by C. A Rose
“You smell good,” he rumbles. I fight my eyes open, look down the length of my body, and watch his eyes close and his nose press into my panties. The coolness from his deeply inhaled breath makes me whimper, but when his teeth nip at my cotton-covered pussy, my legs attempt to close and my nails dig into my palms.
“Hunter,” I whisper, gaining his eyes.
“Who’s Mic?” he asks again, holding my gaze.
“My roommate,” I whisper, and his eyes go funny, almost dangerous.
“How many men have touched you here?” he questions on a deep growl, as he once more slides his fingers down the center of my now drenched panties.
Swallowing, I shake my head back and forth against the couch. “You,” I whimper, pressing my pussy closer to his mouth, not caring even a little bit what my actions may be saying about me and the type of girl I am. All I can think about is how close his mouth is to my pussy, how big his hands feel holding my legs open, and how good it will feel when his beard scrapes my sensitive skin.
“You’ve been a good girl, keeping my pussy untouched for me.”
Oh.
My.
Goodness.
His pussy. I don’t know what that means, but the idea of any part of me belonging to him works for me. His head turns and his mouth opens over my inner thigh and he sucks hard, so hard my legs clamp shut and I feel something begin to unfurl in my belly. Not a bad something, but something I know will be huge when it unwinds completely.
“Hunter!” I cry, as he pushes my legs apart and his mouth moves and opens over my panties.
Then his head shoots up, and he pulls a blanket off the back of the couch, and tosses it over me. I hear Rage growling when I come completely out of my daze and lift my head to look over the back of the couch toward the front door, where Hunter is headed. The door slams behind him, and I flinch when I see a beautiful blonde throw herself into his arms.
Scrambling up from the couch and wincing, I hop across the room toward the stairs then climb them slowly. My ankle does feel better, but it’s not one hundred percent. There is bruising and it’s a little swollen. Once I reach the top floor, I head for Hunter’s room, find my jeans, and use the house phone next to the bed to call AAA.
Somehow, I luck out, and they use the phone number I’m calling from to pull up the address. They tell me a driver is five minutes out and that he’ll swing by and pick me up before we go get my car which works perfectly for me. Hiding away in the bathroom upstairs I watch out the window. From my vantage point, I can’t see Hunter or the woman, but I can see a red sports car parked in front of the house, a car that wasn’t there this morning. Watching the driveway I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the tow truck pull up. Hurrying as best as I can out of the room I head down the stairs and rush out of the house.
“Who are you?” I hear the woman ask from my side, and I push through the front door. Turning my head, I take her in and notice she’s not just pretty; she’s really, really pretty.
“I’m leaving,” I tell her, ducking my head.
“You are not leaving,” Hunter growls at me from the bottom of the stairs, making me jump. I didn’t even realize he was there.
“I am,” I snarl back. I mean, what kind of girl does he think I am? Sure, I didn’t exactly stop a man I don’t know from shoving his face between my legs, but I’m not the kind of girl who would be okay with a man who has a woman touching me in any way.
“You are not,” he snarls, then points behind me at the front door. “Go inside now. And you.” He looks over my shoulder. “You need to go.”
“Please, Hunter,” the woman behind me whispers, and my heart crumples in my chest, because his eyes soften and he shakes his head.
“No,” he tells her, then he pauses as his eyes cut to me and his voice softens. “Go inside.”
“I….” I look at him then at the tow truck driver, who’s hopping out of the cab of his truck.
“You good, Hunter?” the guy asks, and Hunter turns toward him. Figures. It’s just my luck they know each other.
“Yeah, man. Need you to pick up Aspen’s car. It’s on the road about two miles back. Just take it to town and drop it at Billy’s.”
“Got it,” the driver mutters, getting back in the tow truck, and then I watch him drive off, leaving me stranded. Moving my eyes to Hunter, I watch him stomp up the stairs, coming right at me with his heated eyes locked on mine. I try to back up, but with my ankle the way it is, I can’t move very quickly.
