“What did you do?” I couldn’t control the shriek in my voice. How could he be so calm? Why wasn’t he telling me? I knew for sure now that Tony was dead.
Hunter took his time drinking his glass of water. When he was done, he placed the glass down on the counter and turned his eyes to me again.
“Calm down, Kylie,” he said in a gruff adult voice, like he was trying to handle a naughty child.
I walked up to him, my chest heaving with every harsh breath I took in.
“You killed him, didn’t you? You killed Tony!” I shrieked, forgetting that Carter was asleep in the room next door. Hunter’s eyes widened with surprise and then he turned his face away from me lazily.
“Would that be so bad? After what he’s done to you?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest. I couldn’t deal with how calm he was behaving. When he left the apartment earlier, he was raging mad and now he was the picture of peace and harmony.
I chewed on my bottom lip, my nostrils flaring with panic.
“I don’t want him dead, Hunter…I don’t want anyone dead. That is not how I deal with situations,” I snapped at him and he gazed at me lazily again.
“Can I just say that your method of dealing with situations hasn’t really worked, and it will never work with a man like him,” Hunter said and I recognized a hint of anger in his voice. He was right. Nothing I’d tried till date had worked with that monster, but killing him wasn’t the answer either.
“I’m sorry!” I cried and lifted my hands to my face as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, Hunter. I was angry and afraid but I didn’t want you to kill him. Whatever Tony is, he is also Carter’s father,” I sobbed and Hunter stepped towards me.
“And he will never come near Carter or you again,” I heard him say and then I felt his hands on mine, gently prying them away from my face.
“I don’t want to see you crying ever again, Kylie. I hate it. It makes me mad,” he said and I tried to blink the tears away from my eyes. When I looked at him, I could see that he was telling the truth. He looked sad, not angry…and I took in a deep breath. I didn’t want him to be upset because I was crying.
“Is he dead?” I asked him and Hunter stared back at me blankly.
“No,” he said and I let out a raspy breath of relief.
“But he will be if he ever tries anything with you again,” he was quick to add and I lunged at him. I had thrown my arms around his neck and he was kissing me again. It was a deep slow kiss and I was glad that I was in his arms.
“Kylie…” he said my name in a hoarse whisper and pulled himself from me. “I think I love you. I don’t know what that means because I’ve never felt it before, but I think I fucking love you,” he said and I wanted to burst out laughing. I had never imagined those words to ever come out of Hunter’s mouth. I couldn’t believe that he was actually saying it.
He had seen the amusement in my eyes and for a moment, he looked like he was hurt.
“I’m in love with you too, Hunter…and so is Carter,” I said and I kissed him again. This time too, the kiss was less hungry but more affectionate. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed me like this, like they meant it, like they wanted more than just my body. He had no idea what he was capable of making me feel.
“Is Carter asleep?” he asked hoarsely when we parted after several minutes. I could feel my lips throbbing from the force of our kiss. They felt plump and swollen when I ran my tongue over them.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied and Hunter stepped away from me.
“Okay, I’m going to go check on him, you stay here,” he said and I smiled. I watched him walk into his bedroom and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing in my chest. Carter had never had a father, and now he was going to have a man in his life who checked on him when he was asleep. The first time when I met Hunter, I could never have imagined that he would become the man I relied on and trusted. The man Carter could rely upon and trust. But then again, my first impression of Hunter had been completely wrong to begin with. He was so much more than a sizzling hot mass of muscle. He was the man I was going to fall in love with.
***
When Hunter came back into the living room a few minutes later, I had already stripped off my clothes. He locked the bedroom door behind him, for Carter’s sake, and then just stood in the hallway for a few moments, staring at me. Like he couldn’t believe that he would see me naked again.
My clothes, including my undergarments lay in a pile on the floor beside me and I stood facing him, with my breasts thrust out for him to look at. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to claim me. Hunter’s cool blue eyes studied my body, roaming over my erect pink nipples, the flatness of my belly, my slender thighs…till his gaze landed on the spot between my legs.
Even though there was a distance of a few feet between us, I could see the erection in Hunter’s pants. It made me feel powerful to know that my body had this effect on him. He took in a deep breath, like he was satisfied, and then stepped towards me.
“I want you to touch yourself, Kylie,” he said hoarsely, and I gulped. I had never touched myself in front of someone before and I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do exactly. I could feel my cheeks flushing because of my inexperience.
I watched as he reached for his crotch. He unbuckled his belt, then pulled down the zip of his jeans and drew his cock out of his boxers. I gasped lightly when I saw it again. I hadn’t forgotten how big he was or what his cock was capable of doing to me, but every time I saw it, I felt a thrill run up and down my spine.
“Touch yourself,” I heard him say, a little more authoritatively now.
With my fingers trembling, I reached for the spot between my legs at the same time that he reached for his cock. He was fully clothed and I was fully naked but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of him seeing me like this, at my most vulnerable.
