Stolen Memories: A Novella

by Alyson Reynolds

  Hunter pushed me back far enough so he could see me standing there in my white lingerie, his hands resting lightly on my hips. I watched as his eyes took on an appreciative gleam. The garters and silk stockings were still in place even after our long flight and his eyes raked my body, making me feel like I was on fire.

  His fingers trailed along my ribs to the back of my bra, unfastening the lace fabric and letting it fall silently to the floor. Before I could take a breath, Hunter sucked one nipple into his mouth while he cupped the breast other in his large hand. A loud pop filled the room as he released my nipple from the delicious torture.

  “Get on the bed, Megan.”

  He slapped my ass when I didn’t move fast enough for his liking. My needy moan filled the air, and he pushed me down onto the soft comforter. I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his muscled thighs. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his cock outlined through his boxer briefs.

  The last time I had caught a glimpse of him was our junior year of college after a drunken night in the hot tub. He had walked through his apartment completely naked with no shame as I sat on the couch, open-mouthed and drooling. I watched intently as he put his fingers in the sides of his boxers and slid them down his hips, releasing his cock into the room.

  “Oh my.”

  Hunter grinned as he stalked up the bed. “Like what you see?” he asked smirking. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his amazing body. “Megan, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, this is going to be over before the fun even starts.”

  His fingers drifted over my stomach, down to my panties and I felt him bunch them in his hands. I planned to offer to help him slid them off my body, but within seconds the sound of ripping fabric filled my ears. I scowled at him and he laughed. He took my hips in his hands and flipped me over onto my stomach.

  “On your knees.”

  Holy hell. His commands were turning me on, even though I should be pissed off. I obeyed and propped myself up on my knees like he wanted. His hands gently pushed my upper body down to the bed, leaving me exposed to him. Long fingers brushed softly along my sex and I moaned at the touch. He laughed softly, “You don't understand the things I plan do to you, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  He kissed the dimples of my back and then pushed two fingers inside my waiting pussy. I gasped at the fullness. “Hunt, there’s something you need to know. It’s important.” My fingers dug into the sheets as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me.

  “Shhh...I'll take care of you, honey.”

  My words died on my lips as he removed his fingers and his tongue replaced them. His thumb brushed over my tight puckered asshole and I arched off the bed. Hunter ran his hand up my back and I bit the back of my hand to keep from crying out.

  “We’ll play here one day, but not right now.”

  I groaned and Hunter slowly pulled out of me, flipping me over. He worked the fastenings of the garters and soon he was slipping the silk stockings from my body. When his mouth found my clit, I whimpered at the feeling. His tongue circled and swirled, causing me to arch against him. When he switched and sucked hard on my little bundle of nerves, I cried out. The scruff on his jaw tickled my heated skin as he moved.

  My body burned and I couldn't tell up from down. His arm held me in place as I writhed against him. I felt my orgasm building, and my body tingled with release. His fingers intertwined with mine and I exploded in pleasure as my orgasm hit me.

  Hunter moved quickly, shoving my leg out of the way as he climbed up my body, crushing his mouth to mine. My hands framed his face, and his muscled arms held his weight as he positioned himself. The urgency in his kiss made me open for him.

  His length prodded my opening, and I tensed. He pulled back slightly, confusion etching his features. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded, and he thrust inside. Tears filled my eyes, and he stopped.

  “Megan? Why didn’t you tell me you were still a virgin?”

  “I tried to, but you wouldn’t listen. I need you. Now, Hunt.”

  “Oh, fuck. You’re going to ruin me, baby. I don’t fucking deserve you,” he gasped as he worked to hold still inside me. “You’re so tight. Are you sure you’re ready for me to move?”

  He slipped out, and I moaned. “Yes, please.”

  His hips arched, and I ground against him showing him what I wanted. My pussy throbbed around his cock and he thrust faster. His hands on either side of my face on the bed braced his body above mine. I moved my hand to the back of his head but it slid down the side of his neck so I was lightly gripping his throat as I got lost in the passion between us. Hunt’s mouth parted and his messy hair fell down into his eyes. A smile played on his lips as he watched me fall apart beneath him.

  “Baby, I’m going to come soon. I need you to get there. You’re so tight, and I can’t hold off much longer. God, I could do this every second of every day. Megan,” he groaned.

  As I found my second release, I clung to him. His name escaped my lips as a whispered cry, and his mouth captured mine. My body shattered around his cock, bucking and arching against him as I worked through the most intense orgasm of my life.

  His hands grasped my hips as he thrust one last time before emptying himself inside me. He groaned my name like a curse as he tensed above me. We grasped at one another as we rode the high of our climaxes. Hunter’s forehead dipped down to rest against mine, and a smiled played on my lips. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to come down from the amazing experience we’d just had.

  Hunter shifted beside me, but didn’t pull out. His arms wrapped around me tightly. My eyes drifted to a close as his arms circled my body, pulling me closer to him. We were connected in the most intimate way possible and I suddenly felt shy. The man beside me was my best friend in the world, now my husband, and we had sex. Everything seemed surreal.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  I was quiet for a minute before saying anything. “I started to.”

