The Crime of Protection

by Gloria Martin

  Cassie took one look at Hunter and I, because Margaret had long since cleaned up after dinner and went to bed, and announced that she too was going to bed. That left Hunter and I, all alone.

  *****

  And Then There Was You

  We stood there for a few moments, glancing shyly at each other. My cheeks were warm from the wine and I felt light and carefree.

  “You have amazing parents,” Hunter told me. I smiled.

  “Yea, they are pretty amazing,” I agreed.

  “If you don’t mind my asking, why aren’t they together?” Hunter asked me. My smile faltered.

  “My father was unfaithful. They had never married, so when my mom found out, my dad just moved out. But after all of this time, they’ve never stopped loving each other,” I told him. Hunter nodded.

  “That’s cute,” he said. Despite the wine, this was still pretty awkward and the tension was overwhelming. I took a step toward Hunter, looking up at him. “Simone,” he began, but I stopped him, placing a finger lightly over his lips. I already knew what he was about to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t care. I stepped even closer, never taking my eyes off of his. For the first time since I’d met him, Hunter actually looked nervous. Not even when he was talking to my father had he looked nervous.

  “Don’t be nervous,” I reassured him, even though I was nervous my damn self. But I had had too much wine to care. Hunter took a shallow breath. I grabbed one of his hands and held it in mine. Then I grabbed the other. Hunter squeezed my hands and I squeezed his back. He leaned forwards and gently kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes as I moved his hand to place it on my chest so that he could feel my heartbeat. I let go of his other hand so that I could feel his heartbeat. They were both beating rapidly, but in sync. I smiled, but kept my eyes closed.

  I took a deep breath and one more step closer until there was barely any space between us. I stood on my tiptoes until I could sense the closeness of our faces. I leaned forward until our lips softly touched, pressing them together. I felt electricity cross between us, travelling through everywhere that our bodies touched. Then we pulled back and opened our eyes, looking at each other. I closed my eyes again and kissed him once more, this time more hungrily, more passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, stroking his strong neck and then hesitantly touching his long dreadlocks, stroking his scalp. He wrapped me up in his strong arms, pulled me to him until there was nothing between except our clothes.

  I parted my lips to wrap them around his, slipping my tongue into his mouth to caress his. I could taste the sweet wine on his soft tongue as I suckled it. Hunter ran his hands up and down my back and then down to rub and squeeze my booty. As he touched my butt, something within me awakened as though he had let the genie out of the lamp. Something between us had been turned all of the way up as we began making out with a ferocity. I had been yearning for this for a long time. I wanted Hunter and I wanted him right here, right now, in my kitchen. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his button, and unzipped his zipper until I freed what was contained within but desperately wanted to come out. I stroked his long thick cock between my hands as we kissed. Hunter moved his head down to my neck and began kissing and licking me as I moaned. I began to descend, but Hunter picked me up and placed me on the counter, pulling up my dress and burying his head between my legs. I cried out in ecstasy as his warm mouth lapped the juices that ran from my lips into his. Hunter squeezed my thighs and I grabbed his dreads, pulling his head deeper between my thighs.

  Hunter slid his hands up my thighs, under my dress, up my sides and under my bra, squeezing my breasts and nipples. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came hard into his mouth. My chest heaved and my body relaxed after the pleasurable release. Hunter looked up at me and stood up, his face glistening as he grinned.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he admitted. I smiled back, biting my lip. I looked down at his cock, standing at full attention and pointing straight at me. I felt myself getting wetter just from looking at it. Hunter retrieved a condom out of thin air and I assumed he must have gotten it out while he was eating me out. I watched it as he slid it over his big juicy cock. I stared intently between our bodies as he slid his big juicy cock into my juicy dripping pussy. I threw my head back and moaned loud as he entered me. He went in slow, but deep and didn’t stop until he filled me. Hunter moaned too, gripping my thighs as he began to slowly slide back out.

