by Elisa Leigh
The pain is gone, and now, all I need is for him to move. I squeeze his shoulders and suck his bottom lip between my teeth. “Take me, Hunter. You’re not going to hurt me. Take me and show me what it means to be your woman.”
His dick jerks inside me, making us both moan. He grasps my neck, his thumb hovering over the middle of my throat with the slightest bit of pressure. His other hand is under my back and holding my shoulder from behind as he thrusts into me faster and faster. “Jesus, baby. Your tight pussy is squeezing me so good.” he moans against my ear. The hot air of his breath tickles against my neck and heightens my senses.
Hunter pulls out of me and surprises me when he stands up. He lifts me off the couch, and my arms go around his neck as he carries me to my bedroom and lays me in the middle of the bed with my head resting against the pillows. “Why did we move?” I ask when he lays beside me.
“I needed to make sure you were comfortable.” He says before kissing me and making me forget what we were just talking about. He rubs two fingers through my pussy lips, back and forth, rubbing my clit and back down again before pushing into me and making me moan. While kissing me, he slides between my thighs and thrusts deep inside me. I raise my legs, needing him deeper, and he pushes them up and holds them while continuing to pound into me, harder and harder. I feel my orgasm start to build while Hunter’s relentless rhythm brings me higher than I’ve ever been before. He slides his thumb over my clit and starts to strum it in time with his thrusts.
“Come, baby, come all over my dick and claim me as your man.” He orders.
I wrap my legs around the top of his ass and dig my heels in. “Deeper Hunter. Please… deeper.”
“Anything my queen desires,” he says, while holding one of my thighs in his hands, gripping it tight. He shoves into me roughly and pinches my clit. The way he commands my body is more than I can take, and I come harder and longer than I ever have in my life.
Hunter thrusts a few more times then stills inside me, coming deep into my pussy, which only lengthens my orgasm. We lay there, Hunter on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
Chapter 11
Hunter
“I know I already said it, but I need to say it again. I love you so much, Whitley. I’ve loved you before I even knew how I felt about you. You’ve always been mine.” I say and trace my finger down the side of her face and along her chin. She’s absolute perfection, and now that I’ve had her, I can’t get enough. I’m like an addict, the more of her I have, the more of her I need.
“I love you, too. I know it’s fast, but I do.”
“No more doubts, my sweet Whitley. No more listening to what others try and convince you of. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you, Hunter. The only people who matter are us.”
“That’s right, baby.” As much as I don’t want to, I slide out of her. She winces, and I’m glad I didn’t try for a second round right now, or she’d be in pain later.
“Where are you going?” She asks.
“To run you a bath. You need to soak after that to make sure you aren’t sore later.”
She rolls over on her side to face me, and she smirks. “I like your bathtub better. It’s bigger.”
I’m about to give her shit since I offered her my tub last night when she winks at me and bursts into a fit of laughter. She’s busting my balls. “You little brat!” I grab her ankle and pull her toward me, then tickle her relentlessly until tears are streaming down her face from her uncontrollable laughter.
As her laughter dies down, she sits up on her elbows and gives me a soft, happy look. “What’s the plan, Stan?”
“I say we take a quick shower and then go back over to my place so I can cook you dinner, while you have a nice soak in my tub.”
She quirks an eyebrow at me. “You’re going to cook?”
I smile wide and walk to her bathroom to turn on the shower. “Your man went to the grocery store and bought actual food,” I call over my shoulder.
“Did you now? And what kind of food did you buy?” She follows me in and asks.
I’m about to answer her when I see the look on her face. She’s scared. I turn to look and see what has her spooked, but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“The window is open, and I wasn’t the one to open it.”
The little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Has anyone else been in your house today?”
She shakes her head, no. “I only left this morning for like a half-hour and then I’ve been here alone ever since.”
“Maybe you’re remembering it wrong. Could you have-”
“No. The same thing happened last night. When I got home, I noticed the curtain moving from the breeze, but it struck me as odd because I didn’t remember opening the window. It’s not like my mom or dad would pop in here and open up my bathroom window, but who else could it have been?”
“Was anything gone or disturbed when you got in here?”
She shakes her head, no. A bad feeling settles at the pit of my gut. I need to call my dad and make sure everything is okay with them. Then I need to get in contact with the U.S. Marshall’s office and find out if anything has changed with the case.
“Go get dressed and then pack a bag with everything you’ll need for at least the next week. We’re going to be staying at my place. I don’t want you staying here alone until we figure this out, and my place is more secure.” I turn and close the window. When I turn back to Whitley, she’s standing there clutching her arms and shaking like a leaf.
“Whitley,” I say raising my voice, trying to snap her out of it. Walking up to her, I lift her chin, so she’s looking into my eyes. “Baby, I swear on my life I will never let anything happen to you. Do you believe me?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
I pull her into my arms and hug her tight, then drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Good, now let’s go get dressed.”
