Heart of the Hunter

by Chance Carter

  “If I say yes, will you stop talking and start fucking me?”

  He nodded. “Is that a yes?”

  “It’s a yes, Grant.”

  Chapter 8

  Grant

  SHE WAS SQUIRMING IN PLEASURE. I couldn’t believe I was actually touching her vagina. It was such a thrill my throbbing cock almost squirted all over her before it even touched her, but I restrained myself.

  From somewhere, I don’t even know where, I started concocting a fantasy. I made her make promises that I didn’t even know I wanted her to make.

  I told her we’d fuck without a condom. I never fucked without a condom. I never took needless risks.

  I told her she’d be wearing her mother’s wedding dress. What did that have to do with anything?

  And worst of all, I told her to call me husband, and I’d call her wife. Where the hell did that come from? I didn’t even want to get married. Not ever.

  All I can say, is that I was losing it. I was so excited to know I was going to fuck her, that I was losing hold of my senses.

  She was so ready for me she was practically orgasming already. She was writhing in pleasure, my finger playing with her pussy like it was a toy.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” she moaned.

  I smiled at her, then climbed down beneath the skirt of her silk dress. She gasped. I felt the muscles in her thighs clench in apprehension. She was right to be scared. I was going to devour her and there was no longer anything she could do about it.

  Once my head was inside her skirt, I inhaled deeply. I wanted to breathe in the scent of her. That sounds like a strange thing to do, but everything about that night was strange, and I’d waited so long for that moment that I wanted to savor every tiny detail.

  Her pussy was already dripping wet when my tongue reached the soft folds of her clitoris. She gasped and moaned as I slid my tongue over it, moving it back and forth. I knew she was desperate to get my cock inside her, but there was one more thing I wanted from her.

  I wanted to hear her beg.

  I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit while her body writhed and twisted and squirmed in pleasure. I kept going until I felt the first contractions of pre-orgasm and then I stopped suddenly, denying her the orgasm she was so desperate for.

  “Don’t stop,” she cried. “I’m about to come.”

  My mouth was just an inch from her dripping pussy, but I didn’t touch her. I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her sex and I waited.

  “Grant,” she cried. “What are you doing?”

  “You want more?” I said.

  “I’m dying, Grant. I want you.”

  I climbed out from under her dress and faced her.

  “If you want it, then you’re going to have to beg, Lacey.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” I said.

  She looked to the side, assessing her options, then looked back at me.

  “I mean it, Lacey. I want to hear you beg.”

  She was shy. It was the most adorable, enticing sight I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Fuck me,” she said, softly.

  “You call that begging?” I laughed.

  “Grant.”

  “I mean it, Lacey. I’ve watched you go out on a million dates, with a million other guys. If you want my cock inside you, you’re going to have to show me that you want me more than you wanted any of them.”

  She rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this denial, but I wasn’t backing down. I wanted her to do this. I wanted her to beg.

  She looked down at my cock. I rose up to give her a closer look at it. My shirt and tuxedo jacket were pulled up around my chest and my pants were around my knees, giving her a clear view of everything. I knew it was a sight she couldn’t resist. I’m built like an oak tree. I’ve got more muscle on my torso than a bull. Combined with the tattoos, it was just too much for her.

  “How do I know you’re worth begging for?” she smirked.

  “Excuse me?” I replied.

  She was grinning at me now. Turning the tables on me. “You heard me. How do I know that cock is worth begging for?”

  I was impressed, but I couldn’t let her win this little game. I crawled up over her so that my cock was just an inch above her face. I pointed the tip of it at her mouth like a torpedo.

  “Have a taste,” I said.

  She looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes wet with emotion. When she opened her mouth, I felt an overwhelming desire wash over me. I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure as her lips wrapped around my cock and she took it right into the very back of her throat. Her mouth was so soft and wet and warm I could hardly stand it. I pulsed in desire. Lust raged through me like an inferno. I felt a throb of pre-orgasmic pleasure and pulled myself out of her mouth. I couldn’t allow myself to come. Not yet. Not before she begged me.

  She smiled up at me and then turned over and got on her knees. I took my weight from her so that she could get up. She reached around to the back of her dress and pulled it up, revealing the most enticing butt I ever imagined.

  She swayed it slowly from side to side, causing my cock to pulse, on the very verge of orgasm.

  “You want me to beg?” she said.

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “All right, I’ll beg. Fuck me, Grant. Give it to me hard. Give me everything I deserve, because I’m a very naughty girl. I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to fill me with your semen. I want it to rush up into my cunt so far that I can never get it back out. I want you to own me, Grant. I want you to possess me completely.”

  That did it. I grabbed her thighs tightly in my powerful hands and pulled her ass onto my cock like it was a sheath. I pulled her all the way down onto me so that my cock was so far inside her I was certain I felt her cervix. She cried out, but I was beyond rational control. I thrust into her and then pushed her entire body forward like a doll. As soon as the tip of my cock was outside her, I pulled her back onto it and she cried out again. I repeated the motion over and over, pulling her down onto my throbbing cock, and pushing her forward away from it. She cried out with each thrust, and I was overcome with a violence that surprised me. I’d never been in such a state in my life.

