Prince Hunter: A Prince of Tease Novel (Princes of Tease Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  And that's my kind of promise.

  The drive out of the city for the 'burbs is brief and filled with catch up from our missed days. Hunter does his best to tell me the tidbits about work he can without breaking the non-disclosure agreement employees apparently have to sign and I in return tell him about some of the people who have crossed my table including a motorcyclist who was missing half of his face.

  Call me creepy, but I rather enjoy a good challenge.

  Hunter pulls up to the curb and asks, “Did he buy a house or does he still live at home?”

  “Home.”

  “Really?”

  “Actually, they both live here,” I explain while sending Megan a text. “And before you go off on a judging campaign-”

  “Wasn't judging.”

  “-they live here by choice. They could move out any time, but they really enjoy helping out with Dean's siblings.” My attention turns to him. “The Kellars are all about family. It's kinda cool.” I wiggle a little. “I'm an honorary member you know.”

  “Oh I know. Dean took to mentionin' that post tryin' to punch me.” He gives me a brief smile. “But you know how I feel about family. It's important no matter the shape it chooses to take.”

  They're the only family I've ever truly known since my parents died. My grandfather was a cold, distant, paranoid man and while Mal's family felt obligated to keep a very distant eye on the creepy girl whose grandfather didn't even allow for much color in her wardrobe. The Kellars on the other hand, have an open door policy. Any of Dean or Megan's friends are automatically treated like family, invited for dinner whenever we're hungry, offered a place to crash if we want it, and protection if it's ever needed. I've heard countless stories about the lengths they'll go to for each other. Not had it happen for me outside of the occasional breakfast or dinner crashing. They're such an untraditional family I almost feel like I actually belong with them. Well, if I could ever actually be tied to one.

  Megan and Dean come strolling out the front door in his and her 'Where's Waldo' costumes. Unable to resist, I coo, “Aw. Now that's cute.”

  “Matchin' nerds?”

  I give him a playful swat. “They're characters from Little Bit's favorite book.”

  “Who's Little Bit?”

  “His sister. She's four.”

  He gives me a confused expression.

  “He's adopted.”

  Just as the words leave my mouth, the door behind the driver's side swings open, and Megan crawls in. “Happy Halloween!”

  We reply in unison, “Happy Halloween!”

  She begins to buckle herself in while Dean walks around to the other side to climb in behind me. He repeats the greeting and fastens his seat belt too.

  “Thanks for the ride,” Megan sweetly says. “I'm usually designated driver. It's gonna be so much fun to be on the other side of all the fun!”

  “Baby, I told you I would've drove us,” Dean's voice sighs.

  “But this way we can drink together. We rarely do that.”

  “Glad we could help,” Hunter politely chimes in.

  There's a short grunt from the back seat.

  My boyfriend fights the urge to smirk. Instead he calmly states, “Pleasure to see you again, Dean.”

  “No,” he denies. “It's not.”

  “Dean!” Megan fusses. “Be nice!”

  Excited, I turn around to tease him. “Yeah. I mean what's the big deal anyway? It's not like he's working the party tonight.”

  The expression of irritation on his face increases. His girlfriend hides her giggle.

  “I mean I did borrow this outfit from work, but I plan to keep it on,” Hunter jokes.

  Trust me, it's a joke. We picked our costumes together at the Halloween store and then had sex in the dressing room after we tried them on.

  “Fuckin' really?” Dean growls. Without missing a beat he snaps at me, “How the fuck doesn't it bother you to date a stripper?”

  Megan whispers, “It is Rory...”

  “Girlfriend's got a point,” I agree. “It's me! You know if I find it fun, I'm going to do it. Besides why would it bother me? He loves what he does. There's an unmistakable joy and light in his eyes when he works or talks about it. Why would I wanna take that away? There's enough shitty miserable people in this world without creating one more.”

  Dean's grumpy exterior begins to waver. “It's not like cheating to you?”

  “I'd rather have my nuts ripped off by a pissed off bull than to ever cheat on Rory.”

  “Good because if that ever happens what I'll do to you will be so much fucking worse.”

  What's worse than having your testicles removed by an angry animal?

  “I wouldn't put up a fight.”

  For the first time Dean cocks a small smile.

  Didn't grow up with a brother, but leave it to Dean Kellar to act like one.

  “All this testosterone is making me thirsty,” Megan pretends to whine.

  “Which way, Sugar?” Hunter asks as we prepare to pull back out onto the main road.

  Turning back around I gripe, “Damn it. I can never remember which way Blaine and Jackson live versus which way Marc and Paul do.”

  “Take a right,” Dean informs.

  Hunter follows the first instruction and the next ones to roll off our back seat navigator. After a short drive we arrive in front of their house, parked cars trailing from one end of the block to the other. The four of us make our way inside where to call the party lively would be an understatement.

