Heart of the Hunter

by Chance Carter

  I quickly put the letters back in the envelope and placed it back on the beam. If Grant was going to give me that letter, I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. I wouldn’t tell him I’d read it. I put the letter back exactly as it had been. He couldn’t know I’d seen it.

  Then I sat down on the bail of hay that we’d made love on, and started to cry.

  Chapter 39

  Grant

  I COULDN’T FIND LACEY WHEN I got home. I searched the living area downstairs, then I went upstairs and checked her bedroom. She wasn’t there. The pool lights were on so I went outside but she wasn’t there either. Nor was she in the hot tub, which was also on. I knew Grady and Forrester were out on a job in Las Vegas and Lacey would have been home alone. I was just beginning to worry when I saw that the lamp in the barn was on.

  I approached the barn slowly. For some strange reason, I knew that once I got there, something big would happen. Either I’d find Lacey and she’d be fine, checking on the horses or something, or I’d find something else. I began to think of all the terrible things Rob might try to do to her to get back at me.

  “Lacey?” I called, from the door of the barn.

  There was absolute silence. I waited a few seconds, and then she answered.

  “Grant, I’m up here.”

  She was in the loft. I climbed the ladder, a dull throb of pain in my shoulder as I did. When I got to the top, I saw the most seductive image imaginable. It was Lacey, the woman I was so deeply in love with that it was beginning to take over my very soul, and she was laying back on the hay, dressed in a robe, with tears in her eyes.

  “What are you doing up here?” I asked.

  “I could ask the same of you,” she answered.

  I looked at her, drinking in the ravishing sight.

  “I have a reason to be here,” I said. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

  She looked startled by my words. I didn’t care. I wanted to startle her.

  I walked over to her and without hesitating, leaned down and put my lips over hers. Immediately she responded, pressing her lips against mine, opening her mouth and allowing me to push my tongue into it. I took hold of her head, my hands covered by her flowing, soft hair, and I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before. I kissed her like my life depended on it.

  My life did depend on her. Try as we both had, there was no way we could resist the force that sought to bring us together. We were completely powerless against our destiny.

  I pulled her closer to me, pressing her body against mine. The robe fell open, and I saw that she was dressed only in a bathing suit. My mouth continued to kiss hers, my tongue licking her tongue, licking her lips, and then slowly moving down from her mouth, over her neck, and then to her breasts.

  A wave of raw desire coursed through me as my lips reached her nipple. I took it into my mouth and sucked gently, running my tongue around the areola in rapid circles. She sighed. She wanted this too. She wanted me every bit as passionately as I wanted her.

  “Grant,” she whispered, as I sucked her nipple. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago, Lacey. I’m taking what’s mine.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  “You’re making me yours?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Just for one night?”

  I looked at her, her bright eyes sparkling in the light cast by the lamp. “No, not for one night. Forever, Lacey. I’m making you mine forever.”

  With that, I reached behind her back and opened the top part of her bathing suit. It fell down, revealing her bare breasts fully to my sight. They were perfect. They were heaven. I took them in my hands and squeezed, ever so gently, as if to test their ripeness.

  “These are the two most beautiful fruits God ever made,” I said.

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t think I need to change them?”

  “Fuck no,” I said, and put my mouth over one, and then the other, sucking her poor nipples until they were pink and ripe and firm, and fully erect.

  Lacey moaned and sighed in pleasure as I did it.

  “I want to come all over these breasts,” I said.

  She looked at me as if she didn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t blame her. I’d given her no warning. I didn’t even know if she’d heard from Rob yet. Did she know the engagement was off? She must have. She was too faithful of a woman to ever do this if she’d been still engaged to another man.

  I loved her so much for that. I loved her for everything she was. She’d put up with so much from me. And even after I’d ravished her in the barn, she never tried to force an outcome between us. She let me go, she let me be free, and I came back to her of my own will.

  I lifted her onto the bail of hay and laid her down on her back. She looked at me in a daze. I took the robe from her and then pulled down the bottom of her bathing suit. Her vagina lay before me like a treasure of gold. I felt like a pirate who’d finally found the trove he’d been searching all his life. This was it. This was real. This was what was meant to be.

  “Grant, what are you doing to me?”

  I didn’t answer her. I just bent down and put my mouth over her clit, sucking the gentle folds of her delicious pink flesh. She was so delicious. She was made for me. My mouth hungered for her. My saliva mixed with her and I swallowed the taste of her. If I could have drank her up entirely, I would have. I ran my tongue over her clit, trying to gauge her excitement. I wanted to make her come with my mouth. I licked her clit, and then sucked on it. I let my tongue run down over the open mouth of her vagina. She was more than ready for my cock, but I wanted to make her wait. I pressed my tongue into her vagina, as far as it could go. Her back arched, thrusting her pelvis forward to my mouth. I put my arms around her and pulled her even more tightly against my mouth. I swallowed. I plunged my tongue deep into her, and then I put my tongue even lower down, so that it reached to her anus. I licked that too, and while I did, my face was pressed into her pussy. I wanted every bit of her. I was like a ravenous animal devouring its prey. Lacey squirmed and moaned as if struggling against me. It would do her no good. She was my captive. I had complete ownership of her, complete possession. Even if she tried to escape me I wouldn’t have been able to stop what I was doing. I’d gone beyond the point of conscious decision. I was acting on pure, raw, animal instinct. My desire had taken over my mind and my body.

