then lowered to her nipples. She moaned. I lapped at the point of the nipple. “And what did you do?”

  “I would sneak and watch you in the shower. You never locked the door.”

  “I never knew I had a stalker.”

  “You did.” She bit her bottom lip. “Your cock was the first one I’d ever seen.”

  I grunted.

  “Which sucks that yours were the first one. I spent several years thinking that all men had big fat ones.”

  Due to her admissions, I didn’t know if she would be able to walk by the time I was through with her today.

  “Seeing your cock…the first time…as you washed in the shower…it made me so wet. I had these little panties on—”

  I had my mouth on hers before she could finish. The whole time I dipped my tongue in her mouth, she stroked my cock.

  I was glad she’d never stepped into that bathroom as I showered long ago. There was no doubt that I was probably in there, standing under freezing cold water and doing my best to not think of her.

  She pulled away from me.

  I almost roared.

  She whispered, “I want to ride your cock right now.”

  Pleased with the idea, my cock jerked in her hand. Pre-cum spilled out the tip.

  She licked her lips. “I think that’s a yes.”

  “A hell yes, if we’re being official.”

  Desire glowed in those beautiful brown eyes. She moved away. I rolled over and lay on my back. And she straddled me, for once, I lost my breath. Those beautiful big breasts jiggled, and I knew I’d died and gone to heaven.

  “This will be a mistake.” I rubbed my cock against her center and groaned. “If you bounce on my cock just right, I may not ever let you leave this suite. Already, I’m trying to think of ways to keep you away from everyone else.”

  She slowly slipped her pussy against my length, dragging out a deep moan from me. “I might not let you leave.”

  “Hmmm. Then we’ll be two fools trapped in a hotel suite, fucking the days away.”

  “I’ve had a rough year. I could finish the year off that way.” She rose up.

  I grabbed my cock to position it.

  She knocked my hands out of the way.

  I couldn’t stop the growl. “I fucking want you right now.”

  She licked her lips and seductively grabbed her own breasts.

  “Zuzu, please…”

  She pinched her nipples with both hands. “My name isn’t Zuzu anymore.”

  “You damn right it isn’t.” I tried to touch those nipples.

  She smacked my hand away.

  I pouted. “Stop playing with me.”

  “What do you want?” She let go of those breasts.

  My cock ached. “Ride me. I want to feel that wet pussy bouncing on me.”

  She rose a little more and positioned my cock near her opening, but she didn’t lower down on the hungry length. . A little wetness hit the tip of my cock.

  I gripped the sheets on my side. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over me.”

  “I like dominating you.”

  “Is that what you’re doing?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re not.” I gave her a wicked grin. “The more you make me wait, the harder I’m going to fuck you.”

  She placed her hands on my chest and stared down at me. “Then, good. I love it when you fuck me hard.”

  The first time I was on top, the one in control. Now, I would give it to her for a few moments.

  Maybe even a few seconds.

  I gripped her hips. She didn’t stop me. Instead, she saved us both the throbbing pain we’d been going through. She lowered that lovely pussy onto my cock. Pleasure exploded inside of me.

  “Fuck, Zola.” My fingers tenderly dug into her soft skin, and I tried to move her.

  It didn’t take Zola long to see how I needed her to move. She must’ve used my groans to tell her direction. She owned me with that pussy, sliding back and forth on my cock. Her arousal coated me. And she was a goddess on top. Her hair beautifully fell along her face. Those hips swayed in a sensual rhythm. Her full breasts bounced.

  “Yes, baby,” I groaned. “Ride me.”

  “Hunter.” Moaning, she threw her head back. Those nipples bobbed. I grabbed both of her breasts with my hands as I began to take over the session, pushing my cock up into her. Making her enjoy the ride, versus ride me.

  I couldn’t help myself. The pussy was too good. Her body was just right. Releasing one of her breasts, I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her little clit.

  “You’re lucky I didn’t know about your stalking me in the shower.” I toyed with the clit. “I would’ve ripped those cotton panties off you.”

  “Oh!” Her body jerked in response. She went wet some more, further covering my cock with her juices.

  Letting go of her breasts, I gripped one of her hips with one hand and continued to strum her pussy with the other. I needed her to cum. After hearing about the men she’d had sex with before, I had to fuck the memories out of her pussy.

