by Nicole Fox
“You are so hot,” he whispered in her ear.
Vanessa moaned in response and pressed her hips against his hands and against his dick, moving back and forth.
She reached her hand back to run her fingers through his hair. “I need you.”
He kissed along her neck and slipped his hand into her panties. Her lips slipped wetly between his fingers. Every time she moaned, Hunter’s cock throbbed, longing to be inside her. It strained against his jeans. He had to set it free. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off. He pressed his bare dick against the thin fabric of her panties.
When she pressed into him, he couldn’t take it anymore. He might come right now if she kept rubbing on him and moaning like that. He slipped her panties down and pulled her hips back. Her ass cheeks were hot and he rubbed between them for a moment. He had to calm himself down first or this wouldn’t last. He needed it to last.
Hunter used his foot to get her panties fully off and brought one of Vanessa’s legs backward over his. He rubbed the tip of his cock in her wetness, then pressed it inside her. She cried out and arched her back as he filled her.
With his hand, he circled her clit while he moved in and out of her slowly. He explored her body, appreciating every curve. From her hard nipples to soft breasts, her wet labia and flat belly. She was a gift all for him to play with.
Her moaning picked up. He thought she was getting close. He could go at any moment, but he wanted to really set her off. He returned his hand to her clit and flicked her between his fingers. Vanessa responded exactly how Hunter wanted. She cried out and pulled at his hips to bring him in deeper.
He sped up his thrusting as he flicked and circled her harder. He felt her tighten as she cried out again. He gave a few hard thrusts and let himself go, flooding into her.
Holding her close, keeping his dick inside her, Hunter went limp. Eventually, he slipped out of her and together, Hunter and Vanessa’s heart rates and breathing slowed. She turned to face him, nuzzling her face into his chest. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against his.
He hoped that somehow what he was feeling got across to her.
# # #
If the day started out difficult, Hunter had made it much better. She felt safe again, lying in his arms. Somehow, it was like nothing much mattered and nothing could go wrong when they were close like this. Every time they made love it was amazing. She wanted more and more, and that made her try any way she could to fit him into the picture of their lives.
He was even starting to get so close to Opal, and she obviously liked having him around. After Nicholas left and Opal got upset about Hunter saying he was going to leave, it had given Vanessa a lot to think about. In the midst of trying to keep her safe, she hadn’t put enough thought into the fact that she was bringing someone into Opal’s life. This was the first time it had happened. In the days when she first left Jeremy, she had thought carefully about how she would introduce someone to her when she started dating again. There was a whole plan to make the process slow and easy on Opal. But that had gone out the window when Jeremy called.
Having Hunter around hadn’t seemed like bringing someone into Opal’s life, because Vanessa wasn’t dating him. She was sleeping with him and had feelings for him, but somehow, without having the technicality of dating in place, she hadn’t processed his presence in the same way. Now it seemed like if he went away, it would hurt Opal. And that was the last thing she wanted to do. It was why she’d decided to date someone for at least a few months before introducing them. She didn’t want people coming in and out of her life all the time.
Now that the damage had been done, she couldn’t stop trying to make him fit in. Things were just too good when he was around. His past and his job didn’t seem to really affect them right now. She thought about what it would be like to know he was going to work. To kill someone. Or what it would be like to see the money come in from a hit. What would she say when people asked what her boyfriend did for a living? Did he have a cover story in place already? And there was always the chance he could get caught and leave them forever or for a long time. What would she say to Opal then?
Chapter Twenty
Hunter
“What do you say when people ask what you do for a living?” Vanessa asked, breaking the silence.
Great. Where was this coming from? “Umm. Usually I say construction or sales. Sales allows for a varied schedule and income.”
“What do you sell?”
“Medical equipment. I use to say insurance, but one time someone wanted a quote. So that didn’t work too well.” He chuckled. What a nightmare that had been to talk his way out of.
“Have you ever thought about doing something else?”
“Sure.” He’d pictured hundreds of job options. Tried to imagine himself there. Especially now that he met her.
When he didn’t elaborate, she asked, “Like what?”
“I don’t know. A bunch of things. I just don’t think I’m cut out for any of them.” He hated to say it, but he couldn’t be something he wasn’t. He didn’t want to lead her on or make her think that somehow she could change him.
She didn’t respond, and he wondered what she was thinking.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sure that’s not what you wanted to hear.”
“I don’t know what I wanted to hear, actually. I mean, if you had a different job, and were made for office work, you wouldn’t be the person you are. And I like the person you are. Too much maybe.”
“I’m not what you and Opal need.”
