by Elisa Leigh
I slide down his dick then throw my head back and moan. I no longer worry about the way my body is looking or what Hunter thinks about it. I know he loves my body just as much as he loves my heart, and I can finally accept that it’s true because I love myself just as much. Without my insecurities holding me back, I’m free to be in our moment without fear of letting him down.
I slide up and down his dick, faster and faster, making both of us moan. Hunter grabs onto my hips and pulls me down with every thrust. Letting go of his shoulders, I grab my breasts and pull on my nipples, needing that extra bit of pain.
“Yeah baby, just like that. Fuck, I love watching you touch your tits. Like a fucking wet dream come to life.”
My pussy clenches around his dick, and he grunts.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I talk dirty to you?”
“Yessss.” I hiss.
“Your tight pussy is strangling my dick like a fucking vice. Jesus fucking Christ, baby, pull on your titties again.”
My body is humming with anticipation. I’m about to come, and it’s going to be harder than before. I only hope I can survive it this time. His fingers dig into my skin, and he rocks me harder and harder, as he thrusts up into me. Another thrust hits my clit just right, and I go off, my pussy contracts around his cock, and we’re both coming together.
“Hunter, oh my god. Just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moan, my orgasm seeming never-ending as Hunter fills me full of his cum.
“Whitley, damn baby, you’re incredible.” Hunter kisses my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. “I love you.”
I smile wide, unable to keep the happiness off of my face. “I won’t ever get tired of hearing you say it, because I love you too, Hunter, so much.”
“We should definitely get out now.” He laughs, showing me his hands.
“But you didn’t get to wash up.” I try to sit up on my knees to get off of him, but my thighs cramp up. “Oh, my damn! I don’t think I can move.” I moan and laugh as I hold my thighs.
While laughing, Hunter rubs his hands up and down my thighs, massaging them. “That better?”
“Maybe?” I say and pout.
Gripping my waist, he helps me lift off of him. I grab my loofa that still has some of my body wash on it and wash the top half of his body as best as I can. We quickly rinse off. Hunter stands and gets out of the tub to dry off then wraps the towel around his waist. When he’s finished, he grabs another towel for me and helps me out of the tub, then dries my body for me.
“Are you always going to take care of me like this?”
“I’ll do my best to try.” He answers and winks at me.
I go out to my bag I brought over earlier in the week to get a pair of panties and find that the bag isn’t where I left it. I search around and find it in his closet, empty.
“I put your clothes in the dresser this morning before I went grocery shopping.”
“Why?”
“Because my motives for having you in my house may not be altogether altruistic.”
I grin. “Oh, yeah?”
“I don’t want you to leave, Lee. If it were up to me, we’d pack up everything you own and move you in right now. We can call this whatever you want, but as long as you don’t leave when the coast is clear, I’ll be a happy man.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?” I smirk.
Hunter lunges for me, but I jump on the bed and run to the other side, still naked as the day I was born. Hunter tries grabbing for me again, but then his phone rings and our fun is over. He grabs his phone off the nightstand and shows it to me. “It’s your dad.” Then he answers the phone. “Hello?” and walks out of the room.
I go to the dresser and start pulling out drawers looking for some clothes to put on. All of my clothes are on the right side of the dresser, neatly folded and put away and sorted by item. I find my panties, socks, bras, and camisoles in the top drawer. I grab a pair of panties and pull those on as well as a white camisole with a built-in bra. In the next drawer down are my comfy clothes, so I pull out some leggings and a blue cotton tank top and put them on. The bottom has some odds and ends of mine that were in my suitcase that didn’t really have a place.
It strikes me that Hunter took special care in placing my items. It makes me wonder where he’s put my other things like my iPad and journal. I look around the room and find that my things have been placed on the nightstand on my side of the bed. He also plugged in my phone charger. If he did all of this, he must have… I walk into the bathroom and see that he’s mixed all of my essentials with his. There go those dang butterflies again, fluttering away, telling me that he’s my one. Ha, like I didn’t already know that.
As I’m brushing my hair out, a yawn escapes and I realize how tired I am. It’s only six in the evening, but it feels like it’s closer to midnight. I hear Hunter still on the phone with my dad, so I grab my bags that are still sitting on the floor and start putting my things away. In about fifteen minutes I’ve unpacked all of my clothes, even hanging some clothes in the closet. I put my favorite Vera Bradley throw blanket on the bed and giggle, I wonder what he’ll think of that? I’m putting my shoes neatly in the closet when I sense someone behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Hunter leaning against the wall staring at me.
“I see you’ve unpacked.”
I shrug one of my shoulders, and a small smile slips through. “You started it, I figured I might as well put the rest of it away.”
“It’s perfect, exactly where it belongs.”
Rising to my feet, I walk to Hunter and hug him. His arms come around my back and rub me gently. I kiss his chest and look up into his green eyes. “Thank you for everything. It means a lot that you made me a part of your home.”
“Whitley, don’t you get it? I bought this place to be ours. It isn’t a home without you, baby.”