“You need to be off your foot.” He picks me up, and then his eyes move across the porch as he shakes his head at the woman before carrying me into the house.
CHAPTER 4
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Hunter
“Is she your girlfriend?” Aspen asks, as I settle her back on the couch and put her foot up on a pillow.
“No,” I tell her, leaning in and kissing the cute little pout from her lips. “I’m getting you some ice. Stay put.” I go to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later and finding her where I told her to stay, and I put the towel-wrapped ice on her ankle.
“Who is she if she isn’t your girlfriend?” she inquires, as I take a seat and toss the pillow across the room to the armchair, laying her legs over my lap.
“No one,” I say distracted wondering how I can convince her to take her jeans back off.
“So you… you’re not with her.”
My eyes meet hers and I feel my face go soft. “No, baby. I’m not with her. Never have been.”
“Oh,” she mutters, nibbling her full bottom lip looking conflicted. Then she looks around, her cheeks turning pink while avoiding my gaze, which is so damn adorable considering she was just shoving her pussy in my face a few minutes ago.
“It’s gonna take a couple days to get your car looked at. Billy’s is always backed up, since he’s the only reliable mechanic for miles.”
“I can call for an Uber or a cab,” she offers quietly, and those words send me into a panic. I shouldn’t feel like this, like I want to tie her to my bed and never let her go, but I do.
“You’re not leaving,” I bark, and her eyes widen. “I mean, you need to rest, at least today. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about it again,” I say, softening my tone. Then I grit out a question before I even know I want the answer to it more than my next breath. “Are you on birth control?”
“I… um… I….” she sputters, her freckles turning even darker, and then she shakes her head. My heart rate that was in overdrive slows down. I may not be able to kidnap her, since that shit’s illegal, but I can spend a shitload of time getting her pregnant with my kid so she has no choice but to stick around.
“Good,” I mutter, sliding her legs off my lap, then stand and pick her up off the couch.
“What are you doing?” she asks, clinging to me.
“We’re going to shower.” I carry her up the stairs, her slight weight feeling like nothing and absolutely everything in my arms.
“You said ‘we,’” she whispers, and my eyes drop to her face.
“Yep,” I agree, and take her right to my bedroom and into the bathroom, setting her on the vanity. Stripping off my shirt, her eyes roam over my chest then down to my jeans, where my dick is tenting the denim, wanting to get to her cherry. Actually, scratch that. Wanting to get to my cherry, ’cause I plan on owning that shit and her completely.
Going to the shower, I turn it on then move back to her, and without a word, I whip her top off over her head. Her breasts with dusky pink nipples bounce, and my eyes roam over her. She’s covered in spots, a million of them, and I want to know each and every one of them.
Unhooking the button of her jeans, I growl, “Lift your ass,” then drag her jeans down her legs, tossing them to the floor along with her panties.
Getting a look at her pussy for the first time has me almost coming in my jeans. She’s covered in spots even there, but her skin is bare except a triangle of hair that points right to what I know will be my favorite place in the worl
d. My cock throbs, and I move my hand away from her thigh and undo the button of my jeans, slide down my zipper, and kick them off.
“Hunter.”
At her gasp, my eyes slide leisurely up her body and I watch her wide eyes devour my erection. Moving between her legs, I take my ten inches in hand and drop my eyes to her pussy then run the head back and forth over her clit. “Spread your legs farther, baby. Let me look at my pussy.”
“Hunter,” she whimpers.
“Now, Aspen.” Her legs widen and her breathing turns labored. She’s so turned on that her folds are glistening with her arousal. “Hands to my shoulders,” I murmur softly, she does as she’s told and moves her hands to hold onto my shoulders. Sitting like she is, she’s completely open to me. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Aspen?” I ask, pulling my eyes away from her pussy to meet her gaze.
Licking her lips, she nods, and whispers, “Yes,” as her eyes turn lazy and color infuses her skin.
