Hunter: A Snow White and the Huntsman Variation (Stud Ranch Standalone Romances Book 1)

by Stasia Black

  And all she could think about now was driving him absolutely crazy. It was always like that with him. She stood up straight as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free and Hunter’s nostrils flared.

  He reached for the wall as he got to his feet.

  “That’s good. Hold the wall,” she instructed, grabbing a pillow and then dropping to her knees in front of him.

  His cock flexed toward her mouth. “Babe, you don’t have to—”

  She grabbed hold of the base and then sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as she applied suction and then pulled back with a loud pop.

  “Jesus Christ.” His legs wobbled and she pulled back.

  “Is standing okay?”

  “Yep. It’s great. All good here. You can keep going,” he spoke in a rush before pausing. “But you know. Only if you want. I’m not saying you have to—”

  She shut him up by sucking his cock back in her mouth.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he hissed out, leaning against the wall and staring down at her. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I love your body. You make me so hard.”

  He loved her body? He certainly wasn’t lying about her getting him hard. He was like steel in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks to get the best suction she could around his shaft each time his tip plunged past her lips. She was determined more than ever to drive him absolutely insane. She teased his slit with the very tip of her tongue as she slowly pulled back off again. A girlfriend had told her a trick once to try to spell out the alphabet with your tongue as a way to drive guys crazy.

  She’d made it to Z twice before Hunter groaned and pulled out of her mouth. His features were twisted in strain as he looked down at her. He fisted his cock and jerked it up and down roughly. “Baby, I don’t know if I can come. I’m so fuckin’ hard. Christ I’m so hard.” His eyes briefly closed as he jerked his dick a little more roughly but then he opened them back up to look down at her. “But those pills or whatever at the hospital.”

  He kept jerking on his cock, twisting roughly when he got to the head.

  Isobel had been getting a little fatigued. She didn’t know how long she’d been at it but if she hadn’t had the pillow, she knew her knees would be sore.

  “But does it feel good?” she asked.

  “Fuck yes,” he said, squeezing his dick even harder. “I want to come so bad.”

  Which made Isobel’s sex clench. God, he was sexy even when he wasn’t trying to be. She bit her lip. Then took a deep breath. “I want to try something.”

  She reached up and batted away his hand, grabbing hold of his cock and gripping it as hard as she could before taking over and repeating the motions he’d just been doing.

  He slumped against the wall, his eyebrows dropping and his mouth opening in pleasure as she jerked him off. “Anything.” It was barely more than a whisper.

  “You trust me?” She looked up at him, giving him the eye contact he was always so particular about.

  “Anything,” he repeated, his eyes burning into hers. “Always.”

  She smiled coyly up at him and then directed his cock back into her mouth. But then she started to finger herself. She moaned around his cock. God, she’d never before in her life found a blow job sexy but she was already on the brink again.

  It was just Hunter’s responsiveness. His thighs flexed each time she sucked him in. He was breathing so hard. One hand hovered near her head but it was like he was afraid if he touched her she’d disappear. It was sweet and fucking sexy all at the same time.

  Which made her want to do bad, bad things to this man.

  After getting her index finger lubricated with her juices, she sucked Hunter’s cock in so deep the tip of him touched her throat. Then she teased the finger she’d just had inside herself at his asshole.

  He jerked in her mouth like she’d electrocuted him. He pulled all the way out and she lifted her head to look at him. His gaze locked on hers. His chest moved erratically up and down.

  “Do you trust me?” she repeated.

  She could see the hesitation in his features but still his head bobbed up and down in a single nod. “Always.”

  “Then relax.” She bobbed the head of his cock in and out of her mouth several times in quick succession until she had him groaning in pleasure again. Only then did her index finger go back to its explorations.

  He went tense at first. But then, like he’d ordered himself to, his ass relaxed. When she pushed at his hole, her finger slipped inside.

  She hummed around his cock in pleasure. She’d never done this before. Only read about it. The male G-spot. She’d read about it in a romance novel and then done a ton of research to find out just how to do it. Jason had never let her try it out on him. In his words: “all ass stuff is gay.”

  But Hunter was trusting her. And she intended to reward him. She pushed her finger several inches down his channel, feeling all along the wall toward the front of his body. And… bingo. There was a small walnut-sized bump. She began to gently rub and press it.

  “Oh fuck.” A shudder went down Hunter’s legs and his hips thrust forward, sending his cock toward the back of her throat. And it was fucking exhilarating. She wanted him to lose control. She wanted him to go fucking crazy.

  She continued her massage of the small gland while bobbing up and down on his cock.

  He cried out an anguished, feral sound as he jerked his cock out and then thrust back in again. He grabbed the back of her head and roared as he came.

  And came.

  And came.

  She tried her best to swallow his cum but she couldn’t keep up and it spilled out her mouth and down the front of her chest.

  No time to worry about it though because Hunter stumbled and almost fell to his knees.

  “Oh! Hunter.”

  He grabbed for the wall, just managing to catch himself in time. His hand immediately went to his cock. “More,” he growled through his teeth. With her finger still in his ass she kept massaging his prostate and he groaned as even more cum spilled out of his cock.