I stand on my tiptoes to give him a kiss, but I’m not nearly tall enough. Hunter meets me halfway and kisses me chastely before pushing me away.
When I give him a weird look, he gives me a lopsided smile. “If I don’t stop kissing you, we will end up back in bed, and there are some things we need to talk about.
“What do we need to talk about?”
“First things first, what are you in the mood to eat for dinner? I was planning on making you a nice dinner, and I still will if you want that, but I’m kind of feeling sandwiches after the day we’ve had.”
“Sandwiches sound amazing. Thank you for wanting to cook for me, but I don’t think I could eat a whole lot right now.”
He looks concerned. “Are you okay?” He presses his hand against my forehead, I’m assuming to see if I have a temperature.
“I’m fine, Hunter. A lot has happened today, and I’m exhausted.”
Hunter gives me a cocky grin and raises his eyebrows. “Are you telling me I gave you a good dickin’ and wore you out?”
I bite my lip and hold up two fingers.
“Two? Well… I guess you should be making the sandwiches then.” He says and winks.
Chapter 13
Hunter
Saturday night, after I made our sandwiches, we ate and watched a few episodes of Letterkenny. I’d never watched it, but Whitley swore by it, so we gave it go. While it was funny, by the third episode, Whitley was asleep in my arms, quietly snoring. We never got to talk about what her dad told me, and I wondered if I should even tell her. In the end, I decided against it, not wanting to spook her more than she already is. I put her to bed and even covered her with her colorful blanket. I make a note to look into Vera Bradley. When we were packing up at her house, I noticed she had quite a few bags with that brand on them.
I tried to lie down with Whitley, but after twenty minutes of not being able to sleep, I quietly rolled out of bed and went to my office. I kept thinking back to my conversation with John. He was concerned and rightfully so, but unfortunately, I had no information for him. He shocked me when he said that he checke
d his security cameras and caught someone sneaking around his property. He’s going to drop the video off tomorrow at the police department while he’s having a word with the sheriff. He was pissed when I told him what the officer told me over the phone.
I have no idea who is messing with Whitley, but I am going to find out. Heaven help the cocksucker who even thought they could mess with her. Once I find out, and I will, there will be hell to pay. So now I wait and protect her as best as I can and try my damndest not to smother her.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt compelled to find a well-trained protection dog. It would be another layer of protection in case something happened when I wasn’t here. Let’s face it, there were going to be a few nights a week I wouldn’t be here. I stayed up for a while researching the best dog to get for us and found a company that bred German Shepherds and trained them as puppies for just this purpose. What I liked most about the company was that they talked about the dogs as if they were a partner and a friend. I reached out to the company, and let them know I needed a dog immediately, one that was thoroughly trained and ready to go. I went to bed after that, holding Whitley tight and thanking God that he allowed me back in her life.
Sunday was spent shopping. The day started out good with a nice breakfast out. We went to a furniture store first. We picked out a dining room set, and a few more pieces to go in the living room. Being that this is the furniture store I bought the sofa from, Whitley saw the entire set and was convinced we had to have it all, which included two side tables, a coffee table, an ottoman that takes up the entire length of the couch, and a rocking recliner. She also informed me that we would need another dresser for the bedroom because there was no way all of our clothes were going to fit in the one dresser I already had. I didn’t mind because that was one step closer to her staying with me forever. The furniture is being delivered this coming Saturday.
We headed over to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and picked out towels, and curtains, and rugs, and everything and anything that was needed to make our house a home. Half the things we threw into the cart weren’t even on the list we had come up with before shopping. We were now the proud owners of a Bluetooth shower speaker. Did we really need it? Probably not. When we were finished shopping, we grabbed sandwiches from the deli and brought it back home so we could get started on putting away everything we had bought.
It took us a few hours, and by that time we were exhausted, but we needed to start getting ready for work on Monday. We ordered Chinese, although we were both tired of ordering out so often, then I dropped Whitley off at her car so she would have it now that I was starting to work overnights. I went and grabbed the food, and she went home. When I got there, she had finished up the last little bit and had gathered up all the trash. I love that she isn’t a quitter. We ate, showered, made love, and then passed out. It was a hell of a day, but one that I was happy to have spent with my woman.
Now it’s Thursday afternoon, and I’m waiting for Whitley to get home. One of the trainers from the company that I had reached out to, contacted me Monday while I was at work and said he had a dog he thought would be perfect for us. She was nine months old, so while still considered a puppy, she was well trained. He agreed to come by today, so we could meet Arya. If everything worked out, he would leave her with us tonight.
At first, when I told Whitley about it, she wasn’t too excited about the idea. Now that I think about it, she was probably more pissed that I did it without talking with her about it first. Then she started doing research on the German Shepherd breed and started texting me information. I had already found all of this out, but as long as she was excited, that’s all that mattered.
