He stood back up and took off his shirt. I reached out and ran my fingers over the defined muscles of his stomach. The first time we were together wasn’t like this. Now, it was like we were taking our time to really look at each other. We ran our hands over the other’s skin and felt each other’s hot breath. There was passion and desire radiating off us. Somehow, Hunter pulled me out of the box I had lived in my entire life. Each time I touched his naked skin was an adventure I wanted to take.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the immaculate marble countertop of my kitchen. I looked at it and then at him. Was he really going to do this? Was I? As if answering my silent questions, Hunter lifted me and sat me down on the counter. The cold slab of stone sent chills over every inch of my body. Hunter warmed up one of my nipples with his tongue, the other between his fingers. I moaned and pushed my breasts against him. He pulled my legs apart and stood between them, drawing me into a deep kiss.
“I guess you’re more adventurous than I bargained for,” he muttered against my kisses.
I laughed, “I guess so.”
Hunter stood back an inch and I reached out to unbutton and unzip his pants, the back of my hand grazing over the hard bulge trapped underneath. I gulped, remembering his size. A quiver ran down my spine and moved straight between my legs. I let out a little moan as my hips moved on their own, almost as if they were anticipating what was about to happen. Hunter gripped my wrist and pressed the back of my hand to the fabric of his boxers, right against the throbbing hardness underneath them.
“I see you like my cock,” he groaned.
“Yes,” I breathed weakly, “Yes, I do. I really do.”
“Say it,” he demanded, “Tell me.”
“Hunter,” I paused in protest, but quickly gave in, “I like it. I like your cock so much.”
“How much?”
“So much that I want to taste it,” I admitted.
My face heated up in an instant. I never would have thought I could say such a thing, but it was true. Maybe I really was more adventurous at my core than I had ever given myself credit for. What Hunter didn’t know was that I was learning these things about myself right along with him—and I loved it.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.
He grabbed my hand and plunged it under his boxers. I wrapped it around his thick shaft and started stroking him immediately. He breathed heavy against my ear as I jerked my hand up and down. I licked my lips and moaned, the thought of him filling my mouth turned me on. It took up so much of my mind that I didn’t even think twice before pushing him forward to jump off the counter and fall to my knees in front of him. I pulled his pants and boxers down his legs and looked straight at his manhood pointing right at me.
“Fucking shit, Cassie,” he panted.
“I told you,” I muttered, “I want to taste you.”
I ran the end of my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip. I traced it in a circle over his head before wrapping my mouth entirely around him. The thundering pulse in my ears drowned out the sound of his moans. I pulled my lips back along his shaft and looked up at him. His abs sucked in a little as he drew in a quivered breath. His hand reached out for the countertop as I tickled the tip of my tongue along his head. I continued to pleasure him, fueled by his taste and the sounds coming out of his mouth. It wasn’t until he grabbed my hair and pulled me off that I realized I had been moaning along with him.
“That was- that was fucking amazing,” he told me through heavy breaths, “But that’s not how I want to finish.”
I stood up, feeling oddly proud that I could have gotten him to the end using only my mouth. Oral wasn’t a department I had much experience in. But I had never been as into it as I was with Hunter. He took my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Lead the way,” he muttered.
He didn’t have to say the words for me to know. As much fun as it was to get started in the kitchen, I was looking forward to my soft and comfortable mattress. I had already experienced what it was like to be with him on a cold, hard surface. Tonight, was going to be different—even more so than how it started off.
I walked confidently toward the bedroom. My curtains were drawn open, but the trees outside the window created a beautiful and natural view block. I looked at the couch pushed up against the furthest wall for a moment, but decided against it. I walked straight to my bed and climbed on, turning to lie down on my back and widening my legs for him with a smile. Hunter placed my feet at the edge of the bed and bent forward, scooping me up from my waist and guiding my body so that my bottom was close to the edge as well. He pushed my legs open and looked down at me.
I could see appreciation in his eyes. It made me feel even sexier.
“Say it again,” he said.
“Just fuck me already,” I groaned with frustration.
Hunter laughed and stepped forward, hand on his hardness. He rubbed his head against my center. I trembled as I felt him rub up and down my wetness. I held my breath until I finally felt him push inside. I exhaled and gripped the comforter beneath me as I felt more of his thickness ease its way inside of me. I let out a panty moan the moment I felt his entire length enter me.
“Oh, yes,” I breathed out.
Hunter moved in and out of me slowly until I started to roll my hips, begging him with my body to go faster. His hand traced down the side of my thigh, making me shake and tremble. I breathed in his scent as he kissed me harder. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as the rhythmic sound of our bodies meeting each other filled the room. His hands cradled my head as he kissed me deep and forceful.
My hips rolled as his thrusts became longer and deeper. His hands skimmed over the tips of my breasts, making them peak and harden. I clawed at his back and let out another whimpering moan. No words were necessary. Our bodies were completely in tune with one another. He moved with my hips until my body tensed up and shook. My legs and arms went limp as warm tingles from my orgasm raced through me. He kept going until he was about to finish.