  When my orgasm finally struck, it was as if I’d been connected to a high voltage power supply. The muscles in my back, my buttocks and my thighs all contracted and convulsed at once, and a gush of sperm thrust out of my cock and into Lacey’s tight pussy with such force her entire body clenched. That clenching made her even tighter, and the pleasure forced another powerful gush of semen, another wave of orgasmic ecstasy, through my body.

  She remembered my command to her. She remembered, and that changed everything. I didn’t realize it at the time, it was supposed to be just a one night thing, but her remembering my command changed both of our destinies forever.

  “Husband,” she cried out, as my cock released gush after gush of semen into her soaking pussy.

  “Wife,” I cried, my hands so tight on her tender ass that I was sure they’d leave bruises.

  My body poured itself into her like there was nothing else on earth. When my orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed onto her delicate body in a panting mess. My weight crushed her beneath me and the two of us lay there, gasping for breath.

  My cock was still inside her, and it spasmed a few last surges of semen into her as we lay there recovering.

  “Oh my God, Lacey,” I panted.

  Her shoulders were shaking.

  She was crying.

  Chapter 9

  Lacey

  I FELT LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT, crying right in front of him. The orgasm was amazing. Being with Grant was amazing. It was a dream come true. So why was I ruining it by bursting into tears like an idiot?

  Because I knew it was only going to last one night.

  He’d said it, over and over again. We’d have this one night of passion. It would be our little secret. He’d never ask me to do this again. He’d prom
ised.

  I didn’t understand. He wanted me, but did he really only want me once? Didn’t he want this to go on and on, again and again, forever? Didn’t he want to make something out of it? Didn’t he want me?

  I’d agreed to making love reluctantly, but it wasn’t for the reason he thought. He thought he had to play things down to convince me. He thought I’d only agree to this if I knew it was a one-night-stand. He didn’t know me at all. That was the exact opposite of what I needed to hear.

  He played up the fact that it would only be this one time, and all the while, I was secretly praying it might lead to more.

  That’s why I was crying. I didn’t want it to be just once. I didn’t want a dirty little secret. I wanted something that would last. I wanted it to become something more, something real. I wanted more than just sex. I wanted a full blown relationship with Grant. God, I had to keep my mouth shut before I made a complete fool of myself.

  “Lacey,” he said, trying to turn me around. “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

  “It’s nothing, Grant.”

  “It’s something.”

  “I’ll be fine. I’m just feeling emotional.”

  “Emotional?”

  He said it like he was surprised. Didn’t he know that emotions were always involved when people had sex? Was it really such a big surprise? It wasn’t just about sex. We weren’t animals. We were people, with feelings, and vulnerabilities, and secret hopes and wishes. I was making a fool out of myself. I would be so humiliated if he realized the reason I was crying was because I wanted more than he was willing to offer me.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve been made love to like that,” I said. “That’s why I’m crying.”

  Then I bit my tongue. Was that what we’d been doing? Had we made love? Or were we just fucking? Luckily Grant didn’t catch the distinction.

  “Me neither,” he said, rolling onto his side to face me.

  I felt a momentary loss as his penis slid out of me. I was wet inside, his stickiness all over me, but already I knew that I was losing him. He’d done what he’d wanted to do. Now he was ready to move on.

  I looked into his dark eyes and then forced myself to look away, letting my eyes gaze over his naked body. His arms were so thick, so perfectly formed, the deep colors of the tattoo ink drawing my attention. His back was like a contour map, muscular hills and valleys leading all the way to the perfect valley between his buttocks.

  “Are you all right, Lacey?”

  “Of course I am. I just got a little overwhelmed. That was pretty intense.”

  “It was,” he agreed.

  “Calling each other husband and wife. What was that?”

  He shrugged. He wasn’t taking things lightly, he looked serious and thoughtful, it was just that he’d made it so abundantly clear that this was a once off thing, it made me want to cry again. Why didn’t he want me again? It made no sense. If he’d wanted my for seventeen years, why didn’t he want me for more than one night?

  “I don’t know, Lacey. I just thought, I guess, it was part of some fantasy I had in my mind. I’m sorry if it upset you. It was silly.”

  “Silly?” I said.

  “Yes.”

  I took a deep breath. I knew I should drop the subject, I should have pretended to be fine and maintained whatever dignity I could, but some part of me had to keep the conversation going.

  “I guess it’s just a little surprising, coming from the man who says he doesn’t believe in marriage,” I said.

  “I think marriage is a false promise,” he said.

  “I know, Grant. You’ve said it a million times. People have a better chance of being elected president than finding their soulmate.”

  “That’s not what I say.”

  “You say something like that.”

  He nodded. “True.”

  “So why did you want us to cry out husband and wife as we climaxed?”

  He shrugged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would upset you. It was just a sort of … fetish.”

  “A fetish? You’re kidding me.”

  “I don’t know. Not a fetish. You know what I mean.”

