“Hi,” he said, his sky-blue gaze staring right at me.
I sucked in a breath. “Hi.”
He looked down at the lame-ass plant in my hand. “Is that for me?”
“Yes, “I replied, feeling foolish that I hadn’t thrust it in his face the second he’d opened the door.
He relieved me of the plant and after inviting me in, he shut the door behind me.
The house was tiny, but it cozy. The kitchen and living room were practically one entity, and I smiled in satisfaction when he placed the little plant carefully on the small bar counter that separated the poky kitchen from the living room.
“Housewarming gift. Sorry if it’s kinda cheesy, I just wanted you to have something from me.”
“I love it,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
“It’ll need to be watered at least –”
There was no finishing my sentence around Hunter. His lips met mine, warm and hungry, as his arms pulled me against him. I had no choice but to melt into his kiss, running my hands up his back, enjoying the hard bumps and ridges of his back.
When he finally broke the kiss, he looked down at me with mischief in his eyes. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa, where there was a stack of takeout menus. On the TV was some sort of baseball game.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“What, you’re not cooking for me?” I teased.
His face went blank, and then he looked a bit worried before he recovered. “Well, I can cook, is that what you want?”
I grinned. “I was joking. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I can make a mean spaghetti. However, I didn’t plan for that, so I’d have to go to the store…”
I put my hand on his arm. “Stop. I was joking. We can order pizza. I don’t care.”
He grinned. “Okay, but I only eat New York style pizza.”
Lightly punching him in the arm, I said, “Snob.”
He rubbed his arm. “Ouch, that hurt.”
I snorted. “Right.”
Grinning, he grabbed the stack of menus and plucked one from the top. “Mario’s. What do you want on it?”
I shrugged and said, “I don’t care.”
He got up to get his phone from the kitchen counter and I watched him. Why was I so nervous? This was what, our third or fourth date? It was time, and it was what I wanted. No more analyzing it.
I didn’t even hear what he ordered, but he hung up and said, “Forty minutes.”
“Delivery or takeout?” I asked.
“Takeout. That place doesn’t deliver, they’re a small shop.”
With more bravery than I felt, I said, “Hmm, well, what can we do for forty minutes then?” I quickly bit my lip, wondering if I had been too bold.
He towered over me and offered his hand, which I took. He stood me up and pressed me against him again, looking into my eyes and then brushing my hair from off my shoulder and kissing it gently. He ran kisses up my neck and then to my ear, where he said, “I can think of a few things.”
Swallowing hard, I smiled and said, “Show me.”
He pulled on my hand and led me to his bedroom, where I barely got to look around before he had me pinned to the bed, his heavy weight pressing down on me just enough to make me feel safe but sexy. He slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder and kissed me there again, then he moved across my chest, licking at the valley between my breasts before continuing to kiss my other shoulder.
He pulled back slightly and began sliding my dress down over my chest, immediately smiling that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Dragging his gaze up to my eyes then back down to my breasts, his head went down and immediately his hot mouth wrapped around one already peaked and sensitive nipple. I groaned in the back of my throat at the sensation and then felt him grind his hips into mine.
He moved back up to my mouth where he kissed me again, it was desperate and passionate, but sweet and delicious at the same time. I tangled my fingers in his hair and gently pulled as he continued to kiss me.
His hands roamed my whole body, starting at my breasts and then down, coming to land on my inner thigh as he ran his fingers gently over the sensitive area and then up to my panties. I gasped into his mouth when he hooked a finger in them and pushed them to the side, sliding a finger over my slit and then pushed a finger inside.
“Damn, girl, you are seriously hot and wet,” he murmured in my ear.
“See what you do to me?” I said, mocking him for his comment from a few nights ago.
He chuckled in my ear then stood up and looked down at me. Almost as if he was contemplating a decision, he suddenly kneed on the bed and yanked at the top of my dress, which was gathered around my ribcage, and yanked. He almost tore it as he pulled it off my body and tossed it on the floor. Climbing all the way on the bed, he licked my inner thigh and then gripped my black lace bikini panties with his teeth on the right side and his left hand on the other, easing them down.
It seemed like I should feel exposed and shy, but I didn’t. His looks and sounds of approval as he moved his gaze over my body were enough to make me feel beautiful and wanted. He used one hand to yank his shirt off over his head and then suddenly I was the one making sounds and looks of approval. Damn he was hot, muscled and toned all over – and of course, tanned. It was gorgeous in contrast with his light hair and eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Reece. I hope you know that,” he said, smiling as he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked out of them. I could see his erection pressing into his black boxer briefs and it made me want him even more.
“Come here, Hunter. I need you,” I whispered, hooking a finger at him to entice him to get back on top of me.
Crawling back on the bed, he lay down right next to me, and as we were face to face lying on the pillows, he hooked his left arm around me and pushed me into him. I snaked my right leg over his thigh and put my hand on his face.
He smiled at me and then pressed his lips to mine, once again exploring my mouth with his tongue and my body with his hands. My own hands did the same as we seemed to slow down. Time sort of stood still and it was as if the world just ceased to exist beyond the two of us.