I dropped to my knees in the nick of time and finished him with my mouth.
That was something I had never done before.
A few minutes later, as we were lying on my bed, I hummed and said, “I can see it now, what everyone’s been saying. I can see how I do have some room to loosen up a little. Both nights with you have been incredible. And that would have never happened if I hadn’t been open to the adventure of letting go of things.”
“Well, I’m glad you chose to do that with me.”
I smiled and ran my thumb over his cheek, “I am too, Hunter. There’s something about you. I don’t know what it is because… I don’t know. It just doesn’t make sense, but maybe that’s what’s so great about it, right? I’m serious. I take after my dad’s serious side. I’m nothing like his more open-minded side and completely opposite to my free-spirited mother. I think she’d like you. Honestly. We never really got along because we’re just too different and I got tired of her wanting to change me. But maybe I don’t need to change. I just need to let go from time to time.”
“Maybe,” Hunter said, “But I like you just the way you are. I mean it.”
Steam rose from the cup Alice just placed on the counter after yelling out, “Marcus! Your café latte with almond milk is ready!”
She turned toward me before the customer even reached the counter to pick up his drink. She looked at me for a moment before walking over to the register to take the orders of the two customers that just came in.
I had spent the majority of the morning in a haze. It was completely unlike me to let anything affect work. I was so consumed by my thoughts that I wasn’t even obsessing over how unprofessional my behavior was. I was beyond mixed up and confused. I had never understood relationships the way most people did. Now, I found myself trying to figure out what was going on between Hunter and me. I was sure he wasn’t the kind of guy who wanted a relationship. Besides, he wasn’t the type of guy I wanted to be with anyway. So why did I have fe
elings for him? Why did I care so much?
Alice noticed how distracted I was. At first, she left me alone, but that didn’t last long. She kept walking past me or standing beside me and making little comments or asking questions.
“You’re not yourself today,” she said.
I just shrugged, “We all have off days.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing!”
Our little exchanges only stopped when Hunter, Cal, and NotCat came into the shop. Alice looked at the time and muttered, “She’ll be here soon.” It was less than ten minutes until eleven o’clock in the morning and I knew Mrs. Christianson would be making her daily appearance.
“Why else do you think we’re here now,” Cal said flatly.
Alice smirked at his smart-ass remark. I looked at the two of them. Things were still slightly awkward between them. I wondered just how awful the sex had been or what they had said to each other. The only reason I felt awkward around Hunter was because I had no clue what was going on between us.
“So what’s the- ”Alice was just about to ask about the plan when Mrs. Christianson walked into the shop, a little earlier than usual.
“Yeah, thanks,” Cal said oddly before excusing himself.
He rushed rudely past Mrs. Christianson with NotCat concealed under his coat. She looked affronted, “No manners! Absolutely none!”
Alice jumped in right away, “How are you today, Mrs. Christianson?”
“Well, I was doing well until that ill-mannered fraud ruined my morning! The nerve of him to just walk past me like he did. Surely you saw?”
“I’m sorry,” Alice said somewhat loudly.
I wanted to tell her to stop looking out the door because she was making it obvious that something was going on. Alice quickly snapped out of it and looked at Mrs. Christianson, forcing a smile on her face.
“Do you know him?”
“Unfortunately, I do,” the woman sighed dramatically, “He does not belong here. People with no manners should be… somewhere else.”
Alice wasn’t quite sure what to say, but she had to keep the woman distracted until Cal got back and she knew they had gotten the pictures. I cleared my throat and stepped forward under the pretense of checking one of the registers. I gave Mrs. Christianson a tight-lipped smile before turning around. It was Alice’s job to keep her occupied, even if she wasn’t doing such a great job of it.
“My parents,” Alice said suddenly, “They place a lot of value on manners.”
Mrs. Christianson stared at her for a moment before responding, “They do well. That’s how it should be and it shows. You’re always so polite when I come in here.”
“Thank you,” Alice said hollowly, “They raised me to be respectful.”
I could practically hear Alice muttering, ‘Even if you don’t deserve it’. I stifled a laugh because the last thing I wanted was to draw the horrible woman’s attention.
“You’re ladylike because you come from a well-bred family,” Mrs. Christianson said, “The true townsfolk here, we all are, my dear. Those who come in with their flashy cash and think they can just settle in with their new money, they’re out of place. Those are not the types who belong in Vail, not at all. The old adage about money not buying class exists for a reason, you know.”
I gripped the towel in my hand tightly. It was ironic that Mrs. Christianson would point something like that out because that woman had no class. It didn’t matter that she came from a long line of the rich and powerful, ‘well-bred’ families—whatever that meant. She was awful. If there was one thing my mother and I would agree on, it was that.