  “No, Grant. I don’t know what you mean. All I know is that you made it perfectly clear that this was to be a one night stand, that it wasn’t going to go anywhere, that I shouldn’t get attached to anything, but then, right at the most intense moment, you want me to cry out husband. It’s a head game.”

  “A head game? Lacey, I’m sorry if that upset you, but it was just a fantasy, like wearing a stewardess costume. It was role-play.”

  “Husbands and wives aren’t role-play, Grant. That’s real life. That’s what women are allowed to expect. A fantasy is a hunky police officer handcuffing you to a chair at a bachelorette party, or a fireman grinding on his hose. Husbands? That’s reality. That’s what we’re allowed to hope for.”

  “Hope for? Lacey. What are you talking about?”

  Shit. What was I saying? I was making an absolute idiot of myself. I was giving away too much. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that my emotions were in a hurricane of confusion and I had better shut up if I didn’t want to say something I’d regret.

  “I’m just saying, Grant, that maybe it’s not a good idea to play with girls’ feelings about marriage. I know you don’t want to get married, but that doesn’t mean you can just use the idea as a fantasy to play out. Especially when the person you’re playing with might think differently about marriage.”

  “You’d get married?”

  “I can’t believe you’re even asking me that. Of course I would. One day.”

  “Oh, Lacey. Sorry. I had no idea.”

  “What do you mean, you had no idea? Do you think I’m just some sort of slut who wants to sleep around for her entire life? Do you think I don’t deserve to hope for marriage one day with someone amazing?”

  “Lacey, of course I don’t think that.”

  “That’s what it sounds like.”

  “No, I didn’t mean that at all. I guess I just never thought about it.”

  “Why should it be such a big surprise for me to admit I’d like to get married one day? It’s perfectly normal.”

  “You’re right. Of course it is. I guess, I don’t know. I’m sorry Lacey. I just assumed you felt the way I did.”

  “And how’s that?”

  “That marriage is a fraud. That it’s a fairy tale. That a sane adult should be more interested in finding out who they really are, than in tying the knot with some random person they happen to like having sex with.”

  Tears formed in my eyes. It was so stupid. I knew Grant thought all those things about marriage. He was a good guy, but his ideas on family life were royally screwed up. It was the result of the horrible childhood he’d had to endure. I knew it all. It shouldn’t have shocked me.

  But after what we’d just done. After making love, without a condom, and crying out husband and wife at climax, I couldn’t help take it all personally. It was as if he wasn’t just saying that marriage was a mistake, but that marriage with me specifically would be a big mistake.

  I was crying. I was so embarrassed I could die.

  “Would you mind giving me a few moments to get ready?” I said. “I’d like to freshen up before rejoining the party.”

  “Lacey, I never intended to upset you like this. I’m really sorry.”

  “I’m fine, Grant. Really.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I wiped my eyes. My makeup would be a complete mess but I had a compact.

  “Of course I’m sure. I was being silly, that’s all. It happens after I make love. I get emotional.”

  Chapter 10

  Lacey

  THINGS WERE AWKWARD BETWEEN ME and Grant after that. Actually, that’s an understatement. Things weren’t just awkward, they were excruciating. We avoided each other completely in the mansion, which wasn’t difficult given the size of the house. If I heard him in the kitchen, I’d order in from a
local restaurant and eat in the dining room. If he was in the living area, I’d go up to my room. One morning, I was sitting by the pool and he came out and sat by himself at the other end of it. We just watched each other over our sunglasses and didn’t speak. It was weird. We’d been sharing the same home for years, and suddenly we were like two complete strangers.

  Forrester and Grady noticed. They knew exactly what had happened. So much for it being a secret. They didn’t mention it, but there was sort of an unwritten rule among us that we wouldn’t sleep with each other. Or more specifically, that they wouldn’t sleep with me. My father had taken them in and we were supposed to all be a family.

  Grant and I had broken that rule, and no one really knew what it meant. Maybe we’d all been living together for too long. It would be a shame if the Brotherhood drifted apart because of something stupid Grant and I had done, but we couldn’t all share a house forever, could we? It was one thing when we were in our twenties, but the brothers all had millions of dollars now, and didn’t need to be living in my house. Jackson had fixed up his father’s old vineyard and moved into it with Faith. Maybe the others would do something similar.

  I’d miss them though. Actually, I’d be devastated. I didn’t want to lose the only family I’d ever known.

  I counted the days until Jackson and Faith got back from their honeymoon. They’d gone up north to Washington State for a couple of weeks. There was a forest up there where Jackson had bought a cabin by a lake. They brought Sam, and they fished and jet skied and went out in a boat. The pictures looked beautiful.

  The day after they got back, I called Faith.

  “How was the honeymoon?”

  “Amazing,” she said, and I could tell by her voice that she was the happiest she’d ever been.

  She’d always been a happy, positive person, but there was a lightness to her now, like she’d finally gotten what she’d always wanted. I couldn’t help wonder if I’d ever know that sort of happiness.

  “Was Jackson everything you remembered?”

  “And more,” she said, and then giggled like a girl. “Lacey, he’s an animal. My husband is a beast.”