Just To Be Loved

by Lee, Vivian Rose

  “You, I want you,” she whispered.

  ‘Take that off,” he commanded as lay on the large bed leaning against the headboard.

  Slowly Mya unhooked the clasps letting her breast free. She smiled seductively and turned her back to him. Gradually she pushed the teddy from her shoulders letting it fall to her waist. She looked over her shoulder at him with a small smile. Yes, she thought, she had him captivating. Pushing the garment past her hips, she shimmied it to the floor and stepping out of the legs. She heard a gasp from behind her. Deliberately she bent over to pick it up. She heard him grunt. She turned fully nude.

  Hunter lifted his hand. “Come here, Mya,”

  She took his hand and lay beside him.

  Hunter leaned over gazing down into her pretty face, realizing the gem he has discovered, and deciding he would cherish her sexy body the rest of his life. His eyes scanned her; loving the way her full breast sat up on her chest, the curve of her belly, and the roundness of her hips, and her toned shapely legs.

  His hand gently caressed the mounds of her breast. She sighed.

  His hand continued its journey, gently caressing her with his eyes, following the path of his hand, until it found the source of her desire. This time he didn’t rub her, his finger gently entering her, opening her to stroke the part that so needed his attention, taking a moment to fondle it ever so tenderly, easing down to her opening, and letting his finger slide into her hot, tight and extremely soft body.

  Mya gasped loudly, her back arching, her hand grasping the duvet as she began to experience the piston movement of his fingers inside her wanton body.

  “Hunter,” she moaned.

  She said his name with so much passion his heartbeat increased, loving the sound of his name on her lips in her aroused state. He removed his hand and positioned himself between her legs. Her eyes opened slowly to gaze at him. He placed himself inside her just a bit, when what he wanted to do was to dive deep inside her hot, wet body that beckoned him.

  Her eyes widened when she felt him inside her. Hunter eased out and in of her sopping body. She lay quietly looking up at him, breathing deeply. Hunter went deeper, as her wall expanded accepting the path into her receptive body.

  Mya caught the rhythm, moving beneath him, her hand grasping his strong arms. For each time, she met his movement she exhaled. Her eyes fluttered shut from the sensations she was experiencing. Hunter’s arms slipped under her shoulder, her breast pressing into his strong solid chest.

  “Mya, look at me,” Hunter murmured against her mouth, and leaned away from her so she could see his eyes. Her eyes opened slowly.

  You are mine, there is no turning back; do you understand?

  She moaned.

  “Answer me!” he demanded softly.

  “Yes, just don’t stop.”

  Hunter kissed her deeply, gyrating and pushing himself inside her.

  “Put your legs around me,” he requested against her mouth, feeling the need to go deeper.

  Mya wrapped her legs around him. He sank deeper. He moaned. She moaned.

  He pulled out slowly, only to slide back into her.

  Hunter leaned up on his hands, sinking even deeper into her tight cavity, and her wall expanding with his size invitingly. Her moisture surging around his hardness, her walls pulsating, pulling him deeper in her body excepting all that he had to give.

  “Hunter please,” she moaned.

  “Please what?”

  “I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way,” she said, her body a continuous motion beneath him. She gasped as his movement became faster, clasping on to Hunter’s rugged upper arms.

  “Hunter!” she cried, “Hunter!”

  He moved within her taking what she so desperately offered and he wanted to take from her. Her legs tightened around his body. She was there; all he had to do was complete it, but not yet.

  Hunter’s hand moved down to her hips holding her still and moved in her as a starved man. He never felt anything that felt so delicious, so pure, and so pristine. Hunter continued his cultivating of her body, his control barely holding on. All he knew was she was here, and he was inside her giving the pleasure he knew they needed. And there it is; she was climaxing.

  “Hunter!” she cried, and he let go, giving her what she needed. The climax was long and the best thing he had ever felt.

  “Mya,” he whispered, close to her ear.

  “I love the way you say my name,” she murmured in his ear. Hunter smiled.

  He lay on her spent, her arms holding him tightly. When her arms relaxed, Hunter rolled from her, lying on his back.

  Mya rolled to her side looking at him. Hunter turned his head to look at her.