  “Oh my God!” Hunter roared, stroking so slow, driving me crazy with pleasure. I was in a frenzy. I began sliding myself up and down on his cock. Our rhythm got in sync as we stroked together. Hunter leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Let me hit it from the back. I want to see that glorious ass bounce on my cock.” I could feel and hear myself getting wetter. Hunter pulled out and I climbed down off the counter. I began walking seductively toward the living room, undressing along the way. Once I was naked, I climbed over the sofa and bent over, pushing my round ass up in the air. Without a moment’s hesitation, Hunter climbed inside me, thrusting deep until I gasped and gripped the couch cushions.

  “Oh, Hunter! Damn!” I exclaimed. Hunter slapped my ass and leaned over my back.

  He whispered in my ear, “What’s my name?!” He licked my earlobe. I began throwing my ass back, making it clap on his cock.

  “Hunter!” I exclaimed. He slapped my ass again and we both moaned. I leaned back, forcing Hunter on his back until I was riding him reverse cowgirl, bouncing up and down on Hunter’s hard cock. Hunter spanked one cheek and then the other. I leaned forward, bouncing as he moaned. I slowed down and started grinding with Hunter deep inside me. With a loud moan from me and a mighty roar from Hunter, we came together. I climbed off and crawled onto the couch, but Hunter wasn’t through with me. He stood up, his cock as hard as ever, almost poked me in the eye. I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Hunter lifted me up and carried me into my room, tossing me onto my bed, before heading into the bathroom.

  I lay there delirious, my body covered in sweat. I heard a flush and Hunter reemerged from the bathroom, sweat glistening on his tanned and toned body. I couldn’t help staring at his cock. It was impressive for more reasons than one.

  “Do you have any condoms in here?” He asked me. I nodded and reached over into my nightstand drawer, retrieving a golden “ticket.” I ripped it open with my teeth, careful not to tear the condom and wigged it out of its wrapper. Hunter walked over to the edge of the bed, leading with his penis. I got down on my knees and was about to slide the condom on, but decided at the last minute to slide my lips on instead. I licked and rolled my tongue over the large head of his cock, slobbing and slurping until it was slippery enough to slide deep into my mouth, where it tickled my throat. I stuffed him inside my mouth until my forehead touched his abs. Hunter moaned and slapped my ass hard. My mouth watered and I arched my back, poking my ass up higher. Hunter reached over and slid his finger deep into my wet pussy and I moaned around his cock deep in my throat. With his free hand, Hunter grabbed a handful of my thick kinky hair and forced his cock deep into my mouth before pulling it out completely.

  I unrolled the condom down onto him and then lay back on my bed with my legs spread. Hunter teased me then eased inside me, thrusting slow and deep, each time pulling it out all the way to the head and then sinking back in deep. I moaned softly, arcing toward him as he suckled my hard nipples. Hunter crawled onto me. I wrapped my arms around him, running my nails down his strong, smooth back. He stroked me and kissed me. After all of that fucking, Hunter made love to me. He leaned back mid-stroke to just look at me.

  “You are beautiful and I want to make love to you for the rest of my life,” he said. I smiled and pulled him back on top of me, planting a big juicy kiss on his beautiful lips. He pulled back again to look at me. “Simone, I’m serious. I love you,” he told me. I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say.

  “Tell me when your penis is not inside me and I’ll believe you,” I told him
. He laughed, making his cock jump inside me. We kissed and made love until we came together again and fell asleep on top of the covers, wrapped in each other’s arms. In Hunter’s arms, I felt complete. I did, in fact, feel loved. But unlike in the past, I felt safe. And there, half asleep in Hunter’s arms, I was inspired to write my next single, so I dragged my wobbly woe begotten self out of bed and into the studio to write.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 24/40

  Alien Summer Blaze

  The cool summer breeze was gently blowing on her face as she stood in front of the newly renovated lakefront house. With its lovely rustic-themed design in white and sky blue and a wide porch surrounded by colorful flowers dancing in the wind, plus the breathtaking backdrop of Willow Stone’s shimmering waters and stately mountain range, the place was absolutely perfect.