My fingers grazed the glistening folds of my core and I felt a shock run through my body. Hunter’s blue eyes glowed as he started stroking his erect cock. His jaws were clenched and his gaze was focused on the spot where I was touching myself.
“Put a finger in. Show me how wet you are,” he said in a growl and I did as I was told. I dipped my forefinger into my pussy, gasping at the sensation and my finger slid right in. I was wet, I was dripping wet and when I extracted my finger and held it up, I knew he could see that it was covered in a sticky film of my juices.
“Good girl. Touch yourself again, rub your clit,” he commanded and took a few more steps towards me. I could feel my body shuddering the closer he got. Hunter’s hand was working on his cock, stroking the length up and down and I could see it pulsating now. The tip of his cock was engorged, an angry pink, and he was going faster and faster on it with his hand.
I reached for my pussy again, this time pressing my fingers flat together and rubbing my folds. My thumb started rubbing my throbbing clit and I could feel my body untangling. I had no idea that touching myself while being watched by someone could be this sexy.
I could see the effect I was having on him. Hunter’s jaw had begun to slack, a diffused look had entered his eyes. The speed with which he was stroking himself had become quicker. We were both hurtling towards the edge and I knew I was going to make myself come. My fingers on my pussy were getting rougher, my thumb was stuck to my clit, rubbing it in quick circular motions and low guttural moans were escaping my lips.
We were standing facing each other, Hunter was peering into my eyes and I was trying to hold his gaze…and not lose control.
“Don’t you fucking come till I tell you to!” he growled, almost angrily and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from orgasming. But it was so hard not to, I wanted to come while he watched me like this. I cried out and tried to muffle it, but my hands kept working on my pussy. I could see Hunter trying to control himself as well. He was dangling from the edge too.
Then he charged at me, I squealed when he
lifted me up in his arms and threw me over his shoulder like I had no weight on me at all. My pussy was throbbing, screaming out to me because of the orgasm that was bursting at the seams.
Hunter plonked me down on his couch and then followed me down on it.
“Your mouth on my cock, now,” he commanded and I moved to get in position. Before I could even reach for his cock, he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up again so that he could position himself underneath me. With one swift motion, he had turned me and I stumbled but he held on to me.
Now I was on my hands and knees, on Hunter! My ass was facing him while my mouth was inches away from his erect cock.
“I want to eat your pussy,” he mumbled under his breath and before I could even reply to him, I felt his lips on my folds. My body reacted like it had been jolted, when his tongue lapped against my pussy. It felt like I was floating. His tongue sinking into my hot juicy core and I stretched myself, reaching for his cock.
I grabbed it with both my hands, my lips hovering over the tip and then I opened my mouth wide.
I heard Hunter grunt when I lowered myself down on him, stretching my mouth so I could accommodate the full width and length of his cock. He was gripping my ass tightly, pulling it gently apart so that his tongue could reach my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t control the waves of desire crashing over me. His cock in my mouth and my pussy in his.
Hunter was lapping up my juices, his tongue wreaking havoc inside my pussy. I could feel him thrusting into me, in quick bursts, stroking my folds and licking my wetness so that I had no control over myself any longer. His voice was muffled as he brought me to the edge of my orgasm. His groans were loud and I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock. The knots in my belly were untangling, I was going to come apart any moment now.
“Come here,” I heard him say, as abruptly as he had started working on my pussy.
Now he was pulling me over, turning me around to face him and quickly we got into position.
My legs were on either side of him now, I was striding him, my throbbing hot pussy rubbing against the coarse dark hair on his thighs. His cock was erect, straight up pointing at the ceiling. My eyes widened at the thought of having that inside me.
“Get on top of me, ride me, princess,” he said, in a soothing voice as his hands reached for my breasts. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting them, tugging at them…I was moaning loudly now, my curls flying with freedom on my back.
I gripped his biceps as tightly as I could, to lift my body up. Slowly, I descended down on him, watching his cock as it first gently grazed my pussy and then started firmly parting my folds.
We both moaned as I started to slide down, his cock sliding into me, deep inside as I lowered myself even further. He was big inside me, even bigger in this position and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate him fully. But I was so wet…so ready for him…that I pushed myself down. His cock was inside me, his full length, and I hurled myself forward. My breasts swung over his face, my hair falling in a tumble on either side and Hunter held on to my hips.
I was desperate to make him come. I wanted him to burst inside me and I started rocking. My breasts shook as I rode him, and he sought out my nipples. I watched in ecstasy as his mouth latched on to my left breast and then the right, sucking on my nipples while I moved on top of him.
Hunter wasn’t the one in charge now, I was, and I bounced on him, thrusting myself forward and then slipping up. The more I did, the tighter his grip on my hips got and I knew it wouldn’t be long now. Our labored heavy breaths mingled, his mouth was hanging open while he watched me push him towards coming.
“Come with me, princess,” Hunter said hoarsely and I could see that he had already lost himself. I bit down on my lip, watching him with glazed eyes as I allowed myself to give up.