  She was smiling.

  “What?” he said.

  Hunter rolled to face her, his hand caressing her hip.

  Mya threaded her fingers through his hair. “You’re so beautiful,” she said.

  Hunter smiled.

  Hunter introducing her to many ways he could pleasure her body and they made love until they both fell asleep with exhaustion. Sometime during the night Mya awoke, gently kissed Hunter and left.

  Heather’s eyes blazed with burning flames when she saw Mya getting out of the car at Hunter’s house, and when she saw him pick her up and carry her inside, she screamed at the top of her lungs and pulled at her hair.

  “I have to get rid of Mya, I have to get rid of Mya,” she repeatedly chanted to herself. “No one is going to ruin my wedding. Hunter belongs to me!”

  She lifted the pistol from the seat and looked at it for a moment before checking the chamber to see that it was loaded. She reached for the door handle, but suddenly paused.

  “No, now is not the right time, Mya dearest, but soon, very soon.”

  She started her car and drove off.

  Back at her parents’ home, Heather paced back and forth in her bedroom, stopping only long enough to look at the beautiful wedding dress hanging on the back of her door before she started pacing again. It was a given that as soon as Mya and her brats were out of the way she and Hunter would be getting married; her only problem was when to find Mya alone. She rarely left the Trent's house, and the Trent’s were like a bunch of pit bulls when it came to Mya and those kids. She’d keep watching though; they had to leave the house sometime. Just then, she caught a glimpse of herself in her full-length mirror and stopped.

  “Hmm, I wonder,” she said aloud. “What does a girl wear to killing? White? Black? Something festive with a lot of color?”

  “Heather dear,” her mother called from downstairs. “Can you come down here please?”

  Heather looked one last time in the mirror and kissed at herself before exiting the room. As she walked regally down the staircase, her parents were standing the foray looking up at her with major concern. Standing behind them were two detectives, and when Heather saw them, she stopped walking.

  “Mom, Dad. What’s going on?” She asked looking down at the group, her eyes locked on the two detectives. Taking it from there, the detectives stepped in front of her parents and cut them off.

  “Miss Burton, we need to ask you a few questions,” one of the detectives said.

  Heather smiled casually, and after coming all the way down the stairs, stood before them. She felt the urge to run back up the stairs and lock herself in her bedroom, but that would just make her look guilty.

  “How can I help you officers,” she smiled, using as much charm as she could muster. Her parents moved around the detectives and stood beside her.

  “Did you know a Clayton Harris?” One of them asked.

  Heather felt her father stiffen up beside her. “Of course I knew him. He used to be a bodyguard for my father,” she answered indignantly. “But I haven’t seen Mr. Harris since he left my father’s employ.”

  “Well then, Miss Burton, how is it that your name has been bought up in a conspiracy scheme against a Miss Mya Trent?” The other detective asked harshly.

  “I have no idea
. You can ask Mr. Harris; we haven’t seen each other in years.”

  “Unfortunately, Miss Burton, Clayton Harris is dead.”

  “Well detectives, then I don’t know what to tell you! And I don’t know anything about any conspiracy!”

  Both detectives knew that she was lying. “Miss Burton, we would like you to come down to the police station. There is evidence, along with witnesses that will testify in a court of law, that you were heavily involved.”

  Heather’s eyes widened and she trembled uncontrollably. The seriousness of the situation had suddenly opened her eyes, and for the first time in her privileged life, Heather Burton was scared.

  “Daddy,” she whined, looking over at him as her mother Helen began to cry.

  Senator Burton held her hands to alleviate her fears. “Don’t worry honey; our lawyer will be right there with you. Now don’t you say a word until he arrives. We will be in our car right behind you.”

  Cutting the heart-rending farewell short, the detectives led her out, placing her in the back of their car.

  Mya was busy folding the babies’ clothing when Ghani entered the nursery. She stopped and smiled down at her great grandsons.

  “Hi Ghani, what brings you here?” She asked as she hugged her warmly.

  “I came here to see my babies and to have a talk with you sweetie.”

  Mya tucked the last of the baby laundry in the layette. “Okay Ghani, we can talk in my room.”