In less than fifteen minutes we’re dressed, and she’s packed with what she needs. Grabbing her bags, I follow her out the door and wait for her to lock up. In one hand I hold her bags, and the other, I grab her hand, and we start walking to my truck.
“I guess it’s a good thing I got my laundry done today.” She tries for a smile but fails.
We pass her parents sitting out on the deck, and they wave at us. “I’m going to go put your bags in the truck. Go up and talk to your folks and I’ll meet you up there.”
“Are we telling them? What if this is nothing and I’m just freaking out? Maybe we jumped the gun here.”
“Could be. I’d rather be safe than sorry. Go, I’ll be right there.” I kiss the side of her head, and we go off in different directions. When I meet everyone on the deck, my fire chief and the man that will soon be my father-in-law is giving me a skeptical look.
“What’s going on Hunter? Whitley told us about the window.”
“That’s all I know, sir. I’m going to reach out to my contacts and find out if anything has changed.”
“Are you bringing trouble to our doorstep? If your father’s demons bring harm to my family-”
I hold Mr. Grant in the highest regard, always have, but I won’t let him talk to me this way. “Sir, I wouldn’t have come back to town if I thought it would hurt anyone, especially those I love.” The wild look in his eyes shifts and he’s adjusted his stance. Instead of looking ready to strike, I see the man who I’ve always looked up to. “As far as I know, Kozlov and all of his men are still in federal prison. I haven’t heard from anyone to say that has changed.”
“If it’s not anyone from your past, then who could it be? We haven’t gone into the pool house in months. And if it was a break-in, why not take anything? It doesn’t add up.”
“That’s how I felt, too when I found out. That’s why I’m bringing her home with me. No offense, sir, but my place is more protected than where Whitley is staying now.”
“She can stay with us in her old room. There’s no need fo
r her to leave entirely.” He says sharply, looking me over.
“She is standing right here. She can make up her own mind, and she has decided that she wants to go with Hunter.” Whitley tells us, with her back straight and a hand on her hip, staring at her father and I head-on.
I can’t help but smile at my woman. She’s a spitfire, and I love it. This is the woman I’ve seen in all of her pictures. There is no room for insecurities here. I raise my hands in surrender. “Whatever you want love, as long as I’m by your side.”
“Whitley, your father and I just want you to be safe.” Mrs. Grant says, reaching out and touching her daughter's arm.
“I will be, Momma. Hunter won’t let anything happen to me. Plus, now that I’m out of the house, you and Daddy have been acting like you’re teenagers again. Last week I walked into the kitchen and spotted you two on the couch doing things I never want to see again.”
“Whitley Ann!” Mrs. Grant calls, her cheeks turning a cherry red, the same shade her daughters are turning.
Mr. Grant clears his throat. “Perhaps you’re right. I trust that Hunter will do everything to make sure you’re protected. Won’t you, son?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Grant reaches out his hand, and we shake hands. “It’s John now Hunter, at least when we aren’t at work.”
“Thank you, John.”
He chuckles and releases my hand. “You’ll call me and let me know what you find out?”
I throw my arm around Whitley’s shoulders. “I sure will.”
“Goodnight Momma and Daddy,” Whitley says.
“Goodnight, baby girl. Hunter, you remember what I said.” Mrs. Grant turns to me and asks.
“Of course, I do.”
“Good. Have a good night, you two.”
Whitley is enjoying a hot bubble bath now that we are back at my place, while I make a call on one of the burner phones I have. I hoped I would never have to make this call. I’m careful when I do call home, making sure it’s intermittently and to stay on the phone for a very short time.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hunter. How’s it going, my boy? How is Ms. Whitley?” My father answers the phone, sounding much like he always does these days, happy.
“That’s actually why I’m calling. The past two days someone has opened her window. Someone is messing with her.”
“And you think this has something to do with Kozlov?”
“The thought crossed my mind. Look, I know we don’t have long, I wanted to check on you guys before I called the Marshall.”
“Nothing has happened here. I wish I had more to tell you. I hope to hell this isn’t him.”
“Me too, Dad, me too. Look, I’m going to let you go. I love you and Mom. Give her a hug for me.”
“Be safe, Hunter. I love you.”
“Yes, sir.”
We hang up, and I’m relieved that nothing has happened to my parents. When I left WITSEC, I also had to leave them. They are still living with their new identities, and we aren’t supposed to be in contact since I chose to leave the program, especially since I’m living back where this all started. Even though Kozlov and his men are locked up, once you’re in the program, you forsake your old life in order to stay in the program. When I moved away, I became well versed in computers and technology as a way to pass the time. I was able to get ahold of some burner phones for my parents and I, so we could keep in contact after I left. Part of the reason it took me so long to get back to Emerald Isle was to make sure everything was set with my parents.
I check in on Whitley, and she’s got her head back, eyes closed, humming a song, still enjoying her bath. Knowing she’s in my home, makes me feel better about everything. When I moved in, I made sure my home was outfitted with the best security on the market, sparing no expense. I knew coming back here I had to take every precaution, just in case.