  “You could have tried harder and you know it.”

  “I was embarrassed, I guess.” He gave me a blank look, and I continued, “Sometime during college all of our friends assumed I had done it, and I never corrected them.”

  “It’s me. Your best friend. We tell each other everything.”

  “Exactly. How was I supposed to go ‘Hey Hunt, it was fun hanging out, oh and by the way, I’m still a virgin.’” He kissed my temple, and I smiled. “I’m glad it was you, though.”

  “Me too. Now that I know I’m the only guy you’ve ever fucked, you’re going to be in trouble. I have all sorts of kinky things I want to try with you, especially since I’m the only one that gets to do them.”

  I laughed and watched as his hands trailed lines along my body. I tingled everywhere he touched me and it was difficult to keep my train of thought. His cock was stirring back to life inside me. Hunter shifted us so I was lying was on top of him.

  “Holy shit. Again?”

  He grinned in answer and kissed my neck.

  We stayed in the hotel room for days without coming up for air. Hunter hadn’t been kidding when he said he had all sorts of kinky things he wanted to try. My body was deliciously sore, and my husband had a smile on his face that wouldn’t quit. My husband.

  That was an insane statement. I finally called uncle on the third day and we decided to go and get dinner. There was a beautiful little seafood restaurant right on the ocean down from our hotel.

  We strolled down the boardwalk hand in hand. Hunter’s show of affection was surprising. Before, he might have put an arm around me as we walked, but now it was different when he pulled me into his body. The heat between us was confusing as hell, but I wasn’t going to question it. I knew that the longer we acted like this, the harder it would be for me when our marriage ended.

  The hostess sat us down and Hunter ordered a one of our favorite red wines. My thoughts wandered as I stared out into the ocean.

  “Are you ok
ay, honey?”

  I started as his hand touched mine. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just distracted.”

  “I noticed. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong, per se... I’m just concerned about when we go back to California.”

  “What are you worried about?”

  “I can’t even begin to imagine the mess I’ve left behind.”

  “Do you want me to check on things and see what’s going on out there? I can text my brother and have him tell me who’s freaking the fuck out if you want. We can wait a little longer to go back. Maybe wait until things settle down before we stir everything up again,” he said grinning.

  “You're acting like this is a game and I’m stressing the hell out over here.”

  “I don’t mean to make light of the situation, but it’s going to be fun sticking it to your dad and the asshole who thought he could buy you.”

  “Hunt?” I whispered.

  “Yes, honey?”

  “They knew I was a virgin,” I said so quietly I wasn’t sure he could hear me.

  I saw the anger flash in his eyes and I flinched. Even though I knew he wasn’t mad at me, seeing the fury hiding behind his eyes was scary. Hunter was rough around the edges, but laid back for the most part. I’d only seen him this mad one other time and it hadn’t ended well for anyone involved.

  “We are going to go back to California and I’m going to bury those fuckers,” he growled.

  “Please calm down.”

  “How can you tell me to calm down, Megan? If I hadn’t helped you get away, you would have been stuck with Michael, knowing your father had sold your fucking virginity to him.”

  “Lower your voice, Hunter. People are starting to stare.” I ducked my head as I turned scarlet. My hand itched to smack him.

  “I don’t care. Let them fucking stare.” I calmly lifted my napkin from my lap and stood up. He reached over and took my wrist. “I’m so sorry. It just pisses me off that your own father could do that to you.”

  “And probably my sister, too.” I sighed and sat back down. “As loath as I am to say it, we need to go home soon.”

  “Son of a bitch. It just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Do I know everything yet? Or is there more?”

  “That’s everything.”

  “Thank fucking God.”

  Hunter stood up, moved to the chair next to me and pulled me into his chest. I hadn’t even realized I was crying but, to my horror, tears streaked my cheeks. His fingers brushed away the wetness and his lips grazed my forehead.

  After a few minutes, he asked softly, “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, unable to speak around the lump in my throat. If I opened up my mouth I was going to sob all over him, and I never cried. His hand rubbed my back comfortingly as I tried to take a few deep, calming breaths. The waiter brought over our wine and quickly left the table after seeing the state I was in. Hunter laughed softly. “I don’t know that I have ever seen you cry, and of course the first time I do, you lose it in a beautiful restaurant in public on our honeymoon.”

  I smiled a little. “I’ve got to keep you on your toes.”

  “I’m sorry I got so mad, baby.”

  “It’s okay. I know you weren’t mad at me.”

  “I’m warning you, though, when we get back home I plan on doing some major damage to both of them and anyone else I find out is involved.”

  We finished our dinner without any additional drama and slowly walked along the boardwalk back to the hotel. Hunter had a beautiful smile as we pointed out places we used to go as kids. I could tell that his anger was still boiling just below the surface, but he had done a good job calming down and comforting me. When we walked back into the hotel room, I wanted to help take his mind off of the issues we couldn’t deal with from across the country. As soon as the door closed I pounced on him, shoving him down in one of the large leather club chairs and unbuttoning his pants.