We kissed for a very long time. I was out of breath and an unable to control myself any longer when broke the kiss and gazed into his sky-blue eyes. “Please, Hunter. I need you.”
He grinned confidently and slowly leaned up on one elbow. He pulled open a nightstand drawer, where he found a condom. When he took off his boxer briefs, I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful cock. I wanted it so badly. I watched in a rapt fascination as he rolled on the condom. I think my legs spread all on their own.
As he pinned both my hands down on the bed, he pushed himself into me, sliding home with a single groan. The wonderful intrusion made me gasp and I immediately raised my hips and met his thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I’m gonna lose control if you keep making those sounds,” he breathed into my ear as he picked up speed.
“Then fuck me harder,” I whispered back.
He plunged in with a powerful force, then back out. Then again. By the third time, I didn’t expect the orgasm to hit me like it did, but it suddenly rushed through me without warning, like the swell of a tidal wave that hit without warning.
“Hunter, oh, my God!” I cried out, slamming my hips into his as my fingers clawed at his back.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned in my ear, driving himself in and out of me harder and faster as I came around him.
Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me onto him as he lay flat on his back. Lifting my hips, he impaled me onto him and I cried out at how wonderful it felt.
Slowly rolling my hips, he met me thrust for thrust. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His hands slid up my thighs, then up my belly, and up to my breasts. He rolled each nipple with his fingers and I began to feel another wave building.
“So beauti
ful,” he said, looking into my eyes. I leaned down as we continued to move with each other in sync, and licked my way into his mouth.
Moving faster as we kissed, the orgasm built quickly and I had to pull off of his mouth to yell out. I clenched and spasmed around him when he suddenly stilled and jerked inside me.
His fingers tightened around mine as we grasped hands. I then breathed in his ear, “Come hard in me, baby.”
He groaned low and guttural as he released one and hand slid it around my backside, squeezing my ass. I was glad we weren’t in the apartment because I’m pretty sure we could be heard by anyone nearby.
Collapsing on top of him in a boneless heap, his breaths were deep and sharp in my ear, and I doubt mine were any different.
I’m not sure how long he stayed there inside me as we tried to recover, but eventually I rolled over and slowly got up, going into the bathroom and coming out a minute later.
As he lay back down next to me, he slithered his arm under my neck and pulled me up against his side.
“I’m pretty sure our pizza is probably good and cold by now.”
I giggled. “Totally worth it.”
“Totally,” he mimicked.
We never did pick up the pizza, instead, stayed in bed and used up all the condoms he had in his drawer. Not sure I was walking quite right the next day.
Totally worth it.
Chapter 9
Hunter
I looked around the lobby of the huge skyscraper in downtown Tampa. I couldn’t believe my first day of work had finally arrived. I was riding a seriously happy wave of good luck. A gorgeous girlfriend who couldn’t seem to get enough of me both in and out of the bedroom – not that I was any different when it came to how I felt about her – and a new job that was going to allow me to buy said beautiful girlfriend all kinds of awesome gifts.
Hell, I had even wondered over the past couple of weeks what type of diamonds she liked. Square cut? Round? Teardrop shaped? Yeah, my sappy ass had gone online and researched diamond shapes because I was obviously whooped like that.
“Hunter!”
I looked up to see my new boss, Henry Blackwood, heading toward me with a smile.
He put his hand out and I shook it. “Hello, sir. Very excited to be here.”
“Glad to have you,” he replied.
He introduced me to the two security guards in the lobby, whose names I tried to commit to memory, and then we boarded the elevator.
Stopping on the eighth floor of the massive building that boasted 20 floors, we exited the elevator and I found myself in an office environment. It seems as though Blackwood Security had its own floor and it paled in comparison to the office in St. Petersburg where I had interviewed.
Desks and cubicles everywhere. He had originally told me to meet him at the St. Petersburg office but I got an email two days ago telling me to just meet him here in Tampa, which I was fine with.
We made our way back to Mr. Blackwood’s office which was, well, decorated very ornately if I do say so myself. Solid polished oak partner’s desk, a leather chair that probably cost more than my rent, and a Mac laptop with a gigantic screen. A 46-inch TV screen was mounted to the wall opposite the desk. There was not one speck of dust on anything. Glancing to my right, I could see the entire wall was windows, which overlooked downtown Tampa. I could even see the ocean from here.
“Nice office,” was all I could manage to eke out.
“Thank you,” he said, sitting behind his desk.
Mr. Blackwood turned to his expensive Mac and clicked a few buttons, and then I heard the printer I hadn’t noticed fire up. Pulling a few sheets from it, he looked them over and then handed them to me.
“So for this building, you are going to have huge responsibilities. Can you handle that?”
I looked down at the papers he’d handed me and swallowed hard as I looked them over.
Nodding because I really had no other choice, I looked up at him and said, “Of course. I can handle anything you throw at me. I’m game.”
Shit! That was stupid. Why did I say that?