  Isobel moved and extended her tongue, licking up the cum and watching Hunter through her lashes.

  “Fuck. Gonna die. You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, pushing his cock back between her lips already slick with his cum. He kept thrusting until long after he’d come all he was going to. She slipped her finger out of his back passage.

  She got to her feet and started for the bathroom. He immediately pushed off from the wall and started following her. She turned back to look at him. “Lie down. I’ll be right back.”

  But there was some look she couldn’t read in his eyes. A wariness. Or… fear. “Don’t leave.”

  She went up on tip toe and kissed him. “I just need to wash up. Get in bed.”

  She’d meant it to just be a quick peck, but he reached for her cheeks and he held her in place while he kissed her so deep she was gasping for breath by the time he let her go.

  He closed his eyes and breathed out, his forehead to hers before finally letting go of her and stumbling toward the bed. He dropped onto his stomach before she could try to help him.

  She ran to the bathroom and quickly washed up. Even so, she thought he might already be asleep by the time she got back. In her experience, guys usually went into an immediate coma about three seconds after coming.

  But Hunter was awake, his intense blue eyes on her as she got into bed. He immediately pulled her to him, rolling slightly onto his side so he could wrap an arm around her from behind in a modified spooning position.

  He must have just been fighting off the sex coma, though, because as soon as they were in place, she felt his entire body relax. And his voice was thick as he whispered the words that would have her awake the rest of the night:

  “Love you, babe. Don’t leave me again. Please.” He snuggled into her neck, his arm cinching tighter around her waist. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me again.”

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nbsp; And Isobel went cold from her head all the way down to her toes.

  She should have realized as soon as he called her ‘gorgeous.’ For God’s sake, he’d said he loved her body. How had she not wised up, right then?

  In his drugged head, the whole time he’d been having sex with her, he’d thought she was his ex-wife.

  Chapter 18

  HUNTER

  Fuuuuuuck. Ow. Christ. Son of a mother—

  Hunter’s teeth gritted against the pain as his eyes blinked open.

  “Goddamn it,” he swore, stomach tensing as he tried to breathe through the pain. His back was on fire. Stabbing, painful fire.

  He tried to sit up but even the tiniest movements pulled at his back and made it worse.

  “Don’t try to move.” Isobel appeared in front of him like a dark-haired angel, her hair flying around her in a cloud.

  For a second he could only stare. She must have taken a shower because she was cleaned up. She had on a pair of zip up coveralls they used in the field and always carried around in the truck—probably the only clean thing she had to put on. It was oversized on her but all he could think about was the fact that it would take one swipe of the zipper and she’d be naked.

  Naked.

  Suddenly the night before came back to him with the force of a hammer to the head. Her breathy groans. Her on her knees, mouth sucking his cock. Him pumping like a goddamned geyser down her throat after she—

  “Hunter?” She held out a pill along with a cup of water. “Here, swallow this.” She was looking toward him but wouldn’t quite meet his eye. “It’ll help with the pain. And this one’s an antibiotic.” She unscrewed another cap and handed him a second pill.

  Was she really just going to pretend like last night hadn’t happened?

  “Don’t give me any macho bullshit,” Isobel said when he laid there unmoving. “Swallow.”

  Well, how was he supposed to refuse when she went all sexy nurse on him like that? He popped the first pill, then the second, cringing in pain when he lifted up on his elbows to drink the water.

  Christ, he was thirsty. The water tasted great.

  But it also made him aware of another pressing need. Looked like he’d be getting up from this bed after all.

  He went to twist and sit up again. He gritted his teeth but couldn’t keep the groan back as he pushed through the pain to pull his body up.

  “Hunter!”

  He hated hearing the alarm in Isobel’s voice. Hated even more that he couldn’t do anything about it other than mutter, “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

  He finally managed to get to a sitting position, his legs swung over the side of the bed.

  “What are you doing? You need to lay back down!”

  “Bathroom,” was all he was able to get out.

  She nodded and then sat down, sliding her slim body beside his and slipping underneath his arm.

  Warm.

  Soft.

  Female.

  And not just any female.

  Isobel.

  Again his short-circuiting brain was side-tracked from the pain. If he kissed her right now, would she kiss him back? Or keep pretending like last night had never happened?

  It had happened… right?

  He blinked a couple times. Could it have all been some Vicoden-induced dream? He watched Isobel even more closely.

  She bit her plump bottom lip. How was that not a fucking invitation? Or rather, an invitation to fuck?

  She was breathing hard and he felt the side of her breast brushing his chest every time she took in air. Was being near him affecting her the same way? Another flash of memory: her screaming his name, legs shaking with her orgasm while he ate her out.

  Fuuuuuuuuuuck, he’d never forget the taste of that sweet cunt for as long as he lived.

  But was his doped-up head just mixing up memories from the first time he’d had her? It was so vivid, though.

  Then again, right before he woke up, he’d been reliving the storm. That had been vivid as hell too. The twister was coming toward them. Only this time it didn’t veer away. It kept coming and coming and he hadn’t been able to save her—

  At the thought, his chest squeezed until he couldn’t breathe.