“You kept your cherry just for me. Gonna let me fuck you however and whenever I want?” I prompt, sliding down so just the tip of my cock slips inside of her.
Her moaned “Yes” makes me smile.
“You’re gonna let me do anything to you I want to do, aren’t you?” I ask, slipping in a little then pulling out, circling her clit once more.
“Anything,” she whimpers shakily.
“Put my baby in you?” I question, watching a drop of precum drip out of the tip and slide over her clit, into her pussy. “I’m gonna own you, Aspen. I’m gonna fill your tiny pussy with so much cum.”
Her pussy spasms, and I lean forward, sliding the tip of my cock into her, cupping her breast with one hand and rolling her clit with my thumb. I’m not going to pop her cherry yet. Not yet I want to savor that moment.
“Hunter!” she cries out into my mouth, with her pussy pulsing against the tip of my cock as she comes. Rocking my hips forward, I jerk my cock off, making sure not to go too deep as I come hard. Panting, I pull out and watch my cum leak out of her as her cunt tries to suck it all back up.
“My cum looks good in you,” I groan, gathering her limp body against mine. I carry her into the shower and settle myself on the bench with her on my lap.
Rubbing her back, I wait for her breathing to even out and her eyes to flutter open, before I ask, “How are you feeling?” Her smile takes my breath away, but her pressing her mouth to mine does me in. I take over the kiss then pull away slowly with nibbles to her bottom then top lip. “Let’s get you washed up.”
“I’m not like this,” she whispers, pressing her face into my neck so I can’t see her and I can barely hear her.
“Like what?” I dip my face closer to hers.
“I, you know, don’t do… this.” She pauses, pulling her face back and looking up at me. “I… you… I mean, you….” She closes her eyes then opens them back up, whispering, “I just want you.”
“That’s good, seeing’s how I’m keeping you.” I give her a squeeze and kiss her forehead.
“You’re keeping me?” She frowns.
“Finders keepers, baby. I found you, and now you’re mine.”
Blinking up at me she whispers, “What?”
“You’re mine. We’ll figure it all out, but you’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh my goodness,” she mutters, making me grin, ’cause she sure as fuck isn’t running, screaming for her life. In fact, judging by the way her legs are twitching and her thighs are rubbing together, she likes the idea of me owning her.
“Let’s wash up then I need to feed you. I also need to make a few calls, and you need to contact your family, along with your roommate, to let them all know you’re okay.
“Oh… yeah, I should probably do that,” she mumbles, making me smile.
I have no idea what the hell’s come over me. Normally with women, I can take them or leave them, and most of the time, it’s a whole lot of the second. Women who live around here know who I am and are only interested in my money. I don’t play games. I’m not interested in being anyone’s sugar daddy, or having a piece of arm candy following me around. I’ve never pursued a woman. One, I’ve never had to, and two, there has never been anyone who’s caught my attention enough for me to even think about it. That is, until sweet little Aspen passed out on my property.
There’s something about her that calls to a deep, dark place inside of me. I want to own every inch of her mind and body, and I won’t settle for anything less. I’ve also never felt jealousy before, but when she mentioned the little fucker who was harassing her, I had to hold myself in check. Not to mention the fact her roommate is a man. That shit is not okay. The idea he’s seen her when she’s woken in the morning, shared the same bathroom as her, and probably seen her half-undressed is enough to have me seeing red.
CHAPTER 5
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Aspen
Okay, he’s doing that growling thing again. I have no idea what that’s about, or why the sound sends tingles through my body, but it does. Every time I hear it, I want to get closer and rub my body against his.
Thoughts of rubbing my body against his has me pressing my thighs together. I can’t believe I let him do those things to me. Well, actually, I can believe it. The moment he took off his shirt, and I saw his chest up close, and felt the power of his body against mine, I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to me. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. I have never acted like this with anyone. Even in the past when men have hit on me, I’ve been uncomfortable and awkward, but with him, it just seems so easy.