  “Grant,” she moaned.

  I pushed my face into her pussy and licked everything. She convulsed and I knew she was about to orgasm. I forced my tongue into her pussy and pulled her tight against my face.

  “Oh, Grant,” she moaned.

  I felt the tremor of her orgasm rush through her body. She shivered and pulsed and throbbed. I held her tight against my face, even as she tried to release herself. There would be no release for her, not now and not ever. She was mine and she had to know it.

  She cried out as her orgasm reached its climax, and then collapsed down onto the hay. I let go of her and rose up to look at her. I wiped my face, which was soaking wet.

  “What are you doing to me?” she panted.

  “I haven’t even started,” I said, and began opening the zipper on my pants. I took off my leather suit and when Lacey saw the bandage on my shoulder she gasped.

  “Grant, what happened to you?”

  “I was working tonight,” I said.

  “You got shot?”

  “I got clipped. It’s nothing.”

  She reached out to touch it but I pushed her back down onto the hay.

  “You stay right where you are,” I said.

  Her cheeks were flushed from the orgasm she’d just had, but I was no where near done with her.

  I took off all my clothes. We were both completely naked apart from my bandage. She looked even more alluring than she had the first time I’d fucked her. My cock was as hard as the handle of a baseball bat.
I brought it up to the lips of her wet pussy and touched them.

  “Don’t tease me,” she said.

  I touched her again with my rigid cock.

  “Come inside me,” she said.

  “Don’t you want me to put on a condom?” I said.

  She hesitated before answering. I couldn’t wait another second.

  “Too late,” I said, and slowly slid the long length of my shaft inside her tender, pink flesh.

  She arched and gasped, as if being impaled by a sword, and I felt a throb of pleasure in my cock as it reached the full depth of it’s length.

  “Pound me, Grant,” she whimpered.

  I smiled at her.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, and then I started rhythmically thrusting, in and out, in and out, like a machine piston. She gasped and squirmed under the raw force of my relentlessly pounding cock. She struggled to move, to change her position, but it was perfect for me. It couldn’t have felt better. I grabbed a hold of her shoulders and locked her into the position I wanted her in. She was mine now. She would have to learn that.

  I kept pounding into her, and just when the pleasure felt as if it was going to be too much, I stopped. I had to force myself to stop, I was on the very cusp of orgasming inside her, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing with her a little more. I knew I would pour myself into her. I could wait another few seconds. I would make her beg.

  She looked up at me. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.”

  “You want some more?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “Then tell me you want it.”

  “I want it,” she said.

  “Beg,” I said.

  She didn’t hesitate a second. “Give it to me, Grant,” she said. “I want you so bad. I want your cock to explode in me. Please give it to me. You know I need you.”

  That did it. I flipped her around with a powerful thrust of my arm, so that she had her back to me, and then I lifted her up onto her knees.

  “Oh, Grant,” she gasped, at exactly the moment that I slide my shaft into her gaping, waiting pussy.

  She cried out, and I thrust powerfully up into her body, trying to get my cock right into the very core of her. I wanted to put my seed into the very center of her soul, somewhere it could never be removed from.

  I held her hips tightly, so tightly my fingers left red marks on her skin, and I pulled her down onto my cock with each powerful upthrust from my loins. She cried out, again and again, and the more I heard her scream, the closer my cock got to the orgasm.

  “Oh, Lacey,” I cried at last. “I’m coming.”

  “Come,” she moaned. “Come inside me, Grant.”

  “I’m coming, Lacey. I’m coming.”

  I felt the pleasure fire through me, just as the pain from the bullet had earlier. It was like a sharp surge of excruciating, agonizing ecstasy.

  “I’m coming,” I cried again, and felt the first surge of my semen pour into her in a thick, powerful surge that started in the core of my groin and burst forward through my cock in an explosion of pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I cried, and again, my semen burst forth in an excess of electrifying pleasure.

  My vision blacked out for a second and my ears started to ring. The force of the orgasm felt so good that it almost knocked me out. I gushed into her again and again. When at last my cock stopped pouring into her, I collapsed onto her back. My weight pushed her down into the hay.

  “Grant,” she moaned.

  “Lacey,” I replied, my cock still fused inside her.

  “Oh, Grant, I waited so long to feel that,” she gasped.

  I turned her back over so that she was facing me. My semen was dripping out of her hot pussy, evidence of how badly I’d wanted her.

  “I’ve been waiting my whole life, Lacey. And I said I was going to make you mine this time.”

  “I am yours,” she said, looking up to me with so much adoration in her eyes I knew she loved me more than she’d ever loved another man.