  Mya sat on the side of the bed beside Ghani, who took hold of her hands.

  “What’s going on with you and Hunter?” She asked bluntly.

  Taken aback, Mya swiftly came to her feet. “Nothing,” she mumbled.

  Ghani smiled. “Baby we are not blind. The family sees how the two of you look at each other when you think no one is looking. You love him don’t you?”

  “Ghani, I-I don’t… he is the father of the twins… that’s all,” she answered.

  Ghani rose up and walked over to Mya. Stopping in front of her, she cupped Mya’s face in her hands.

  “Listen to me baby,” she said with warmth and understanding. “If you love Hunter, then love him. Don’t hide how you feel about him, because he loves you as well.”

  Mya shook her head no.

  “Yes he does baby and I think you and Hunter need to stop hiding from the family, okay?”

  “Yes ma’am,” Mya smiled.

  “Well alright.”

  “Do Mom and Dad know?” She asked.

  “Do they know? Everyone knows,” Ghani replied with a chuckle before leaving the room.

  The Trents were enjoying breakfast when the phone rang. Henry rose to answer it, and a few minutes later, returned to the table, and right away Sylvie noticed a distinct look of satisfaction on his face.

  “Honey, who was that on the phone?” She asked with a smile.

  “My lawyer. They arrested Heather on conspiracy charges,” he said.

  “Thank God,” Sylvie breathed.

  “She was released on bail only because her father promised the magistrate that she would not leave town. I figured that he would, she being his daughter and all, but no matter how you slice it, this fiasco doesn’t bode well for him.”

  “Mom! Dad!” Hunter called out from the other room, having just entered the house.

  Sylvie shook her head. “Why do you men feel like it’s necessary to yell inside the house?”

  “In here Son!” Henry yelled, smirking at Sylvie who shook a fist at him.

  Hunter entered the breakfast room grinning with a paper in his hand. ”Did you hear?”

  “Yes son we did. Thomas just called.”

  “Does Mya know?” Hunter asked.

  “Not yet,” Henry answered. Hearing this, Hunter turned to leave.

  “Son take a seat,” Henry stopped him, inviting him to take a seat with a wave of his hand.

  Having no idea what was going on, a confused Hunter sat down. “Yes Dad?”

  “We know that you and Mya have gotten closer, and that’s a good thing, but please son, don’t hurt her any more than she already has been,” Henry stated.

  Hunter smiled. “Dad I love Mya. Although I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for the pain she went through, I plan on making her very happy.”

  Hunter’s words put a great big smile to both their faces.

  “Okay son. I know your Elisi and Enisi will be happy to hear that as well.”

  Hunter rose from the table. “I want to take Mya on a date. Can you watch the boys for us? Please?” He pleaded.

  “Of course! In fact, why don’t you make a day of it? Henry and I have wanted to take the babies to the club and show them off for the longest time anyway,” Sylvie said, smiling at the grinning Hunter who quickly turned and left.

  “It is so good to see him smiling,” Sylvie commented.

  “Smiling? Please! The boy’s been grinning a lot lately, and half the time it’s for no reason at all,” Henry chuckled shaking his head.

  Chapter 17

  Mya awoke alone, stretching languidly, and a little sore. She smiled when she recalled the afternoon with Hunter. She sat up in the bed, looking around the room. She saw her and Hunter’s clothes neatly folded on the chair. Mya grinned, and then she heard the shower.

  She rose naked from the bed going to the bathroom. She stood in the doorway and watched his powerful, glorious body glisten with water on his dark skin, his muscles bunching as he bathed himself. So engrossed with her admiration of his impressive physique, she didn’t realize Hunter was watching her. Mya’s eyes met his, and she smiled.

  He motioned for her to come to him. She hesitated. He repeated the action.

  Mya went to him, opening the glass door of the large shower stall. He lifted his hand to her; she let him pull her to him.

  “Good Evening,” he said seductively.

  “Good Evening.”

  “Is the water okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said timidly, while Hunter hands gently caress, as the water rain down on her body. Quietly Mya let him minister to her, loving the feel of his hands on her. He held her close. He was bathing and seduced her at the same time. She looked up at him, her body luxuriously relaxed.