“You need to get washed up.” His hand runs up my calf then my thigh, opening my legs a little, and I watch him smile. “Do you want to come again, Aspen?” he asks, dipping his face closer to mine. Nodding, since I can’t speak, his eyes darken and then he’s up, setting me on the bench where he just was. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he uses his shoulders to nudge my legs apart.
“Oh my,” I breathe, as he drags my ass to the end of the bench and buries his face between my legs before I know what’s happening. His wet tongue laps at me hungrily. “Hunter!” I cry, stunned as one thick finger pushes inside me, rubbing some hidden spot I didn’t know existed.
“Goddamn it, I can’t wait to own every inch of you,” he snarls against my clit, and that’s all I need to come, and come hard, screaming, “Yes” into the shower as my orgasm rocks through me.
I don’t understand why the idea of him owning me turns me on, but it does. I want that; I want to belong to him. Coming slowly back, I realize I’m once again in his arms on his lap, and I can feel his hard length pressing against my hip. “What about you?” I look up at him, and his dark, heated eyes lock on mine.
“Don’t worry about me, baby. I’m gonna get everything I want. Make no mistake about that. But right now, we need to get you cleaned up, and then you need to eat something. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”
Oh wow. Okay. My heart starts to pound—not with nerves, but with excitement. “I’m not really hungry,” I tell him, and my stomach takes that moment to growl loudly, proving me a liar.
Feeling myself blush, I duck my head then his mouth is against my ear, growling, “Your little pussy is going to get plenty of attention, baby. You don’t need to be greedy.” His finger and thumb press up on my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“I’m not… not greedy,” I stutter, blushing deeper.
“You’ve come twice and are already trying to convince me to make you come again.” He grins, then continues, “Though this is not a problem—or it won’t be, once you’ve showered and eaten.” He nuzzles my ear.
“You have to let me go,” I breathe, knowing the sooner I finish washing up and eating, the sooner I can have more of what we were doing before.
“I’m not letting you go,” he growls, and his arms tighten around me, sending a thrill through my system.
“Then how am I going to get cleaned up?”
“Oh.” His arms l
oosen and he stands, putting me on my feet. Fighting the smile I feel, I turn my back to him and grab the bar of soap off the shelf to lather up. Turning to look over my shoulder at him, I notice his eyes are roaming over my skin.
“Turn around. I want to see you.” His voice is so deep that my breath hitches and my nipples pebble. Turning slowly to face him, I cup my breasts and cross one leg in front of the other. “Are you doing what you were told to do?” he asks, and I uncross my legs, moaning quietly as the air slides over my pussy, and then drop my hands from my breasts. “Wash up.”
His words vibrate through the shower, and my hands move slowly over my wet skin with the bar of soap held firmly in my grasp, causing suds to slide down my body. Feeling bold, I carry the soap between my legs and gasp as my fingers glide over my sensitive clit. “Do not make yourself come.” His voice holds so much warning that I’m almost, almost tempted to do it again, just to see what will happen if I disobey him and touch myself. But my eyes move to his, and my hands stop moving when I realize how dark they are.
Moving across the shower to him, I hand him the soap and take a step back under the water so I can rinse off. I watch him watch me, his lust is almost suffocating; it makes the shower seem smaller than it is. “Go,” he barks, and I hurry as quickly as I can out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around myself. I then grab another and wrap my hair up, hearing the shower turn off behind me. Before I’m even upright, I feel Hunter behind me and my eyes move to him and watch as he wraps a towel around his waist, which does nothing to hide his huge jutting arousal. Licking my lips, my eyes move to his and I take a step back. “Do not be afraid of me.”
“I’m not,” I whisper the truth. I’m not afraid of him at all. In fact, it’s crazy how easy I find being in his presence, especially when I take into account his size compared to mine. No, what I feel for him is not fear. It’s something else, something that makes my stomach do that flip and my pulse sing in my ears.