  I sank down onto my knees in front of him. By the time I pulled him out of his pants, he was already hard.

  “I like this side of you, Megan.”

  I smirked up at him and teased the tip of his length with my tongue, circling the tip, and then lightly biting down on the head. Deep groans filled the room as I started to circle him with my lips and tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I could tell he was restraining himself from thrusting into my throat. I opened my jaw wider and took him as deep as I could, bobbing my head back and forth. My hands stroked his sack and tugged lightly. Hunter groaned as I took him out of my mouth and used my hands to stroke him.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re going to kill me with the sight of your pretty lips circling my cock. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  His words took me by surprise. He had wanted this for so long? I grinned up at him and went back to work with my tongue, running it up and down his length before circling the head again.

  I put my hands behind my back and opened my mouth wide. Hunter looked at me with hooded eyes as he thrust softly into my throat. It was amazing that as far gone as he was, he was still able to be careful not to hurt me. His groans grew louder and I felt him swelling in my mouth as he got closer to the edge. My lips sucked down on him, and he cursed loudly as came down my throat. I swallowed every drop. He groaned as I smirked and tucked him back into his pants. The look on his face made me giggle.

  “Don’t you have some work to do?” I asked innocently.

  “I don’t even know what work is right now. Fuck.”

  I laughed as he leaned back in the chair and ran his hands through his hair. He looked so disheveled and unlike himself. It was a very sexy sight. Hunter always looked in control and perfect, but right now he looked wild and untamed.

  The water from the tub felt amazing as I soaked in the scented bubbles. I decided to turn on my phone for the first time since we left and immediately regretted the decision. There were over a hundred missed calls and text messages and countless voicemails. My finger hovered over the voicemail button, but something held me back. Maybe I was scared of what would be there. Checking the text messages was probably a safer option.

  When I looked they started out concerned, but quickly moved to angry, and ended up nasty and threatening. Each message made my heart beat harder in my chest. Hunter heard my shriek from the bedroom and came running into the bathroom.

  “What’s wrong,” he demanded.

  I thrust my phone into his hands and turned away before he could see the tears forming in my eyes. The threats weren’t just from Michael; some were from my father and his business partners.

  “Damn it! We’re going back tonight. It’s time for me to deal with this. I thought time would help, but it’s only going to make it worse.”

  “I brought this on myself when I ran.”

  “You’re my wife and no one is going to treat you this way.” Hunter reached into the tub and pulled me up and over the edge against his body, soaking his dress shirt and pants. I gasped in surprise. “You’re fucking mine. Do you understand?”

  I nodded, but I’m sure my face mirrored the confusion swirling around inside me. Where was this possessive side coming from?

  “I’m acting like a fucking caveman. What the fuck is happening to me? You undo everything in me, Megan. I’ve never felt this way before.”

  His mouth crashed down on mine and I moaned. His tongue slipped into my mouth and demanded that I surrender to him. As quickly as it began, he pulled back and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me confused, hurt, and really fucking turned on.

  I emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, once I had calmed down. Hunter was on his cell phone and frantically throwing things into our suitcases. Crossing the room, I took the clothes from his hands and folded them carefully, instead of letting him ball them up. He leaned over and kissed my forehead as he continued to schedule our flight with whoever was on the phone. Disappointment flooded me that we were going back, but I understood we needed to fix things back home. It had been nice
hiding from the world for a moment, though.

  If we flew out now, we would be back home by nine a.m. the next morning. It amazed me that he could get these things done on a whim in the middle of the night. I zipped our suitcases and looked at Hunter expectantly. He still wasn’t off the phone, but he grabbed my jacket and helped me slip it on. Grabbing our bags, he led the way out of our suite and down the stairs without a second glance.

  Hunter never hung up his phone, and I was getting more frustrated with each passing moment. I willingly walked alongside him and boarded the plane, but his detached attitude was more than I could take after more than forty-five minutes of being ignored. When he did actually acknowledge me, I was bossed around. He finally hung up as the flight attendant started towards him. We sat down, and I made sure to be on the opposite side of the plane. Turning towards the window, I tried to lie down and get some sleep. Every time I would start to drift off, though, Hunter would sigh or grumble something that would jar me awake.

  After an hour of listening to him, I got up and shot him a dirty look before walking back to the small bedroom. His private jet had a freaking bedroom. Who in the hell did I marry? Even though I’d known Hunter my whole life, I was still intimidated by his wealth. My measly trust fund was nothing compared to what he had amassed in thirty-two years. It was even more impressive that he hadn’t taken any money from his parents for his startups.

  I lay on the bed, trying to get comfortable with no luck. My body couldn’t relax and I was so tense I felt like I was jumping out of my skin. Hunter cracked open the door and looked down at me.

  “Seriously! What the fuck?”

  “What?”

  God men were so oblivious.

  “I came back here to get away from you and your sighing. I can’t go back home and face everyone if I haven’t had at least an hour or two of sleep, and you throwing a fit is keeping me up.”