She sucked in a breath. “I know that. On some level. But when you’re here, it’s so good. You fit into our world. Whatever you think we need, we need safety and security, and you provide that. Wasn’t it clear today in the way Opal reacted?”
“It just made me think that she’s a scared little girl, and I wonder what will happen when I kill her daddy. Will she hate me or be grateful? Or will you just lie about it forever?”
Vanessa stilled and her breathing grew heavier. He realized in her silence that she was still hoping they could send Jeremy to jail instead of killing him.
“If it doesn’t come to that, fine,” he said. “But what if it does? And what if this whole Jeremy thing blows over and everything is great. What happens when the next hit comes in? Are you going to tell her what I do for a living? No. So, you’re going to lie to her. All the time. And I’ll have to lie to her, too, to protect her. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves a father who can be there for her and be honest and support her family in a way that doesn’t involve breaking the law.”
“But…”
He waited, but she didn’t continue. “Vanessa, you need someone straighter than me.”
“I had that. He didn’t turn out to be anything good at all. On the outside, he was wealthy, from a good, well-connected family. Went to a good school, was going to be successful and all that. And look how that turned out. I don’t think anyone is completely good or bad, and even if you do things most people consider bad, you’re a good person on the inside. I see it and so does Opal.”
“I’m a killer, Vanessa. How good of a person can I possibly be if I take lives and make money doing it?”
“But you don’t kill just anyone. You only kill bad people. You’re probably helping people.”
“You can make excuses for me all day. But at the end of it, the fact is the same. I commit felonies constantly. I could be locked away for life many times over. Then what would you and Opal do? Come visit me in jail?”
“I don’t know. You haven’t been caught yet.”
“But I was once.”
“But that was a long time ago.”
He chuckled. “The statute of limitations doesn’t expire on murder. If they found something in thirty years about something I did ten years ago, they could lock me away. I haven’t been caught. Yet. But that could change. It’s part of the risk I take every time I take a job. It’s part of the job I like. Knowing
that every day is borrowed, that at any moment, I could lose it all. It makes me look at life differently.”
“What if we went to some other country where they couldn’t send you to prison if evidence came up?”
“You’d really uproot Opal like that? Move her across the world just to protect me from facing justice for what I’ve done?”
“You protect us,” she insisted. “You’d give your life for us, so why can’t we give up something for you?”
“Because I would never let you do that for me. I’m not worthy of that sort of sacrifice.”
“I say you are.”
“Well, then, you’re nuts.”
She was quiet for a long time. “What happened when you were caught?”
“Well, I was doing what I do best. I was protecting someone. I had this girlfriend in high school, Julia. She cried to me more than once about how horrible her dad was. Told me he touched her and hit her. Of course, I got pissed. I couldn’t stand to think she’d gone through something like what I went through in my childhood. So, we made a plan, and I killed him. I was sloppy because it was done in anger. There was evidence everywhere. Didn’t take them long to hunt me down. Ten years later, when I was finally released, I find out the truth. She made the whole thing up. She was pissed at her dad because he wouldn’t buy her a car or some other stupid crap and wanted his life insurance money.
“Nothing was the same after that. How could I ever trust someone again? I’d just done ten years and committed the biggest crime of my life for a lie. So, I figured that if I killed once for money—or for her to get money—then why not do it again? I felt like my life was over. I had nothing to live for. So, it became about the chase, the rush of it all. I did it once more and didn’t get caught that time. Then it was, how many times can I do it and get away with it? Every time I take a life, I wonder if it’ll be the last one. If my time is finally up, and they’ll get me and lock me up for good or put me to death.”
“I can’t imagine living like that.”
“And that’s why I can’t be what you need. You’d have to be okay with all of that.”
“But what if I was okay with it?”
He took a moment to think. If she accepted it, could he really do it? “Vanessa, if you could live with knowing what I’ve done and what could happen at any time, then I would want nothing more than to have a relationship with you. And you’d be the first person ever to make me feel that way since Julia. The first person I’ve trusted since I was seventeen.”
# # #
The silence in the room seemed to go on forever. She thought about what he said. She could not promise him anything if she didn’t mean it. And she wasn’t sure if she could mean it. She wanted him, and she felt that he was good for them. But his past was scary, and the fear of him being locked up at any moment made her stomach feel heavy with dread. Could she live like that forever?
