Oh, shit, I did tear them off her, didn’t I? “Yeah, sorry about that.” I slip my hand around her waist and draw her closer. “I like you in my shirt, though.”
“Yeah?”
I move my hands to her hips and pull her against me. She doesn’t resist. I’m hard again. Her body is intoxicating. I lean my mouth close to her ear. “You look sexy as hell, Emma. Like I fucked you good last night—and maybe you want me to do it again.”
I kiss down her neck and she leans her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Hunter, I don’t know…”
I slip my hands beneath the waistband of the boxers and grab her ass. “Do you want me to stop?” I kiss just behind her ear and she shudders.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“I’m sure.”
I find her mouth and kiss her—soft at first. Her lips part for me and I feel her tongue brush against mine. A surge of desire floods me and I grab the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She unbuttons my jeans and reaches in to grab my very hard cock.
The bed is too damn far away, so I pull her to the couch. We stop kissing long enough to lift off our shirts, then I touch her face and kiss her again. She holds my arms, digging in her fingers.
I ease her down onto her back. What Clover said runs through my mind. Are you good at oral? Because that will definitely help.
I lick my lips and pull off the boxers. “I like you in my clothes, but I like you even more like this.”
Emma laughs. I start at her knee, kissing my way up her thigh. I reach her center and taste her, just above her opening.
She sucks in a quick breath. “Oh, Hunter.”
I flick her clit with my tongue a few times. “This is something we haven’t done before, isn’t it?”
“No, I don’t think we have,” she says, her voice breathy.
I tease my tongue in a slow circle around her clit, and she shudders. Fuck, she tastes good. I slip my tongue into her pussy and run it up and down, in and out, pressing against her clit. She writhes, tilting her hips into me.
“Oh, fuck, Hunter, how are you doing that?”
I grab her ass and massage her clit with my tongue. I find a rhythm she seems to like and don’t let up. God, I love making her feel good. She moans and lifts her arms over her head, arching her back.
I desperately want my cock inside her, but I have to make her come like this. I want my mouth on her hot pussy when she unleashes. I pick up the pace and feel her respond. She calls out and I know I have her. I push my tongue inside her, sucking on her clit again, and her pussy throbs. She runs her hands through my hair, rocking her hips into me, calling my name as she comes.
I kiss my way down her thighs while she catches her breath. I’m burning with the need to be inside her; my cock is so hard it hurts.
“That was amazing,” she says between breaths.
“You taste so good, I could do that to you every day.” I sit on the couch and she climbs on top of me, straddling my lap.
“Do you want more of me?” she asks, holding herself just above my tip.
“Fuck, yes.” I grab her hips, but she resists, teasing me with her wet folds.
She settles onto me slowly, inch by inch. I groan and lean my head back. Fuck, she’s so good. Her pussy is so wet, I slide right in. She grinds up against me a few times, pushing me in deeper.
With my hands on her hips, I rock her back and forth. She arches her back and I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. I love the way she feels; I love every bit of her. Her blond hair spills down her back as she tilts her head, moaning as she rides me.
I’m already so amped up from tasting her sweet pussy, I’m close to coming. She leans her forehead against mine, meeting my eyes. It’s like she knows. She feels my climax building and moves slower to stretch out the bliss.
But I need more. I dig my fingers into her ass and move her faster, thrusting into her with every stroke. She calls out, uninhibited, the sound of her pleasure urging me on.
Her pussy tightens, pulsing around me, and she threads her fingers through my hair. My own orgasm tears through me, hitting me in waves. It’s so intense, my adrenaline spikes, and the orgasm goes on and on.
When I finally finish, I’m breathing hard. Emma collapses against me, and I put my arms around her to keep her close. I know I have to take her home soon. I have to work later, and she probably does, too. But being inside her again was better than I could have imagined. Nothing in my memory prepared me for the way she would make me feel.
I want to tell her. I want her to know everything I feel for her. How much I want her, that I would do anything—risk anything—to have her. But I can’t find the words. I’m afraid of scaring her away, so I just hold her, stroking her soft skin.
For now, this will have to be enough.
16
Emma
Hunter drops me off at home later that day, and I’m very grateful that Gabe is such a workaholic. I doubt he even noticed I didn’t come back last night. I don’t want to have to explain things to him. Not yet.
I shower and put on clean clothes, trying not to think about how much I already miss Hunter. I can’t deny how good it felt to be with him again. He was incredible—touching me like he knew. I was completely swept away by his body, his kisses, the power of him inside me. Even our date was fantastic. We laughed and talked with such ease. With Wyatt, I would have been tense the whole time, worried about whether his dinner would come out wrong and ruin his mood. Or afraid to say something that would make him suspect I was working behind his back. God, what a fucked-up relationship that was. I want to kick myself for putting up with it for so long.
But Hunter was not only a perfect gentleman, he made me feel like I could be myself. And with where I am in my life right now, that’s priceless.
Bonus points for the way he used his tongue this morning. That was fucking fantastic.
I check my phone and smile when I see I have a text from my old friend Ashlyn. She and I used to be super close, but I lost touch with her after I married Wyatt. I reached out to her on Facebook and we’ve been trying to make plans to get together. She’s available for lunch, so I decide to go for it.