  27-year-old Erin Bradley smiled, her dark brown eyes finally lighting up after a long time. She had a feeling this remote countryside area of Idaho could be her knight in shining armor.

  With her shiny black hair pulled up in a ponytail and her heart leaping with eagerness at the peaceful summer vacation she had been longing for, she actually looked about ten years younger.

  At that very moment, she heard her phone ringing. She rummaged through her tote bag and fished it out. “Hi, Mom!” she greeted cheerfully when she saw who was calling.

  “Hey, honey…” she heard her mom’s perky voice say. “Are you there yet?”

  “Yup, standing right in front of it,” she replied. “It’s beautiful. Tell Winston thanks for letting me use it while you guys are on your honeymoon.”

  “Oh, that’s no big deal.”

  “Where are you guys?” Erin wondered as she slowly climbed up the front steps and sat down on the cushioned sofa on the porch.

  “Right in front of the Eiffel Tower!” her mom exclaimed. “By the way…” The signal seemed to suddenly fluctuate, masking her mom’s voice with static and cutting her off abruptly.

  “Hello? Hello!” Erin said.

  There was no answer, so she tapped on the End Call button and put her phone back inside her bag. She took out the keys to the lake house and was about to open the front door, when she heard some noise coming from inside- as if somebody had accidentally dropped something heavy.

  Her heart began to pound madly. Just her luck that a thief had decided to break in right when she arrived!

  Instinctively, she turned the door knob and was astonished to find that it wasn’t locked. She slowly crept inside, looking around with wide eyes and a fast beating heart.

  I should call 911, she thought, taking out her phone again. But when she looked at it, there was no signal anymore. She was about to head back outside, when a male voice made her stop in her tracks.

  “Who are you?” a low, husky voice demanded.

  Shocked that he had the gall to be the one to ask that question, she turned around with an angry retort in mind. But when she saw the towering, brawny man staring at her crossly, his muscular arms peeking out of his plain black shirt, fear immediately gripped her.

  He strode toward her in quickly, before she could turn around and run. She found herself frozen on the spot, her mouth hanging open.

  “Who are you?” he repeated the question, this time in a less threatening tone. “How did you get in here?”

  “The door was open,” Erin answered mechanically. Then realizing he was supposed to be the intruder, she narrowed her eyes and said, “I should ask you that.”

  His deep green eyes which had been looking at her suspiciously a moment ago seemed to relax. “You must be Jillian’s daughter,” he muttered irritably.

  Erin was dumbfounded. How did he know her mother’s name? “And you are?” she asked, eyeing him oddly.

  “Kale,” he said in a brusque manner. “Kale Thompson.”

  “Oh,” was all she could say when she heard his family name. He must be related to her mom’s new husband. “There must be some mistake. I was supposed to have this place all to myself for the summer.”

  He simply grunted and turned away, leaving her annoyed. He disappeared into the room on the right, but did not close the door. She followed him cautiously and saw that he had been doing some carpentry work inside. There were a few boxes on the floor. One which was filled with books seemed to have toppled over because some of the books were now scattered on the wooden planks. That must have been the reason for the noise she’d heard from outside.

  She drank in the scene before her. Obviously, this guy was not going anywhere anytime soon.

  “Are you Winston’s nephew or something?” she inquired, trying to control her mood.

  “Or something,” he said without looking at her.

  Despite his huge physique and ruggedly handsome looks, she wasn’t impressed at all. She was more concerned about the fact that he may actually stay longer than one day.

  “Seriously, what’s your relation to him?” she asked exasperatedly, placing both hands on her hips as she stood at the doorway.

  He was pounding on what looked like a half-made wooden bed with a hammer. “I’m his son,” he muttered almost unintelligibly.