I hear the garage door open and see Whitley walk through a couple minutes later. She puts her bag down, kicks off her shoes, and joins me on the couch, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“Hey baby, how was your day?” She lets out a big sigh, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Tell me what happened. Get it off your chest, so it’s not weighing on you.” I say.
“I don’t want to get in the habit of telling you all of my calls. It’s a lot of heavy and can become depressing. Usually, I just push it out of my mind once I leave the office, but this one is sticking with me.”
“That’s what I’m here for, Lee. Tell me so we can make sense of it.”
“Okay. My last call was hard. It was a woman who was only a few years older than me. She was in a car accident with her two babies in the vehicle. She couldn’t move to reach them, and she kept screaming their names over and over again. She was hysterical. I did my best to keep her calm until the paramedics and police arrived, but her children were unresponsive. I don’t even know what happened to the people in the other vehicle.”
“I’m sure you did the best you could. It’s all you can do.”
“I know you’re right. Listening to her talk about her kids struck me. I’ve been doing this for over three years, Hunter, kids being hurt never hit me this hard before.”
I hold her close for a while as her breathing starts to calm. “Do you think it’s hitting you harder this time because you can see yourself in her position, when before you couldn’t?”
“What do you mean?”
“We haven’t been using protection, you’re not on birth control. You could be pregnant now.”
She stills in my arms. “What if I’m pregnant?”
“Had you really not thought about that before now?” I ask. I don’t mean for it to come off so arrogantly, but it does.
“To be honest, no, I haven’t. There’s kind of been a lot going on around here. Obviously, I know what the results are of unprotected sex, Hunter.” She says, then stands and walks to the bedroom.
“Well, shit,” I mutter to myself. Why the hell did I say it like that? Instead of going back there, I decide to stay out in the living room to let her cool off. She’s had a hard day, and the last thing I want to do is fight about her possibly being pregnant. We haven’t talked about having kids much except for a few comments made in the heat of the moment. She did send me a screenshot yesterday about German Shepherds being a good family dog. I always assumed we’d be having children and thought she was on the same page.
There’s a knock at the door, and I realize it must be Rider, the trainer who is meeting us today. “Baby, the trainer is here,” I call, walking back to the bedroom.
Whitley is sitting on the bed in her bra and panties looking as beautiful as ever as tears flow down her cheeks. I drop to my knees in front of her and take her face in my hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry I talked to you like that.”
She wipes the tears away and shakes her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just all so much, you know? So many things happening right now. Life is supposed to go in stages. You date, you move in together, and think, hey, this is working out, I like this person. Then you get engaged and get married. Once all of that is done, then you think about getting a dog, and a year or two later you try for a kid. All of these things don’t happen all at once, because they are big things, Hunter. And I know it’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you. It just hit me all at once, and it’s taking me a minute to wrap my head around it.”
“I’m here, Lee. It’s you and me, remember? Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask.”
My phone starts to ring in my pocket. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking at my phone.
“It’s Rider, the trainer with Arya.”
A small smile breaks over her face. “She’s here?” Whitley asks, jumping up. She goes to the dresser and pulls out some clothes.
Thank God, this small crisis has passed.
Instead of answering the call, I just let it ring and answer the door instead. Rider is standing there with Arya, the all-white German Shepherd puppy, sitting at his side.
“Hey man, sorry about that. How’s it going?” I say reaching out my hand to the man standing in front of me.
“Good, we had a good drive down.”<
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I open the door to let them inside. “Come on in. My fiancé will be out any minute, she just got home from work.”
Once we’re standing in the living room Rider introduces me to the dog. “This is Arya. You can change the name, but I don’t recommend it since she’s used to Arya at this point.”
“Arya is a great name,” Whitley says, walking into our living room. She’s wearing a pair of black calf-length leggings and a tank top, one that shows far too much cleavage. It is cute though, it says, ‘Your worst day is my workday.’ Fuck. I can’t ask her to go change, or she’ll probably kill me in my sleep and make it look like an accident. I know that if I don’t get this guy out of here, things are going to go downhill fast.
Rider runs through all of the basic commands and has us practice using them with Arya. He shows us her collar and how to put it on and take it off. We take Arya out in the backyard to get to know each other and to practice her basic commands, as well as the less common ones she’s been trained for before Rider has to leave. While he remains professional, I’ve caught him checking Whitley out more than once, and if he does it again, I’m liable to do something that will really piss Whitley off tonight.
The one good thing that has come out of this is Arya has taken to Whitley already, and she can’t stop smiling. Rider leaves us alone in the back while he goes out to his vehicle to grab Arya’s things.
“What do you think, baby?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her waist. Arya growls at me but stays sitting at Whitley’s feet.
She smiles down at Arya, clearly amused by this. “She’s great, Hunt. You picked out a great dog.” She giggles.
I shake my head at her and sigh, my house is being taken over by women. “I think so, too. She follows commands well and seems to love you already. How are you feeling about using the commands we’ve learned?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Rider said he has them printed out and is going to give them to us. The basics are easy. I’m definitely going to have to practice though.”