We agree to meet at Old Town Cafe. I pull up in front of the restaurant and my phone vibrates with a text. It’s from Hunter, and I bite my lip.
Is it bad that I miss you?
Oh god, Hunter. How does he know exactly what to say to make my tummy flutter? I didn’t think I was capable of feeling that way anymore.
I send a reply. If it is, then I’m just as naughty.
You can be naughty for me anytime.
I giggle and glance at the time. Ashlyn is probably here already. I should go inside, but I get another text.
When can I see you again?
I blow out a breath. I need to be careful. I’m afraid to let my guard down. What should I say? Friday? It’s only Monday, and I don’t really want to wait that long. I don’t want to wait at all, but I’m getting way ahead of myself.
This is Hunter, Emma. Tongue savvy aside, I should keep him at a distance. Take it slow.
But fuck, his tongue. It was very convincing.
I’m free anytime. Tomorrow?
I’ll wait that long if you make me, but no promises.
I smile again and put my phone in my purse. I go inside and find Ashlyn sitting at a table near the front counter. She waves when I walk in the door, a big smile crossing her face. The tips of her wavy blond hair are dyed pink and she’s wearing a loose black tank top with an arrow and the words Go My Own Way printed on it. Yep, that’s Ashlyn.
“Emma!”
She stands up to hug me, and suddenly I’m choked up. Ashlyn and I were inseparable in high school. We stayed friends in college, and she was my maid of honor when I got married. It’s been at least five years since I’ve seen her and I can’t believe how much I’ve missed her.
I swipe my fingers under my eyes. “It’s so great to s
ee you.”
“Aw, Emma, are you getting teary on me?” she says. “You need to quit it or we’re both going to cry.”
We sit down and I take a deep breath. “I know, I’m sorry. I just haven’t seen you in so long. You look amazing.”
“Thanks,” she says. “So do you. Better than last time I saw you. Losing a hundred seventy pounds looks good on you.”
I laugh. She never liked Wyatt. “Isn’t that the truth. I just want to say, for the record, I should have listened to you instead of my mother. You were right about him.”
“Honestly? It sucks being right,” she says. “I wish I’d been wrong. So, tell me what happened.”
I shrug. “He was so hard to live with. He didn’t like his job, so he’d come home grumpy. But he didn’t want me to work, so I couldn’t even contribute and make things easier financially.”
“What kind of messed-up crap is that?” Ashlyn asks.
“I know,” I say. “Nothing was ever good enough. I think he wanted some kind of perfect housewife who would keep his house sparkling clean and make gourmet meals and have lots of babies. I was always pretending, trying to figure out who he wanted me to be. I got sick of it.”
“I’m really proud of you for leaving,” Ashlyn says. “I wish you would have gotten in touch sooner, though. I could have helped you out.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I should have. I feel like I lost so much of who I am when I was with him. I pulled away from all my friends, even my family. I thought about calling you, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see me.”
Ashlyn raises an eyebrow. “You really think some jackass would get between us forever? Come on. Of course I want to see you. I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, so knock that off. I let things slide as much as you did. It’s not like I tried very hard to keep in touch over the last few years. So, the divorce is final, right?”
“Yes, although it took forever,” I say. “He fought me on everything.”
“What a dick,” she says. “It’s a good thing you guys never had kids.”
I groan. “Can you imagine? He was pushing hard for kids, too. He got mad every time he saw tampons in the bathroom.”
“How did you avoid it?”
“I’ve actually never told anyone, but I went on birth control behind his back. I paid cash at a clinic so he wouldn’t find out.”
“It’s so messed up that you had to do that,” she says. “Has he left you alone since the divorce?”
“Not really,” I say. “He did for a while, but he left a note on my apartment door right before I moved out. And then he showed up out here Saturday night.”
“Are you serious?” she says, leaning forward. “What happened?”
“Holy shit, it was intense. I was out with someone, and we went to Danny’s for a drink. Wyatt was there, sitting at the bar. We tried to leave, but he saw me. He said he just wanted to talk. I figured I better just talk to him so he’d leave me alone.”
“What did he want?” she asks.
“I don’t know, he kept saying he wanted to know what went wrong,” I say. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to tell him. I think he’s just pissed because I left him. It hurt his ego. So we were standing there talking, and I tried to walk away and he grabbed my arm. And then Hunter grabbed him and—”
“Woah,” Ashlyn says, putting a hand up. “Stop right there. Did you just say what I think you said, or are you talking about someone else named Hunter?”
I pause, my mouth half open. “Um, no I mean Hunter. Hunter Evans.”
Ashlyn sits back in her chair. “You were out with Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“Hunter Evans? The Hunter Evans? Big guy, kind of a mean face, but still strangely hot? The one who ripped your heart to shreds?”
“Yes, that Hunter Evans.”
“Holy shit, Emma,” she says, her voice quiet.
“I know,” I say. “I really know.”
“Oh my god, that was him,” she says. “I’ve seen a guy that looks like him around town, but I figured I had to be imagining things. How is it you were out with Hunter?”