  No. She was safe. Her body was warm. So, so warm. If he just turned into her, he could lean down and bury his face in her neck. Lick along the shell of her ear until her breath hitched in that way that drove him absolutely fucking insane.

  “Okay,” she said, her voice no nonsense. “Up in three. One, two—”

  Well damn. Guess her thoughts weren’t on the same page.

  “Three.”

  She stood up and he had to go with her or else he’d look like a damn fool. So as much as it fucking hurt, he lurched unsteadily forward. Again he couldn’t help the groan of pain the movement caused.

  Though it was actually more of a roar because Jesus fuck, that hurt. It hadn’t been nearly this bad last night.

  “Okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re doing great.” Isobel’s small hand went to his stomach to steady him. Low on his stomach. And that just made his brain a mess of cross-firing synapses.

  A beautiful woman’s hand close to his crotch made him want to grab her and grind his body against hers. Hellfire stabbing back pain made him want to collapse on the floor in a ball. Or pass out again. That would work for him too.

  But goddamn it, he had to piss.

  So he stumbled forward, Isobel struggling to help him toward the small bathroom.

  Isobel shook her head. “They should have kept you another day at the hospital. What were they thinking?”

  So this was probably not the best time to tell her he vaguely remembered the doctor saying something about strongly recommending that he stay another day for rest and observation. And Hunter being like, screw that, I can walk, I’m just fine.

  Yeah. He was thinking Isobel didn’t ever need to know that little detail.

  He staggered the last few steps to the bathroom and then grabbed the doorframe to hold himself up.

  When he stepped inside and flicked on the light, Isobel started to follow. “Whoa.” He moved to block her path. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She put a hand on her hip. “Don’t be a baby. You need help.”

  She tried to slip past him but he held out his arm to bar her way. She must have seen the grimace on his face at the action—no matter what he did, it seemed to pull at his back. She immediately stilled.

  “Are you okay?” Then her face fell. “Of course you’re not okay.”

  Her lips pinched together and her eyes got watery. “I am so sorry, Hunter. I never even apologized last night. But I’m so, so sorry.” She looked absolutely stricken. “You’ll never know how sorry. I can’t believe how stupid I was to risk your life when—”

  “Hey.” He ignored the pain it caused to lift his hand to cup her cheek. Her hand-wringing stopped and she went absolutely still, her large blue eyes coming up to meet his. “It’s not your fault. These things just happen. We don’t have any control over them.”

  That was one of the steps, after all. Acceptance. He couldn’t go back and change anything that had happened with Janine—no matter how many times he called the number she never picked up to apologize to her.

  What happened had happened. As sure as if it was set in cement. There was no time-travel to go back and undo it. No, ‘if only I’d known then what I know now.’ That was all bullshit fantasy.

  Maybe everything had been fated before it even happened. Written down in some book in the sky, predetermined. So even if he could go back in time, nothing would have turned out any different.

  Some days that thought comforted him.

  Others it tortured him.

  But Isobel was just shaking her head, eyes haunted. “If I hadn’t been so stubborn, insisting we get Beauty to the hospital right that second—”

  “Stop it.” His voice was sharp. “There are no what ifs. There’s just now. And we’re both h
ere now.”

  She stilled and he noticed her clenched fists loosen. She took a deep breath in. Was she letting go of her guilt? He hoped so. It was no way to live. He should know.

  Her eyes dropped half-closed and she turned her head slightly, nuzzling her cheek into his hand as if without thinking about it.

  This woman.

  Fuck. Did she know what she did to him? And not just below the belt. Her sweetness. Her sassiness. Her intelligence. He’d never met anyone like her.

  “I was so scared,” she whispered. Her breath was hot on his palms. Her lips so close to his skin.

  She was so beautiful. Delicate but strong. A winter rose, like his mom used to grow. His chest filled. He felt… She was just…

  Her eyes widened suddenly and she jerked back from him. “Sorry. I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.” She dropped her eyes as she stepped out of the door. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

  As soon as she closed the door, the pain that he’d been briefly distracted from made itself known again. He didn’t bother hiding his grimace since Isobel couldn’t see him now.

  He turned his back toward the mirror and looked over his shoulder. He tried lifting up the back of his shirt to check out the damage, but twisting his arm like that hurt like hell so he quickly gave up. All he could see was the edge of a bandage anyway.

  He went to the commode and quickly relieved his bladder. Then washed his hands and went back out to Isobel. She was making the bed. Unnecessary, since the maids would only strip it to wash everything once they left. Just habit or was she so uncomfortable around him she needed something to keep her hands busy?

  “How long was I asleep?”

  “You slept through the night.” She punched a pillow to fluff it. “It’s 7:30.”

  “Did you sleep?” Now that he was a little more awake, he noticed slight shadows under her eyes.

  She waved a hand like it wasn’t important. “Are you hungry?” She pulled the comforter over the bed and then smoothed out all the wrinkles.

  He didn’t miss how she immediately turned the questions back to him. But now that she mentioned it, he was starving. He hadn’t eaten since before lunch yesterday.