  “I want to taste you,” he said his lips just inches from her own.

  He took her hand, leading her from the shower, taking a towel drying her as he did him.

  “Hunter,” she called softly.

  “Sh…Mya,” he said softly, taking her hand leading her to the bedroom. They lay on the bed, Mya on her back with Hunter above her he sultry intense eyes gazing down at her. Mya’s heart pounded hard in her chest, her eyes holding his, anticipating the wooing of her body.

  Hunter gently kissed her lips, his tongue tracing them.

  Mya moaned.

  His mouth trailed to her neck, his hot breath sinking into her; lower his lips traveled finding her already harden nipple, and tenderly pulling it into his mouth.

  Mya back arched, her hand held onto his neck caressingly, moving down his back feeling the tautness of his muscled body. His mouth trailed lower, and then she felt his lips on her stomach; she tensed, holding her breath. The muscles in her stomach contracting as his hot breath caress her. Lower he journeyed, his lips brushing her warm skin and leaving waves of heat coursing throughout her body. His mouth was on her thighs as his finger tenderly caressed the source of her passion, as he taunted her with his skillful mouth.

  “Hunter,” Mya softly spoke, her voice like a caress to him.

  She was so sweet and so feminine. He loved the way her skin had that silky feel, he loved that she responded to him, and even the sound of her voice ignited him when she said his name. She wasn’t the type of woman he thought he would want to be with, she was flamboyant and high-spirited; he always pictured himself with a docile, very gentile woman; but Mya was not only beautiful, she was funny, straightforward and passionate, more importantly she makes him do something he rarely did. He smiles more.

  Hunter gl
anced up at her face, her eyes were closed, as his hand pleasuring her, and how happy he was to discover she was untouched. Everything he introduced to her was new and his ego swelled with that knowledge.

  Hunter smiled at her, her eyes open and met his.

  “Hunter, you make me feel so…,”

  “Sh..., let me taste you.”

  His head lowered, and his mouth replaced his fingers. Mya held her breath, after a second, she exhaled. His tongue had her frozen with sensation after sensation, her fist clutching the bed linens, her breathing heavy and panting.

  His tongue traced the opening of her body.

  “Hunter please,” she moaned.

  He pulled on her sensitive nub, sucking and licking her. Mya felt as if she were floating, some kind of out of body experience so languid he made her feel. His mouth opened on her womanhood, sucking and sipping her juices.

  “Hunter please,” she moaned as the orgasm robbed her of her breath.

  Her eyes opened, and he was above her, his throbbing manhood wanting fulfillment. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her wet body.

  Her eyes were dark with passion, and she was silent, as she moved beneath him, her eyes on his face, taking in his strength, and his prowess in the way he was making love to her, satisfying her hunger for him.

  Mya was dumbfounded. How did she get here? After it was over, would she be able to let this go, let him go?

  Gently Mya touched his face. Her small hand stroking his cheek, her finger tracing his magnificent lips.

  Her lips parted, and she gasped. Hunter gazed into her eyes and noticed a change in her eyes and in her body. Her movements beneath him became slower and more sensual. Her body literally rolled beneath him.

  She grasped his head between her hands, gently coaxing his head to meet her lips, her tongue outlining his lips, gliding over his teeth, her body motion sensual as if she were doing an exotic dance under him; her walls in rhythm with her body. She was seducing him, taking control of him. She opened her mouth on his, her tongue slowly curling inside his mouth.

  He lifted his head to look into her eyes. Her hands slowly roaming down his back; her finger lightly following the curves of his hard body, as she gyrated beneath him, her hands coming to a rest on his firm backside. She pushed him into her he sank deeper. Hunter gasped. He knew now he had lost control, and he didn’t care. This sensual lovemaking was something he never experienced, he had always been the aggressor, now she was being aggressive, and he loved it. Her hand continued their sensuous journey. She slipped her arms under his, and cupped his shoulders, pushing her body deeper on his shaft. He could feel her womb, yet she pumped her body slowly on his manhood, as he began to pulsate inside her, yet not coming. The pleasure she was giving him had him stunned, but yet he could feel himself ready to explode, but she had control, of his body.