“Well, he moved back last year, I guess. I ran into him at Charlie’s one day, and I kind of told him off and left.”
Ashlyn crosses her arms. “Good. He deserved it.”
“Yeah, he did,” I say. “But then later he invited me to coffee, and I figured I might as well. I’ve been wondering what happened to him all this time, and seeing him again … it was so confusing. After that, he wouldn’t let up. He kept asking to hang out, and it was really hard to say no. Eventually I agreed to go on an actual date with him.”
“But Emma, it’s Hunter. You guys were like, on the brink of getting married too young, and then he totally bailed. He disappeared. It was awful.”
“Believe me, I know.” I hate reliving those memories. “It was awful. I didn’t think I’d ever get over it. And I know this makes me sound like an idiot, but he’s so different now. That mean face thing? He doesn’t have it anymore. I saw it for a second when he slammed Wyatt into the hood of his car, but the rest of the time, he’s so relaxed and easy going.”
“He slammed Wyatt into the hood of a car?” Ashlyn says with a laugh. “Okay, that earns him a few points.”
I smile. “It was … damn it, Ash, it was hot. It was kind of scary, and it should not have been a turn-on.”
“But it was?”
A little jolt of electricity runs through me at the memory and I shift in my seat. “Yeah, it really was. He um, he took me back to his place after.”
“Damn, Emma.” Ashlyn raises her eyebrows and leans forward. “Okay, was it good?”
“It was … amazing,” I say. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that good. I’m talking mind-blowing.”
“That’s another point in his favor,” she says. “Or, ten points. So, what, are you guys back together now?”
“No,” I say, emphatic. “We are not back together. I’m not interested in a serious relationship right now, and he knows that. I’ve made myself very clear.”
“Friends with benefits is fun,” Ashlyn says. “Although, I’m just going to be honest: I don’t know how you do friends with benefits with your ex-boyfriend. Or with a guy who obviously wasn’t just trying to get in your pants.”
“How do you know he wasn’t just trying to get in my pants?”
“I guess I don’t,” Ashlyn says. “But how hard is a guy really going to work for that? I’m sure your kitty purrs real nice, but how long did he have to pursue you before he got you in bed?”
“Yeah, we did hang out a lot before that happened,” I say. “I told him a million times I didn’t want a relationship, and he kept saying it was fine, we could just be friends.”
“Right, I’m sure that’s all he wanted,” Ashlyn says, raising an eyebrow.
“What does that mean?” I ask. “A second ago you said he wouldn’t have put in so much effort if he was only trying to get in my pants.”
“No, I don’t think he was only out to get laid,” she says. “Well, of course he wanted that. You’re hot as hell, most guys want in your pants. But that whole we’re just friends thing? He’s gunning for adding the word girl in front of friend.”
“You haven’t seen him in ten years, and you have him all figured out?”
“Not at all,” she says. “In fact, I have way more questions about him than answers. But the fact that he’s into you, and wants to be more than a hookup for old time’s sake, is pretty obvious, even from way over here.”
I sigh. “Can’t I just … hang out with him sometimes and have toe-curling sex, and just leave it at that?”
“God, you’re a dream for every guy who fears commitment,” she says. “Speaking from experience, that kind of setup works best when there aren’t a bunch of big feels between you, and when both people are clear about what they want. And even then, it can wind up complicated pretty quickly. And you two are already complicated.”
“I know. I
feel like maybe I’ve gotten myself in over my head, here. I swore off men completely, and then in walks Hunter.”
“Swearing off men is a terrible idea anyway,” she says with a wave of her hand.
“Of course you would think that. What about you?” I ask. I want to change the subject. “You’re not married. Are you with someone?”
“Kind of?” she says, like she’s not sure. “I don’t know, he lives an hour away, which is a pain. But he’s amazing in bed, so there’s that.”
I laugh. “There is that. I guess you’re still a man-eater.”
She shrugs. “I like men. Sue me. Although it wouldn’t be terrible to find the right one someday. I just don’t know if that’s possible for me. I get bored too easily.”
“It would take a pretty special guy to tame you.” I pause. “Ash, it’s so good to hang out again. I haven’t had anyone to talk to like this in such a long time.”
Ashlyn smiles. “It’s awesome having you back. I’ll even forgive you for not letting me help you leave that dickface. Damn it, Emma, we could have had a kick-ass divorce party.”
I think back on my sad little champagne and cheesecake for one. “Yeah, I really missed out. All I did was eat cheesecake.”
“That isn’t a bad start. But we’ll have to do better at some point,” she says. “But Emma? Be careful with Hunter. I know it’s been a long time, but that whole thing was really messed up. I don’t want to see you get hurt like that again.”
“I’ll be careful,” I say. “Promise. And can we do this again sometime?”
“We better,” she says. “You need your girl time.”
“I really do.” I start feeling teary again, so I take a deep breath. “Thanks, Ashlyn.”
We finish our coffee, catching up on the last several years. I’m amazed at how easily we can talk, as if no time has passed at all. Hanging out with Ashlyn makes me feel more like myself than I have in a long time.
Project Get Emma Back is in full swing.
17
Emma
Operation Get Her Back Page 10