“Here’s the thing, Hunter. I’ve always done the right thing. From returning a piece of candy I stole when I was five, to changing my life to make my parents happy and fit into their picture of what I should be. I grew up Catholic, going to church twice a week, confessing all my sins. In my world, there was no such thing as premarital sex. It just wasn’t something a good girl did. So, when I got to college, I kind of… went crazy. I think all the years of not being allowed to do anything got to me. I had never drank or done drugs or had sex. But when I got to college and saw everyone else doing it and it wasn’t messing up their lives, I wanted to try it, too. I started dating Jeremy, and he kept trying to get me to have sex with him. I said I was waiting, but one night I got drunk, and we did. I got pregnant.
“I thought my parents were going to kill me or disown me when I told them. I almost didn’t tell them. I almost had an abortion, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Jeremy tried to talk me into it, but I wouldn’t. I finally told them and they made me marry Jeremy. He didn’t want to, but my parents threatened him. I still don’t know why in the world it worked. He could have shut them up or taken care of anything with his money or connections. The only thing I can think is that they were able to convince his parents. Jeremy did everything his dad told him to do. But he hated it. And he took it out on me every day after.
“The first time he hit me, he said it was an accident and he was just too mad, but he was seeing a therapist and working on his anger issues. I found out a year later that he’d just been going to get high instead. Everything about my life with him was hard. Everything was painful. When he hit me, I hid it. I couldn’t admit to anyone what a mess I’d gotten myself into. I was afraid my parents would say this is what I deserved for being a bad girl. I felt bad. On some level, I felt like I did deserve it. After my dad died, my mom was around more. She would come and spend time with us. Opal loved having her around. But she started to suspect what was going on. She tried to convince me to leave, but I wouldn’t. After she died, it seemed too late. I’d lost my way out. So, I kept dealing with it. Then he turned to Opal.
“After the first time, he cried for two days. He felt so bad about it. He couldn’t even look at her. But months later, he was high and she didn’t listen to him. That time, he only cried once. Then, he found a way to deal with the guilt, because after the last time, he barely showed any remorse at all. When I had to take Opal to the hospital, I knew it didn’t matter if I felt like I missed my chance to leave or had no place to go. I had to get out. So one night, I seduced him. When he was lying there after, having his usual drink, he didn’t know it was laced. I drugged him enough that I could steal the money in the safe and get out. We only had a few hours before he would wake up.
“The point in all this is that I can do bad things. If I really have to, I’ll take risks to protect people I love. When I was younger, I did stupid things for the sake of proving I could. But I know that doing risky things just for the sake of the thrill isn’t worth it. That rush you need? You can get that other ways. You could be a cop even and still get the bad guys, but the right way.”
“A cop?”
“Yes. Or something else. I don’t know. Hunter. I like you, too. I want to be with you. But as much I want to, I can’t stand by and watch you kill people. Or live off the money you make doing it. Stop the vigilante stuff. Let the good guys handle the bad guys. That’s what they do.”
“The good guys don’t always do a good enough job.”
“Well, that’s for them to worry about, not you. You don’t have to save the world.”
“I do,” he said. “I have to save you and Opal, and right now, you are my world.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Vanessa
Vanessa sat at the table with Opal. “Okay, let’s try this one.”
They worked together on her math homework. Vanessa glanced continually at the door. Any moment, Hunter would return. He was only at the store, but she hated having him out of sight. Running to the store wasn’t as bad as going to work, though. Trying to work all day was almost torture, except she could see him sitting in his car from her office window, watching over her and Opal. But this was bad enough. And she couldn’t look out the window and see him there, watching over them.
It was their normal routine now that if anything needed to be purchased that couldn’t be done online, Hunter would go out and do it. Far too risky to have Vanessa or Opal out of the house more than they needed to be. Going to school and work was risk enough.
Weeks had passed since their last encounter. She started to wonder if Jeremy had given up, but there was no way he had. She knew better, but the long chunk of peace felt nice, and she didn’t want it to end. Someone might be coming after them at any time. Someone might be attacking Hunter right now. She chewed her lip and looked at the door again.
“You nervous because Hunter is out?”
Vanessa looked at Opal and realized she was watching her. “A little, yeah.” She tried to play it off and turned back to the homework. “Did you get the last one figured out?”
“Yeah.” Opal po
inted. “I really like Hunter.”
“Do you? I’m glad. Okay, so we have this page still to finish.”
Opal put her pencil down and looked at her mother. “Is Hunter going to be my new daddy?”
Vanessa’s mouth popped open. Clearly, she should have had some sort of discussion with Opal about all this before now, but it was too late. She’d asked. Vanessa had to say something. But what? Sure, if he decides he can stop killing for a living?
Opal leaned her head down and whispered, “If he is, I think I’d like that.” She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “But you would never tell Daddy, would you? I mean my old daddy?”