  At least it's a mixed crowd and not just a bunch of college students. While it doesn't bother me Dean and Megan are younger than me since they don't typically behave like it, but Blaine and Jackson are a different story. The two of them are actually twenty-one and have no trouble acting like it. Usually it's not a huge deal until they get wasted. Then it shows tremendously.

  Jackson slides out in front of us wearing a white tuxedo shirt, white socks, and sunglasses.

  Looks like a choir boy acts like a meat head.

  “How sexy am I?”

  “Please tell me that's rhetorical,” I snicker while Hunter wraps his arm around my waist.

  He tilts his head at me as if he doesn't understand the last word.

  Dean tugs Megan closer to him. “I never want you pantless around my girl. Holiday or not.”

  “Don't be a party shitter.” Jackson tries to push at his shoulder yet it does nothing.

  You've seen Dean. Goes to show you how drunk his best friend is.

  “Now, everyone have the best fucking time of your life!” He shouts and tosses his hands in the air. “Wooo! Beer pong, keg, and grilled food, backyard. Dancing, liquor, and all other food, house.”

  “Jackson,” a female voice calls from somewhere over his shoulder.

  “I have somewhere to be.” He spins on his feet and shouts, “Comin' baby!”

  Looking up at Hunter I try to explain, “That was Jackson. He works with Dean at Push It To The Maxx.”

  Hunter cocks an eyebrow. “The gym?”

  Dean enters the conversation. “Yeah. You got a membership?”

  He shakes his head. “Nah, we've got a gym at work.”

  His face scrunches as he mutters, “Strippers with their own gym. Impressive.”

  “Come on, Judge Judy. Let's start drinking,” Megan sighs and tugs him forward towards the kitchen.

  Once Megan and Dean get a little alcohol into them we start making our way around the sea of costumes, Dean finally loosening up a bit, and Megan getting the giggle bug. The four of us wander around, greeting mutual friends and introducing Hunter to them before eventually dancing around in the living room. For the next couple of hours, Hunter's body is glued to mine. Our bodies grind, pant, and moan, mimicking sexual moves and slightly showcasing his stripping stunts as if we're the only two people around.

  When we finally need to re-hydrate, we make our way to the kitchen where I find Megan with glazed eyes and a bright smile.

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sp; Aw. Look at her. She's drunk. Good. They rarely go out to do it.

  “Rory,” she whispers and reaches out for me. “Come here...”

  Hunter lets my hips go and lingers back to allow us a moment alone.

  “What's up sweetie? You okay? Where's Dean?”

  “He'll,” her hand motions the direction of the backyard, “be back in a minute.” Suddenly her voice lowers to a stage whisper, “Have you ever fooled around at a party?”

  Hasn't everyone? Isn't it a right of passage or some shit?

  I slowly nod.

  Seeing her brown eyes widen makes me smirk. “Where other people could hear you?”

  On a giggle, I nod again and fold my arms across my chest. “Megan, are you thinking about having sex at this party?”

  “No!” She squeaks, head bobbling nervously. “No. No. No.....”

  “Megan....”

  “I mean, I'm feeling....” The sentence finishes itself. “And I think it might be kinda hot to fool around, ya know?”

  “Do it.”

  A hand flies over her mouth, whatever she's mumbling lost behind it.

  “Do it. Trust me. It's pretty hot. You should slip into one of the upstairs bathrooms and give him a quick blow job or just let him bend you over the sink.” Her eyes expand wider as desire clearly floods them. “It's okay to take a few risks. Have a little fun outside the box.”

  The sound of Dean's voice invades the kitchen and I try my best to hide my smile. He arrives on the other side of me with a red cup in his hand. “You sure you don't want a beer, baby?”

  Megan shakes her head slowly. “The Jell-o shots are way better.”

  I give her foot a slight nudge and lift my eyebrows in an encouraging fashion.

  “Hey Dean,” she coos, tugging at the edge of his shirt. “Will you um...will you walk with me to the bathroom?”

  There's no hesitation in voice. “Of course, baby.”

  The two of them link hands and she gives me a playful wink accompanied with a giggle.

  I feel like I just did a sex good deed. Am I gonna get a pair of wings or something?

  Hunter shifts his body to be in front of mine as I turn around to rest my back against the counter top. He gives me an all knowing smile. “What did you do?”

  “Help a shy girl wiggle out of her shell.”

  “He'd probably be more friendly if he got his dick touched in public more often.”

  I run my hands down Hunter's chest, the idea of them getting frisky, igniting the urge within me. “Do you wanna get your dick touched in public?”

  His hands run up the sides of my thighs. “No...but I wanna touch you.” The moment his finger grazes my clit my eyes helplessly roll into the back of my head. A small growl leaves him. “You wanna do this here?”