  Erin was still able to decipher his reply, but she had a hard time believing it. She’d met Winston only once when he and her mom had visited her apartment in the city. He had never mentioned anything about having a son or even about a previous family. Even her mother had seemed to have skipped that detail about him during the many chats they’ve had over the past year. She had been seeing him for a year before they had settled down. She would have known, right?

  “How long before you finish up and leave?” she asked bluntly. She was probably not being too polite especially since it was his dad who’d actually bought the house. But at that moment, she didn’t care much. She was intent on making this her recovery summer break so she could pick up the pieces of her broken heart and start over.

  Kale stopped hammering then. He stood up and faced her squarely with a look of nuisance and disbelief. “I’m staying for the entire summer, stepsister,” he said in his low voice.

  Erin gasped when she heard what he’d called her. He’s right!

  “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’ll stay out of your way. You can use the master bedroom. I’m sleeping on the sofa until this other room is fixed.”

  Erin could only nod her head as he returned to his work. So much for a serene, rejuvenating, and heart-healing escape by the lake.

  *****

  As Erin strolled along the lakeside, she contemplated just going back to the city and taking up her best friend Courtney’s offer to hook up with her husband’s foreign friend. Just thinking about it was already stressing her out. She did not want to plunge into another romantic involvement after a disastrous one that had left her so broken.

  Sighing, she paused and sat down on a patch of grass in the shade of a huge tree. She gazed at the exquisite natural scenery in front of her. This was something she wouldn’t be able to enjoy in the city. Just sitting still and admiring the beauty of nature already seemed to be making her feel better.

  She shook her head. “Nah, I can’t go back,” she whispered aloud. Besides, I don’t want to run into my ex and his other woman.”

  Suddenly, his hurtful words came back to her along with images of betrayal that she wanted to erase from her memory forever. She closed her eyes and tried to push them away. “He’s a jerk and an asshole. I deserve better,” she declared with determination.

  A ping from her phone made her open her eyes again. It was a Facebook message from her dear mom who was apologizing because she and Winston had mistakenly given her and Kale permission to use the lake house during the summer. They’d been so caught up with their impromptu wedding and travel plans that they had forgotten to fix the schedule for the use of the house.

  Erin sighed, telling her mother that it was okay even if it really wasn’t. Her mom hadn’t been that happy for so many years; not since her dad had passed away in an accident. She didn�
�t want to rain on her mom’s parade, especially after seeing her newly posted photos in Paris.

  No worries. I’ll deal with it. Have fun there with Winston! That’s what Erin typed before saying goodbye.

  The surroundings were so quiet that she silenced her phone and leaned back on the tree to savor the moment. After a long drive and after her encounter with an unexpected “stepbrother”, she realized she was tired and hungry.

  She stood up and brushed off the dust and blades of grass from her jeans. That was when a movement on her far left caught her attention. She saw Kale coming out of the boathouse, rowing a small boat toward the center of the glittering lake. He was shirtless, which gave her a good view of his well-built chest and torso even from a distance. She could see the muscles flexing in his arms as he rowed.

  Something inside of her seemed to stir just a tiny bit. Now that she thought about it, her stepbrother was actually quite hunky in that craggy sort of way that attracted many women. Her own ex was of the same type, which was probably the only reason her eyes were lingering on Kale.

  Get over it, Erin, she reprimanded herself silently. Your ex is a big, fat liar and a two-timer badass. And that attractive man you’re staring at is your stepbrother.

  At that moment, she saw him look in her direction. He was too far away to see if he had seen her gawking. But nonetheless, she turned around and hurried back to the house.

  In a few minutes, she had forgotten about him and was animatedly chatting with Courtney while enjoying a glass of the fresh orange juice she’d brought along. Before going over to the house, she had stopped at the grocery store to buy food, toiletries, and other stuff she thought she might need throughout the month and a half of her self-declared vacation. She was a freelance writer, after all, with no actual boss. However, she’d had to inform her regular clients.