  “Not yet,” I said.

  She looked worried, but I just smiled. Then I climbed up over her and put my red cock in front of her face.

  “Go on,” I said, “taste yourself.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  She looked at me, confused, but when she saw that I was serious, she obeyed me and opened her mouth. I put the head of my penis into her mouth and made her lick it clean, tasting the sweet nectar of her own pussy in the process.

  Then I said, “You know, you have the most perfect breasts in all of creation.”

  “Really? Rob thought I should get a boob job.”

  I shook my head. “That would be a crime,” I said, and rubbed the shaft of my cock in the valley between her two perfect, pert breasts.

  She squeezed them together when I started rubbing my cock back and forth between them. My cock didn’t take long to get hard again. It stiffened up, back to it’s full size, and because it was so wet it slid up and down between Lacey’s cleavage perfectly.

  I looked down into her face. I knew that what I was looking at was the look of love. Lacey was so in love with me, and I’d never even realized it. I’d been so concerned about so many things that I’d missed the most important thing of all. I’d missed the love of my soulmate. We’d always been destined to be together. I knew that now.

  I slid my hot cock back and forth until it throbbed in agonizing pleasure.

  “Now you’re going to be mine,” I said.

  “Do it,” she gasped.

  And with that, a stream of white, sticky semen shot out of my cock onto her chest. It was followed by yet another stream of the white substance. It landed on her cleavage, and my sliding cock rubbed it all over her chest.

  When I was done, her chest was covered in my sperm.

  “Now you’re mine, Lacey,” I said. “I’m not taking any more chances with you. You’re mine now, and you’ll be mine forever.”

  “And you’re mine,” she said, a sly look on her face.

  “Yes, I am.”

  Chapter 40

  Lacey

  I DON’T THINK I EVER knew what real love felt like until that moment. Grant was pouring himself into me with such reckless abandon I wanted to die in happiness. He wanted me to be his. He kept saying it, over and over. If only he knew, I was already his. I’d always been his. I was carrying his child and he didn’t even know it yet.

  I looked up into his beautiful, big, bright eyes as his cock poured all over my chest and breasts. It was so hot I wanted to suck him again. I’d already had so many orgasms, I’d been so overpowered by his body, but the more he did to me, the more aroused I became.

  I put my arms around him and pulled him down onto me, so that his chest was pressed against mine, glued by his own semen. He held me so tightly that I felt I’d never feel alone again.

  “Never let me go,” I said.

  “I never will, Lacey.”

  Then he got up and put his head between my legs.

  “Not again,” I said, but he just shook his head.

  “This isn’t over until I say it’s over.”

  “Oh, no,” I gasped, as I threw my head back and sank into the hay.

  His tongue worked miracles on my clit, carefully covering every fold of skin with his saliva. I’d had so many orgasms, but as he continued to run his tongue over me, I felt another one begin to surge up inside me. I couldn’t believe it.

  Did Grant know I was no longer engaged to Rob? He couldn’t possibly, but I knew he didn’t think I’d do this if I was still in a relationship with someone else.

  My mind went blank and I could no longer think about it. Grant’s tongue was inside my vagina again, even though he’d just orgasmed inside me. Wasn’t he afraid of tasting himself? I felt self-conscious about it for a second, before deciding that it was actually incredibly hot that he was willing to risk that, just to give me one more orgasm.

  As his tongue wa
ndered down, beneath my vagina, I braced myself for what I knew was coming. His tongue just touched my asshole at first, then returned to my pussy. But before long, he had me tilted back with his arms so that he could run his tongue all over my asshole.

  “Grant,” I gasped, “what are you doing?”

  But instead of answering, he just pushed his thumb gently into my wet pussy as his tongue continued to run in circles all over my asshole.

  I was embarrassed, no mortified, but that wasn’t going to save me. I’m almost embarrassed to admit it, but it felt so good. I squirmed as his finger made a beckoning motion in my pussy, and his tongue licked my asshole.

  Before I knew it, I was orgasming again. It was too much. The pleasure built up like a flood behind a dam, and then suddenly burst, pouring through every nerve in my body.

  “Grant,” I cried, and he planted his mouth over my clit and sucked it hard.

  I almost passed out from pleasure.

  Afterwards, he lay with me in the hay. I was wrapped in his strong arms again. He was my home, and I never wanted to be away from him for as long as I lived.

  He put his hand on my tummy and I knew I had to tell him about the baby. It was crazy. We were actually having a baby together. But what if he didn’t want a baby? What would I do if he said he didn’t want it? I’d die.

  Then I thought about those letters I’d found. I looked up at the beam above us. They said that Grant loved me. He wanted everything with me, a family, a marriage, the whole deal. I sighed.

  “You all right?” he asked.

  I muzzled my face against his neck. It felt so good.

  “There’s something I have to tell you,” I said.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s something very important.”

  “Very important?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed me on the forehead and it was so tender, so affectionate, it almost made me cry.

  “Well, what is it?”