Going to my office, I pull out the number the Marshall gave me when I left WITSEC, in case I needed to get ahold of him.
“This is Marshall McManus.” A gruff man answers.
“Hi, this is Hunter Stone. I recently left the WITSEC program.”
“I remember you, Mr. Stone. What can I do for you?”
“Has there been any change to the case?”
“The case is closed. The men are locked up for the rest of their lives. Why do you ask?”
“My girlfriend’s house has been messed with. Someone keeps opening her window. If it were a break-in, they didn’t take anything. I wanted to make sure this had nothing to do with the case.”
“This is why we advise you not to leave the program, Mr. Stone. That being said, I highly doubt this has anything to do with the case. Maybe check with the local police and see what they can do.”
“Right. Thank you then.”
He sighs loudly. “I’ll check on them and make sure everything is status quo. If there is anything you need to know, I’ll be in contact.”
“I appreciate it, thank you.”
I hang up and toss the phone on the desk, then scrub my hands down my face. My next call is to the police department to make a complaint. By the end of the call, I’m more frustrated than before I called them. They basically told me there was nothing they could do for an open window. Since there hasn’t been anything stolen or messed with in some way and no threats have been made, there was nothing they would be able to go on. They said they would write up a report and for us to let them know if anything else happened.
Chapter 12
Whitley
He was right, this bath feels so good, and it is soothing all of my aches from when we made love earlier. I run my fingers through my swollen folds, remembering how it felt when he was inside me. As my fingers rub up against my clit, it pulses, wanting more of what he did to me earlier today. Hunter isn’t a small man, so I was a little worried about how my body would take to his size, especially since it was my first time. I should have known that Hunter wouldn’t hurt me. Even when he tore through my virginity, it was more of a stretching fullness, an ache that was more pleasure than pain.
My body feels different than before. I’m no longer this young, virginal girl who doesn’t know what her body can do. Now when I put my hands on my hips, I feel Hunter’s hands gripping me tightly, moving me in a way that brings us both pleasure. My stomach is no longer something to hide, but something soft that he likes to kiss and caress, and one day will carry our children. My arms may not be slender, but they are strong, and they wrap around him perfectly, pulling him into me as we make love. This body is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s beautiful. It’s mine.
“How do you feel now, baby?”
My eyes flutter open, and I see Hunter, kneeling outside the bath. “Will you get in with me?”
Hunter’s eyes flash, then he’s up and pulling his shirt up and over his head. He undresses quickly, and I scoot forward for him to get in behind me. The bathtub is built for at least two people, and we fit together with plenty of room to move around. Once he’s sitting, he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me, so my back is snug against his front, his long legs on either side of my hips. I lean my head back against his shoulder while I cup water in my hand and pour it over his leg that’s bent at the knee and sticking up out of the water. We sit in silence for a while, just being.
I raise my hand out of the water and stare at it. The little wrinkles that tell you it’s time to get out are starting to show. “I’m starting to prune. I should get out soon.” I grab the loofa and squirt some body wash on it.
When I rub it up my arm, Hunter takes it from me and starts washing my body. “Let me do it.” He washes my arms, then around my neck and down around my breasts. He cleans my back thoroughly then moves back to my front where he washes my stomach and then moves down to my pussy.
“Hunter, I can do this,” I mumble, embarrassed by how intimate this is becoming.
He kisses my shoulder, sucking on the pulse point between my neck and my shoulder
. “Let me, baby,” he moans, dropping the loofa into the water and starts using his fingers instead.
“Are you sore?” He asks, while his fingers stroke through my folds.
“N... no.” I stutter, my body responding to his touch.
“Look at me.” He murmurs into my ear.
I turn my head to face him, and he reaches out and grasps my face in the hand that isn’t busy making my pussy feel amazing. “You’re so Goddamn beautiful, Whitley. Every fucking curve of your body tempts me. I’m a slave to you. Anything you desire, just ask, and you’ll have it.”
“I just want you, Hunter. It’s always been you.” For the first time, I kiss him first, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and releasing it from between my teeth. He groans, and his hardening dick goes rock solid against my back.
He slides two fingers inside me. In and out, his fingers slide, rubbing against the walls of my pussy, finding a spot I never have before. My body is wet, but my pussy is slick with desire. I need him inside me, and I’m not talking about his talented fingers. I turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck and continue kissing him deeply. His tongue and teeth are driving me wild, nipping, and sucking at my heated flesh. I move, so my legs are on the outside of his, then sit up on my knees. I snake my hand down his chest, over his abs and grasp his dick, then pump his large shaft between my fingers.
“Jesus Whitley, the things you’re capable of making me feel are out of this world.”
“I need you again, Hunt. Put your cock inside me.” I demand.
He grabs his dick and holds it so that I can center myself over him. My hands are on his shoulders, but I’m staring straight into his eyes, begging for something. I have no idea what I need, but he sure as hell does. “You got this love, ride me, use me, whatever makes you feel good.”