After Mrs. Christianson ordered her usual drink, Alice mumbled something about needing to check for the soymilk. She rushed to the back and I followed, not wanting to be left alone with the wretched woman up front. Alice leaned against the refrigerator and looked at me. We didn’t say anything.
“Excuse me,” Mrs. Christianson finally called out, tired of waiting.
I wondered what was taking Cal so long, but there was no way to stall the bitchy woman any longer. So when she made her way out of the shop, Alice followed her. Even then she was trying her best to keep the woman distracted. I found it funny that Alice wanted to help and protect Cal, despite things being so awkward between them. Maybe she actually did have an interest in him.
Hunter stepped inside and told me they couldn’t find the car. It was already in the shop so the plan had fallen through.
“So,” he said with a smile, “I guess I’ll have a coffee.”
I turned to pour it, without charging him or saying a word. I wanted to talk to him, but wasn’t sure what to say. I was more nervous now than I was last night.
“For Hugh Jorgan?” I finally asked with a light laugh.
Hunter cracked a smile and shook his head, “That’d be me.”
I smiled and pushed the drink across the counter. There was no sign of Alice or the others. It was just Hunter standing in front of me, holding a hot cup of coffee.
“Yes, it would,” I told him with a wink. Hunter raised an eyebrow, “Keep it appropriate here.”
“Hey, you’re the one who started it,” he said as we both laughed.
“So, what now?” I asked Cal.
“Well, we don’t have evidence of that cunt hitting NotCat with her car, so she’s probably going to get away with it. That bitch.”
I sighed, “Just like that…”
“Actually, she’ll think she got away with it.”
“What does that mean? Cal, you can’t do anything stupid. I know she hit NotCat and it’s awful, but you have to remember, you’re my business partner-”
Cal cut me off with a scoff and turned to look at the dog in silence for a few minutes. NotCat was trying to scratch himself, but it was proving to be quite a task given the huge, plaster cast on his leg.
“She hit my fucking dog, man,” Cal responded.
“I get it,” I nodded, “But you do something stupid and our business is at risk. Do you really wanna go back to selling wieners at the ballpark? I don’t think that’d do much good for NotCat either.”
Cal smirked, “It wasn’t all that bad, was it?”
“Not at all, especially not during the summer,” I laughed.
“I knew you loved getting the tan lines from a hat on your face, man. You aren’t gonna get that out here in Vail!”
“That’s for sure,” I agreed.
“It’s crazy, man. When we were out there selling hotdogs, I never would have imagined living in your basement a few years down the line.”
I snorted, “You make it sound so totally not like how it really is.”
Cal cracked up, “What the hell kind of a sentence was that? What did you even say, dude?”
I shook my head, “You know exactly what I meant!”
“Keep talking like that and everyone in this fancy ass neighborhood will definitely know we don’t belong here,” Cal warned jokingly.
“Pretty sure they’ve made up their minds about that already, Cal.”
“Yeah, at least the assholes who would even care about something like that. You know, I just don’t get why people with money think they can treat everyone else like shit. I mean, we have money now and we wouldn’t be total asswads.”
“Asswads? I gotta say, Cal, I admire how you’re always looking for new ways to express yourself. You never quite let up on expanding your vocabulary.”
“Shut it,” he mumbled. He leaned forward and stroked NotCat’s tail, “She isn’t going to get away with it. I won’t let her. This old boy has been with me through it all and she’s just… It’s not okay.”
“It’s not,” I agreed, “But you have to be smart about it.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve always been, even when I was hawking wieners, it’s smart about how I do things,
” Cal said cheekily.
“Can’t argue with that. That pocket change trick? It wasn’t just genius but, damn, you could always read people. Everything, all your little schemes, they were always skilled and smart. So just, you know, keep it that way.”
Cal nodded silently before snorting, “Remember what I told you once? I told you that being rich meant I wouldn’t have to be looked down on. And just look at how that’s going.”
“There’ll always be uptight, judgmental people to judge others. You just have to ignore them because they’re the ones not worth your time.” I shrugged.
Cal let out a low, long whistle. He plopped down on the floor beside NotCat and smiled when the dog immediately snuggled beside his leg. I watched them, my mind was racing. I agreed with Cal– Mrs. Christianson just couldn’t get away with something so awful. Still, I couldn’t help but worry about what was to come next. Somehow, that spun into other thoughts; namely, about Cassie.
She was so different.
She was different from any other woman I ever knew. She also wasn’t the person I had chalked her up to be. She was certainly serious and needed to be a little more open to having fun, but her personality was surprising. It was like a treasure trove behind a locked door. It took a lot to open it up, but it was well worth the effort. I would have never expected to be so into someone like her.
“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything they can do about it,” Alice said disappointedly after I called out the order for a tourist couple that had walked into the shop.
I sighed, waiting for Alice to go on her spiel again. “It sucks that we can’t get back at her someway. People like her always get what they want in life, that’s why they end up so bitchy toward people like us. But it’s the principle of the thing you know?”
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