We came together, my juices flooding out of me and on his cock while he shot into me with force. Hunter growled, gripping my hips tightly as his body revolted, shaking and shuddering as he emptied himself into me. I was gasping for air, still bouncing up and down his cock till my orgasm started receding too.
By the time it was over, we were both breathing hard, laughing, and my curls were pasted to my forehead with sweat.
Hunter leaned forward and caught my lips with his mouth. I tumbled on to his chest and his cock slipped smoothly out of my exhausted pussy. We kissed tenderly, and then he stroked my damp forehead to clear the curls away.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Kylie,” he breathed into my ear when we parted. I smiled as I rested my head on his chest, snuggling into his arms. He was still fully clothed, except for his jeans which were down to his ankles now and I was surrounded by his masculine earthy scent.
We lay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms, my face on his chest, his chest heaving with tiredness. We both had a very long day.
Hunter’s fingers were in my hair now, he was playing with my curls and then suddenly, he used his hands to lift my face up to him.
We were peering into each other’s eyes; his blue ones were stormy again. I noticed that his gaze had fallen on the bruise on my jaw and I knew what he was thinking. Hunter’s fingers slowly traced the shape of the bruise and then stroked my lip which had stopped bleeding by now.
I covered his hand with mine, smiling at him because I wanted to. I didn’t think I would ever want to smile again, but Hunter had this effect on me.
“I’ll be fine, Hunter…thank you for everything you’ve done for Carter and me,” I said in a soft reassuring voice. He was still studying the bruise, looking at my face.
“I wanted to kill him, Kylie. I wanted him to pay for what he’s done to you,” he said and I noticed how his voice had turned hoarse again. I reached over and kissed the tip of his sharp pointed nose and smiled again.
“But you didn’t and I’m so thankful that you didn’t. I love you,” I said and we were clinging to each other again, with enough force that nothing could tear us apart.
“I fucking love you, Kylie,” I heard him breathe into my ear. I had no doubt that he did.
CHAPTER 22
Kylie
Marco was doing so much better.
I was back at the VA, back in my scrubs and I was helping Marco walk with the help of the levers. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders while he dragged his limp leg but today, there was a marked difference in his demeanor. It was almost like he was determined to show me that he was willing to work hard and push himself to get better.
When I saw that the veins on his temples were swollen, I told him it was enough and helped him sit back down on his wheelchair.
“Is the group meeting helping?” I asked him, while I filled in notes in my ledger. Marco was still panting from the exertion but now he was smiling as well.
“You know, I only agreed to go to those things to give Hunter and you some alone time. I figured that the more you thought I was accepting your help, the better my pal would have a chance with you,” he said, as I signed my name at the bottom of Marco’s progress report.
When I looked up at him, he was still smiling.
“That’s a messed-up reasoning, but I’m glad something made you do it, whatever it was,” I said, returning his smile. Marco seemed like he was in a much better mood today.
“Hunter isn’t the world’s biggest talker, but something tells me that the two of you have something going on,” he said and I walked up to him and placed my hands on my hips.
“I can’t divulge any of his secrets,” I said, my eyes twinkling with excitement. Only last night, I was lying in Hunter’s arms, falling asleep on his couch and then he woke me up in a few hours again to have sex. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Marco could see the flush on my face and the wide grin that I couldn’t hide and he knew.
“You don’t have to say the actual words, I can figure it out myself thank you very much,” he said and I bit down on my lip to hide my thrill.
That was when the d
oors of the therapy room burst open and the man I was in love with, walked in. He was back in his leather jacket, hadn’t bothered to shave and the first thing I noticed about him was the patch. I didn’t care anymore. Hunter wore it like a badge of honor and that was all that mattered to me.
Instead of acknowledging his friend, Hunter walked straight up to me and pulled me into his arms for a long passionate kiss. His fingers weaved through my hair, his free hand shrugged up my scrubs so that the small of my back was on full display. Hunter was kissing me like there was nobody else in the room but us. When he finally pulled away from me, our lips parted with a loud smack.
“Whoa. Save her some breath, brother!” Marco commented and Hunter walked over to land a friendly thump on his shoulder.
“How is he doing, Kylie?” Hunter asked me, his blue eyes were twinkling and he had a happy grin on his face. Whatever it was that had put Hunter in a good mood, I was loving it! It was a fresh change from his usual broody gruff demeanor.
“A lot better now that I have evidence of what’s going on between you two!” Marco said, wheeling himself away from us like he wanted to give us some privacy.
Hunter smirked at his friend and then looked at me again.
“Are you off now?” he asked and I nodded my head, still reeling from the shock of seeing him so excited and happy.
“Marco was my last client of the day, as always. But I have to pick up Carter,” I said and Hunter came closer to me and drew me in with his hand on my jaw. He was peering straight into my eyes and I knew that something was up. There had to be a particular reason why he was so excited about everything.
“Okay, we’ll pick Carter up, drop him to your place and get your neighbor to babysit him for a few hours,” Hunter exclaimed and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
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