  With a challenge in my eyes, I slightly part my legs, and bite my bottom lip for a moment. “Think you can, Cowboy?”

  Hunter glances over his shoulder at the kitchen which is not as constantly crowded as the rest of the house, but still a high traffic zone. When his eyes fall back on me, the expression twinkling in them causes my grin to grow.

  Love that he's willing to do slightly riskier things.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tease his bottom lip with a soft lick. Immediately his mouth descends on mine. Our tongues roll around one another in an aggressively, untamed nature. Hunter lifts one of my legs and uses his other hand to slide through the slick, scorching heat between my thighs. On instinct I attempt to pull away to moan, but Hunter refuses to let our lips part. Savagely he devours harder while he rhythmically pumps two fingers deep inside. My nails desperately dig into his shoulders. The action only spurs him to push harder. Rougher. Despite the fact we're in a room full of people, Hunter savagely continues the task with the same fervor he would if we were the only two people in it. In a dire motion, my pussy clenches, begging for him to do more than bring it to the pinnacle of pleasure. Begging him to push it over. I finally manage to pull away in an attempt to fill my burning lungs with air. However, it doesn't cause him to falter. He continues to piston them, each brush of my clit stifling my ability to breathe. Hunter drags his teeth along my collar bone breaking the thin barrier of my orgasm.

  My head falls backwards as moan after moan seeps from me. “God Hunter....”

  His fingers continue to slide through my sweltering center until he's sated.

  We always go until he's satisfied. Until he's no longer starving for the orgasms that are brewing inside of me.

  He slips them out and sucks them clean at the same time my head falls forward. “Fuck, I wanna get you home, Sugar.”

  Lowering my leg back down, I suggest, “How about my home tonight?”

  The surprised look makes it even more worth the question.

  See. I'm really trying.

  “Never had a guy spend the night at my apartment before.”

  Hunter's excitement expands. “You're tellin' me I'd be the first?”

  “That's kinda what the word never means.”

  “You want me to spank that ass in front of everyone too, Sugar?”

  “Where was the threat?” I tease. After he lets out a small grumble, I giggle, “Is that a yes?”

  “Of course.” He strokes my cheek. “You ready to go now?”

  I give him a playful shrug. “I just got off so I'm good.”

  A hearty chuckle leaves him and he grinds his hard on against me. “You know it's not nice to leave me this way.”

  My hands gives it a light stroke. “It's not but-”

  “Hey,” Dean's voice interrupts.

  Looking around Hunter's frame, I try not to giggle at the red color in his cheeks, and Megan's slightly messy hair.

  Guess she tried it after all.

  “You two um....ready to go by chance?”

  Hunter wraps his fingers with mine. “Whenever you two are.”

  “Now's good.” He clears his throat. “Now's...really...good.”

  Megan snickers and I lean my forehead against his back to keep snickers unseen.

  Hunter nods in agreement and motions his head for Dean to lead the way. Quickly the four of us exit, get in the car, and head towards dropping them off. During the car ride, my friends can't seem to keep their hands off each other, their bathroom hanky panky clearly adding the excitement they both probably needed.

  That's the funny thing about fooling around in public that most people don't realize. The fear of being caught can be a helluva aphrodisiac. The adrenaline can rush straight to your pussy unleashing some primal desires. Acting on them is even more incredible. Surprise and passion are needed to make relationships work. At least...I think so. Those are two things most people mention when they begin to bitch about their significant other. Food for thought.

  Once we've successfully set them free and we're heading back for my apartment, I glide my hand across Hunter's crotch not surprised to find him slightly aroused.

  “Is this for me?” I playfully coo.

  He stiffens under my touch, smirks, and switches lanes. “It's always for you, Sugar. And only you.” Giving it a hard caress over his pants, I prepare to slip him out when his hand lands on mine. “Nope. Gotta wait.”

  Did I hear him correctly? Is he passing on a hand job?

  Intrigued I question, “I do?”

  “Yup.”

  “And why's that?”

  “”Cause I'm only comin' with those boots in the air tonight.”

  Hearing the description encourages my hand to continue to stroke while I poke my lip out to pout.

  Instead of falling for the sadness he simply says, “Gonna bite that lip too, Sugar.”

  I continue to massage his cock while he does his best to focus on getting us back to my apartment safely. The drive home is much quicker than expected, most of the traffic died down for the night. When we arrive back at my building, I show him the private garage used for us and the clients of the funeral home and then drag him swiftly up the stairs to my apartment.<
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  As soon as I unlock the door, Hunter's hands sneaks under the back of my dress to give my ass a squeeze.

  I giggle and turn around to face him. “Do you even want a tour?”

  “The only thing I want Sugar is you underneath me moanin' 'til the cows come home.” He wets his lips slowly. “Now, which way to your bedroom?”