by Claire Adams
He gripped his cock, massaging his robust shaft with his hand. The gargantuan rod was twitching in response to watching me vibrate from orgasm. Heat raced up my spine when I felt the head of his cock tingled my wet opening, getting ready to penetrate my tight pussy.
Hunter pushed forward, thrusting his pelvis forward. His ten-inch cock struggled to dig in, but he was determined. He pushed in once again, getting half of his big, fat cock inside of me. Taking the advantage to dominate me more, he pushed in farther.
My legs were shaking, my toes barely touching the bed. He bent toward me; his body pressed above mine. He kissed my lips as a distraction while he thrust more, getting his cock acquainted with the inside of convulsing channel.
His cock was digging inside of me, pushing its thick, huge shaft in and out of my heat. I could feel how big he was as he buried himself into me. He pumped his hips and groaned as I joined him in a chorus of lust.
The strength of his movements was incredible. He was consistently fast, moving in unison with my heartbeat. I could barely breathe, taken aback by the intensity of his thrusts. I moaned in between his lips, breathing the same air he did.
He held my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. It made my heart beat louder. I could feel the same since our chest were pressed on each other. Our hearts and breaths were racing, finding their sync through the peak of this delusional love making.
There was something different tonight. The way he moved, he was expressing something. His kisses were furious and hungry but begging at the same time. His heart was chasing mine, but he was telling me something. His touch was hot, but he was more affectionate. Sex with him had become an addiction. Something I had been dying to have, especially now that he seemed to be echoing my emotions.
“Condom,” he whispered roughly.
“Yeah,” I mumbled and moaned as he moved back and pulled a packet from his pants pocket on the floor. He stretched the condom over his thick cock and smiled at me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Kylie. Come here, girl.” He grabbed me and wasted no time pushing back into my wetness.
I felt the gush of fluids accumulating in between my legs again. I couldn’t comprehend the strong sensation that ran in my veins. The only thing I could do was close my eyes and hold him closer to me. The power of my sweet release was too much that I lost track of everything else.
Then I felt it. The sweet juices flowed out of me, releasing the extreme desire and passion I shared with Hunter. I opened my eyes to see him with eyes closed, moaning in return. His hot, sticky load filled up the condom. Hunter unloaded his orgasm inside of me as he cried out.
He was panting heavily as he pulled out and dropped down on the bed next to me. “Fucking amazing. God, woman. I’m falling in love with you. You have no clue what you do to me.”
He laid next to me, trying to catch his breath, and appeared in awe of the amazing fuck we had. I looked at him with a smile on my face, satisfied with our shared orgasmic experience.
Hunter faced me, his fingers running along my cheeks. He did not reciprocate the smile I yielded. Instead, his expression was serious.
“Kylie, please stay. I won’t let you go until I find out who’s stalking your house.” His green eyes were expressive and bold. The conviction in his voice was endearing. Being around this tough, bad boy was the best thing that had come from the jacked up few weeks I’d had.
“Okay. I’ll stay.” I kept the rest of my thoughts to myself and laid my head on his strong chest. He wrapped his arm around me, securing me. It was the best feeling in the world.
Without any worries in mind, I fell asleep peacefully in Hunter’s arms.
Chapter 19
Two Days Later
Hunter
“Your mini-me seemed to be his old self again.” Garren returned to my desk, delivering a gun that a customer was coming in to check out. I worked on the papers, issuing the permit and license for the new gun owner.
Vince was reading one of the books Mrs. Tomms gave him days ago. He looked better, finally returning to his cheerful and talkative nature. His cheeks were rosy again.
“He’s doing much better. I think getting him on insulin has made a huge difference. I never thought I’d say anything like it, but I’m grateful the little guy got the flu. We wouldn’t have known he had diabetes otherwise.”
Garren watched as I signed some of the papers that needed my authorization. “That’s great. Are you still checking his blood sugar regularly?”
I handed him the paperwork and stood up from my desk. “Yep. Vince is working hard to live a normal life like the other kids around him. He has taken so well to being a diabetic.”
“That’s great to hear. He is in good hands.” He patted my shoulder, giving me praise for being the hands-on father I hoped to become.
I looked at him as he busied himself with the book he was reading. “The doctor told me that people with diabetes live completely normal lives. He said Vince is improving fast. I hope it only goes well from here on out.”
Garren gave me an affirmative nod.
As we met the customer, I greeted him warmly. I taught him the tips and tricks in using his new gun, as well as the limitations of his use.
“The license and permit serve as an evidence of your huge responsibility to society. Owning a gun does not mean you can use it however you want. It means you have accepted the challenge of embracing duties attributed to the power you now have. I may sound silly, but you should always keep that in mind.”
The young man who purchased the gun looked at me with a bizarre stare. At some point, I thought I scared him. He looked bewildered by my words, but my anxiety was soon replaced by relief when he burst into laughter.
“Yes, sir. I won’t let you down.” He had shaken my hand before he left, promising he would return to ask more about using his gun. I had always talked about that to my customers, and I had no plan of removing that stage of the purchase.