  “I love how you ride this cock.”

  Her pussy clenched as she matched my rhythm.

  I groaned.

  She licked her lips and wound her hips in a circular rhythm.

  “God, yes. Take me deep inside you.”

  “Oh, Hunter, I’m coming.”

  “That’s right, baby, come all over me.”

  “Oh!”

  I flipped her over, placing her on her back, and rammed that cock into her. The bed rocked with the rough rhythm. Her lips parted as she moaned loud.

  “This is my pussy right now.” I plunged deep into her. “Mine. You don’t give anyone this.”

  I buried my face into her neck as her body trembled and I thrust even harder.

  “Hunter. Hunter.” Her pussy tightened around my cock. “Oh!”

  I sucked on her neck, needing to mark her. The whole time, my cock took no break. I thrust. I stroked. I gave it to her until I couldn’t anymore, until my body ran ragged and she screamed my name again and her whole body quaked under me.

  And right as she came hard, I rose and pulled her up with me, watching. Staring into those eyes.

  So, fucking beautiful.

  We moved with our panting breaths. Both rising. Both rocking. Both coming together. Those pupils widened. Her lips parted. I breathed her in.

  “Oh!”

  “Yes.” My eyes dropped heavily as I watched her slowly break down into pleasure. “Yes, baby.”

  And then my orgasm crashed into my body. She jerked against me, right as I spilled inside of her, coming hard, giving her all of me, and never intending to ever let her go.

  28

  Back to Business

  Hunter

  Where are you?

  Four days later, it was back to business, but no one could tell my cock that. He’d been hard most of the day. Zola and I had had some quiet and loving moments together, thoroughly enjoying the break.

  This ends soon.

  Now, we had to get back out into the public and deal with the stalker and her hectic life.

  Tonight, Zola had a huge charity event. She didn’t use her makeup team. She did her hair and everything herself, commenting on how she enjoyed the silence. And she looked even more beautiful.

  For the event, I'd taken every possible precaution. Earlier, I called in more men to watch Zola tonight and found the blueprints to the charity’s location. The rest of the morning I studied them, noting the exits and risky openings. Meridian and Stark ran the names of the charity event’s staff as well as the guests. It had been a harrowing job, taking them several hours to complete.

  I
gave the driver a break tonight. No one needed to know where we were, not even the staff. For the event, we would show up for a few minutes. Enough time for Zola to take the required pictures on the red carpet and give an award to the host. Once done, we would return, and I would have her safe in our secret hotel location.

  I sped down the road. “Are you nervous?”

  “A little, but I know you’ll protect me.”

  “Don’t worry about anything. As soon as you feel strange or get scared, let me know and we’ll be out of there.”

  “Thank you for being here, Hunter.”

  “How could I not be here for you? You’re my everything.”

  She placed her hand on my thighs. It was warm and soft. I moved my hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of hers.

  New York City lights sped by the windows.

  When we hit a red light, I stopped the car and looked at her. “You’re gorgeous as usual this evening.”

  She wore a gown that truly defined artisanal craftsmanship and textile manipulation. Jade green, the designer had to be inspired by little mermaid. It fit closely to her body, hugging that lush ass and curvy hips. The gown hit her knees, fishtailed, and flared to the floor. She’d straightened her hair and set it in beautiful waves, giving her an old Hollywood look.

  Even Ariel would be jealous, if she saw Zola tonight.

  The rise and fall of her breasts drove me crazy. Her scent filled the car, and like the gown there was nothing subtle about it. Tonight, she smelled of warm, sensual sex. Like the damn gown, her fragrance had been fucking with my head the whole drive.

  I was utterly enchanted with her and sighed in aggravation.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I don’t know if that gown is going to make it by the end of the night.” I gripped the steering wheel hard. “Already, I’m close to tearing it off.”

  She giggled. “You better not.”

  The light turned green.

  “I probably will.” I sped off.

  Giggling, she licked her lips. A beautiful red was painted on them, and I couldn’t wait to ruin that lipstick this evening, have it smeared all over my cock.

  “I’m serious.”

  Her hand was still on my lap.

  I moved my hand from the steering wheel, picked up hers, and placed that warm palm on my hard cock.