Seventy thousand dollars a year…
He chuckled and said, “Well, I hope you’re in shape because this job has broken a few good men. I think you’re solid though, Jenkins.”
I stopped breathing. What did that mean? Broke men? Fuck… I was a college graduate who was a pretty good shot with my new pistols at the gun range… not a fucking Navy SEAL.
“Care to elaborate, boss?” I said, my million dollar, pearly-white smile still in place.
While he looked back at his computer, I loosened my red tie at my throat and took a deep breath.
Henry waved a hand in the air and said, “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just fuckin’ with you. Seeing how well you handle the pressure.”
I laughed alongside him, even though it was completely fake.
“We don’t break people here, Jenkins. The security guards do the work, checking out any suspicious calls and then reporting them to you. All you have to do is make sure they’re doing their jobs and then write up reports on every incident. We have a PDF form for that. It’s super easy. You’re also the liaison to the local police department and the feds, if they ever stop by.”
I nodded. “Sounds both challenging and a tad easy – no offense.”
Henry chuckled. “You are right on both. If some serious shit goes down, you’re going to be putting in a lot of overtime. But if you have a regular, non-eventful week, you’ll do your 40 hours and be at the bar on Friday in time for kick-off. You trackin’, Jenkins?”
I nodded. “Absolutely, boss.”
He went on to explain the rest of my duties, which sounded more like a shitload of paperwork and evals and crap rather than actual law enforcement duties… which made me sort of depressed. “Head of Security” sounded like a badass. It’s too bad I’d found out it was nothing more than a supervisory paper pushing job. Oh well, I’ll get over it.
I went about my new job for the next month. During that time, I would invite Reece over to spend the night, or I’d go crash at her place. Her body, her mind, her soul… she was now ingrained in me and I there was no way I was never, ever going to get enough of her.
I was ecstatic that my sister Isabelle approved of Reece but my father was being a dick about me dating her, liked to remind me that sometimes girls were “gold diggers”, but I would just laugh. I don’t have enough gold to dig for, even if he did, and maybe I was set to inherit what he had worked for, but I didn’t think in any way that Reece was only interested in that. She would often try to help pay for dinner when we would go out, but I wasn’t raised that way and never let her – still, it was a nice gesture.
“So, are you still liking your job?” she asked as she took a sip of water at the small chain taco bar type restaurant we were at.
I lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “I guess. It wasn’t what I thought it would be, but it’s not terrible.”
She set her water down and her brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound good. I thought you’d love that job. You were so excited about it.”
“It’s just kinda boring, and it’s hard supervising 50 and 60 year old dudes. I don’t think they quite respect me like I expected.”
“You’re young and educated. I’m sure it’s hard for the older guys to have someone so young as their boss. Put yourself in their shoes.”
She didn’t sound rude or condescending when she said it, but it still stung a little. “I have, and yes it would suck. I’m trying to be a good boss, it’s just something I have to get used to, I guess. I should probably find a hobby that gets my adrenaline pumping though. I need excitement.”
“Are you calling me un-exciting?” she asked with a smirk.
I tossed a tortilla chip at her. “No. Hell no. You’re the only excitement I have right now.”
She laughed and said, “Same for me.”
“So I was thinking, though, that when my lease is up in a few months, that I’m going to move t
o Tampa. I don’t see a reason to keep living here when my job is there. I can come see my family on weekends if I want. Not that I see them that much now. I want you to come with me when I move.”
She stared at me for a minute, seeming shocked, then grinned a little. I loved how her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement when she said, “Trying to get me to move out of my apartment?”
I took the napkin from my lap and tossed it on my empty plate. “Hell yes I am. Plus I am still going to want to see you every day, so it’ll be easier. Then you won’t have to work when you do your nursing internship.”
She frowned at that. “No, Hunter. No way am I letting you support me. I can do this on my own.”
So stubborn. Deciding I didn’t want to push her, I just simply said, “Okay. We’ll talk about it later.”
“We’ve only been seeing enough for a couple of months. I like things the way they are.”
“Me too,” I said, not sure what else to reply with.
“Let’s go back to my house tonight, I have to be at school early for a special lab assignment so I will need some sleep.”
“You won’t get much with me there,” I said with a cheeky grin.
She smacked my arm with a smile.
We walked out of the restaurant and arrived at my truck.
The sun had set and the sky was dark but it was still warm out. We drove the short distance back to her house and I parked. I grabbed my 9mm pistol from under the seat and tucked it into the back of my jeans like I always did and then pulled my shirt out to cover it.
As we made our way to the front of the building, she went to start putting her code in the keypad and I had forgotten my overnight bag in the truck. “I forgot something. I’ll be right back, go inside and I’ll be right there.” I had the code to her building memorized.
“Okay,” she said.
I jogged to my truck, disarmed it, and grabbed my bag from behind the seat. As I hit the button to arm it, I heard a scream. I whipped around to see Reece standing just outside the building, as a man ran past her chasing a woman. He had something shiny in his hand but I couldn’t quite make out what in the dark. There was only one light in this parking lot. He was yelling something at her and she was screaming for help.
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