Garren gave me a sarcastic look he used to irritate me, but I just let out a chuckle. Instead, I returned to my desk and worked on the new issuances I made, collating them based on dates and gun types.
No sooner had I sat down than Garren interrupted me.
“Man, there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” For the first time, I heard him nervous. I managed to laugh at him, amused by his sudden mood shift.
“What is it that made your knees shake?” I asked.
He replied with nonverbal language, pointing with his hand over to a man who stood before the display case.
I stood up, brows wrinkled on what the fuss was all about.
The man was thin and pale. His expression was unchanging—a bored look mirrored through his eyes. He kept his gaze on the shelves facing him, staring at the snipers on display as Garren and I walked over to meet him.
“What can I do for you, sir?” I scrutinized him further as I stood before him. He was a thin man who wore a black shirt and dark trousers. He was holding a hat in his one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He was a new face, someone I had never met before.
“I am looking for the Scythe.” His voice was husky and dry. The distinct sound was unmistakable. He searched for the Scythe.
“I’m afraid you’re looking for something illegal, sir,” I responded, keeping my eyes on him. He looked suspicious as hell. I had been living around Mesquite for a long time, meeting everyone from around here, but I’d never seen him before.
He kept his facial expression consistent. “Yes, I know. I don’t care. I want one.”
“Sir, that type of gun is illegal. Normal people can’t buy those without any authorization from the government. It’s a crime to buy or sell something that dangerous.” I explained the rules laid out by the law for him. Despite me explaining further, he didn’t seem to give a shit.
“I know that. No need to give me a lecture. So, how much are you selling it for? I’m willing to pay the price; just name it.” The muscles in his face barely moved.
The as
shole was pushing my limits. I wanted to yell at him, just in case he failed to hear my point. Or perhaps he was up to something fishy.
“Why are you buying the gun, sir?”
His expression did not change nor did he move. He kept his eyes on mine, his lids half closed suggesting his bored expression.
“If you’re not selling the gun, then I think I don’t need to waste any more of your day. Thanks for your time.” He looked around once again as if memorizing the place. He turned his back and left, letting his voice linger in the air. I tried to memorize any details prominent about him. He was up to something nefarious, no doubt.
“He’s a weird looking guy. What a waste of time.” Garren looked pissed, but I felt off. I hoped I could have one more look at him, just in case I could find a clue what he was up to.
“Something’s up with that guy. We need to keep an eye out for him. I don’t like the way he thought he could come in here and push us around. Not to mention the asshole wanting to buy something illegal.” I sat back at my desk, still trying to figure out the man’s purpose. There must have been something I missed in the conversation between us.
Thankfully, we had a busy day at the gun shop. More customers came by to ask for additional tips about their guns, even requesting for a short gun practice at the range. Some purchased guns, both from new and previous customers. The daily sales were pretty good, enough to surpass the average sales we had for the week before.
After we had closed the gun shop, Vince and I drove home. We reached our house safely and found Kylie waiting outside on the front porch. I parked the car in the garage and apologized for getting home late.
“Have you been here long?” Vince came running along, bringing his bag with him.
“A little bit. No biggie.” She smiled, and my heart raced.
I unlocked the door immediately for her to come inside.
“It’s been the third day now. I should get my key duplicated so you could have your own.” She shook her head; her cheeks turned rosy pink.
“No, it’s fine. No worries about it, Hunter.”
Vince sat on the couch and turned on the television. I watched as he took his book out of his bag, looking eager to continue with his latest book adventure.
“You need it. Sometimes, we come home late, and you can’t be outside for too long. It’s for your own safety as well.” I wanted to reach out and touch her, but not in front of Vince. Not yet at least.
She nodded, agreeing. “Thank you.”
Vince was reading the book out loud, the kid getting down harder words than I had at his age for sure. I laughed as I watched him, distracted by his loud voice.
Kylie laughed as well, finding it funny that Vince seemed to notice the awkwardness between the two of us as we tried to figure out what to do. You didn’t sleep with someone twice and then treat them like a friend a few days later. It was on me to make a move, but I needed to figure a few things out first, and I would.
“By the way.” I stopped laughing, returning to my sober self. “I’m planning to go hog hunting soon. You should come along. Watch how I shoot the hogs. That way you can learn how to shoot at a moving target.”
She stood up straight. She nodded, her eyes determined and eager to witness the scene. “I would like that. I think.”
I’d like it too. Any excuse for more time with her was a good enough reason for me to suggest just about anything. “Just in case you see something again, you won’t be afraid to pull the trigger anymore.” I smiled and reached out, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears. God, she was beautiful. Insanely so.
Chapter 20
Kylie
The rest of the evening was spent doing much of nothing, and I must have been more tired than I thought. I passed out on the couch and woke up in Hunter’s bed alone just after two in the afternoon. I must have been exhausted. I never sleep that long.
After scrambling some eggs for the little guy, I dropped down on the couch next to him with a smile on my face. He was growing on me, and I wasn’t sure if I was falling in love with him or Hunter faster. We watched TV for a couple of hours before Vince went to find some of his toys and his coloring book.
I hadn’t relaxed so much in forever. It was bliss.
Vince was busy coloring the rest of his books while I watched his favorite cartoons on the television. I was getting used to all the kid shows he watched, and honestly, I was starting to like them.
“What color do you want, Kylie? Red or pink?” He pointed to the rose that was on the first page of his book. I picked the red one, telling him it’s the prettier of the two. He continued his activity as I kept my eyes on him, amused by how productive he was during his Sunday morning.
Sunday was my day off at the convenience store. It was a blessing in disguise, though. Days off during the weekends enabled me to spend more time with Vince, which was quickly becoming my favorite thing to do.
“How about this girl’s hair, Kylie?” He pointed to the next page where a pretty girl held a rose.
I smiled at him and picked the color yellow. “That girl looks like me. Curls on the end of the long hair. Golden blonde will do.” He took the crayon happily from my hand, smiling at me as he nodded.
“Yeah, she looks like you. Except that you’re prettier.” He returned his attention to the book, coloring in the girl’s hair with the yellow.
I stroked Vince’s hair as I watched him enjoy his hobby. Living with the Yonnies was one of the best things in life. It felt like I was a part of a family. Vince was like a son to me.
“Are you hungry, Vince?” I asked him, his eyes still focused on the girl he was coloring.
“Not yet.”
I looked at the clock and stood up from my seat. “Nonetheless, I better get us something to eat before you get hungry. A superhero must not go starving.” I walked to the kitchen to start cooking the meat Hunter left in the fridge from before he left that morning.
“Hey. I’m home. Anyone here?” The sound of Hunter’s voice caused my stomach to tighten as I worked in the kitchen.
“In here. Just getting dinner together,” I called out, trying not to think about how nice it was to play family with Hunter and Vince. Could it turn into something else? Something more? I prayed it would.
“My Aunt Brenda is stopping by to pick up some papers on her way through town.” Hunter moved closer to me and smiled. “You’ll like her.”
“Is she coming in time for dinner?”
“I don’t think so. Speaking of dinner. I’m starving. Let me wash up and I’ll be right there.”
I watched him go before going into the kitchen and finishing things up. I called Hunter and Vince into the kitchen and prepared our plates. Pork barbecue with stewed veggies on the side. The aroma of the food was truly delicious, making my stomach grumble in hunger.
“I told you, you are the better cook between the two of us. Right, Vince?” Hunter smiled as we sat across the table from each other, stealing glances at one another through the whole meal.
“Yep,” Vince mumbled through his mouthful, causing us to chuckle.
As I took a slice of the pork in my mouth, Hunter surprised me with his plan he had in mind for the night.
“After we finish dinner, prepare your gun and get dressed. We are going hog hunting tonight.”
“Really? Wait. Where is Vince going to be?” I asked. The plan had my heart racing in my chest. Before, I was looking forward to trying target shooting over moving targets. Now that it reminded me about using my gun again, I felt overwhelmed. I hadn’t used my gun for quite some time and had honestly started to wonder why I even had the damn thing.
I needed to do it this time. I was pulling the trigger that night. Period.
“Yeah. Where am I going to be, Dad? Am I going too?” Vince asked.
As if on cue, someone knocked on the door. Hunter stood and smiled. “Nope. It’s going to take Aunt Brenda a little while to dig through your grandfather’s old chest of drawers to find what sh
e’s looking for. She’ll be here while you’re off in dreamland.” He winked before walking to the door.
I was nervous meeting someone in his family for some reason, but Vince made me feel much better.
“Oh, Kylie. You’re going to like Aunt Brenda.” He leaned closer and whispered, “She always brings candy!”
“Who’s in here!” An older woman with a great smile walked into the kitchen and Vince yelled and ran toward her. “Come here, munchkin!”
“Aunt B, I want you to meet my friend, Kylie. I’m going to take her out to the barn to show her how to shoot. You know, hanging out for a little bit? Shouldn’t be too long.”
I extended my hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, dear.” She glanced over at Hunter, still hugging Vince. “I don’t mind at all. Take your time.”
After we spoke for a minute more, I walked to the back to change, worried that I was going to mess things up. I wasn’t a gun type of gal, but I’d done all right so far. I took a deep breath and prepared myself both physically and mentally. I knew I should do my best to focus on this hunting. It was the only chance for me to channel my inner strength and confidence for protecting myself.
I tied my hair up after changing into my comfortable pants and hoodie jacket. Carrying the gun fully loaded with a complete magazine in it, I went down to meet Hunter in the living room.
“You sure that Vince is going to be okay?” I glanced over my shoulder toward the office. I could hear him and Aunt Brenda in there cackling about something.
“Oh, yeah. We’ll lock up, and we’re just going out back. Besides, Brenda loves that kid like he was her grandson. And these bastard pigs aren’t too far. They’ve been tearing up the yard, remember?”
“How could I forget.” I walked over to him and put my hand on his chest. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached up and cupped my face, pulling me close for a long, probing kiss.
