by Nina Levine
10
Savanah
Dad is inside dealing with everything.
I feel fucking lost.
My mom is gone.
I can’t believe after the day we had today, after hearing her laughter, after seeing her so full of life, it was all extinguished in a single breath.
This doesn’t even seem real.
It’s like I know what’s happening, but I simply can’t process the information.
Sitting on the porch swing out the back of our family home, I wrap the blanket tighter around me for comfort. Christian is inside with Dad. He’s stepping up, doing the eldest-child thing. My little sister, Isabella, is on her way home from a work trip.
The entire family will be here, except for one main person.
Mom.
A fat tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away as a shadow catches my attention at the side of the house. I shift my eyes to see Hunter. Normally, the sight of him would excite me. Not now, though. Right now, I just want to be left alone, but he obviously didn’t get the memo.
He walks up the stairs, sitting quietly next to me. He doesn’t say anything, just moves his arm out, pulling me to him.
My insides squeeze at the gesture.
Maybe I don’t want to be alone after all.
I slide into Hunter, clinging on for dear life. My face nuzzling into his chest as I cry into his crisp, white shirt. He holds me so fucking tight. He’s exactly the comfort I need right now.
“I’m here, Sav. I’m right here.” His voice is soft as his finger moves under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
I sniffle and look up. He presses his forehead to mine comfortingly. The gesture is sweet and soothing as I softly cry. But right now, I don’t want to be soothed. I want to forget. My eyes meet his, the flecks of gold in his amber eyes shining bright as he stares at me. His hand sweeps out, caressing the side of my face. My fingers loop up around him, the hair at the base of his neck tickling my fingertips as I thread my fingers through.
The atmosphere around us changes. It electrifies, and for a moment, a brief moment, I forget about everything. Hunter is here when no one else in the world cared to check on me. He’s here for me, and I have a feeling he always will be. It might be the grief talking, or maybe my mother’s last words to me about finding a family with Hunter, but something is making me want to try. Or maybe it’s just the fact that right now, more than anything, the way he’s looking at me is freaking intoxicating, and all I want to do is kiss him.
So, I pull him forward, his eyes locking on mine as the energy around us crackles and pops. His fingers dig into my hip as he pulls me closer to him, our lips inching so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath. But that only turns me on even more.
I lick my lips as he grips my hair tightly, not seeming to be able to control himself, and he yanks me forward, our lips slamming together. The second our lips connect, my body erupts in an insatiable heat. My entire being exploding like the Fourth of July. I never knew simply kissing someone could be such a fucking rush. His tongue slides into my mouth, dancing a beautiful rhythm with mine as he pushes me back into the porch swing. I moan into his mouth, needing more of him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him to me more forcefully.
His kiss is strong, demanding, powerful—but so, so passionate.
I’ve never been kissed like this in my life. Not by King, not by the rocker, Rush, not by any one of the many men who have been in my bed over the years. Hunter McHale rules them all. And right now, I want him to reign over me.
I pull back, panting with heavy breaths, our eyes locking on each other.
A slow smile creeps up his face. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first night I saw you.”
“For a moment, just a moment, I forgot. I forgot my heart is hurting. Hunter, please, help me keep forgetting,” I plead, my hands gripping onto his shirt.
His eyebrows furrow as he exhales. “Sav, I don’t think we should do anything tonight. That would be me taking advantage—”
“You’re not taking advantage. I’m asking you to help me forget. Hunter, please, if you want this to work, you have to help me with this… please!”
“Savanah, if I fuck you, it means something to me. You and me, this union of our families, it’s important.”
“I know, but tonight, can’t we just put all that aside and just be Savanah and Hunter. Not heirs to our parents’ damn thrones?”
A low growl reverbs from his chest like he’s either annoyed or turned on. I can’t tell which, but he stands from the porch swing, pulling me with him. “C’mon.”
I throw the blanket down on the seat, taking his hand as he leads me toward the rear door of the house. As we walk in, Christian and my father are talking to the minister—I assume about the funeral arrangements. My head hangs low, but Hunter pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around me, and ushers me to the front door. We head out, and Hunter leads me to his car. Tension grows in the pit of my stomach as he opens the passenger door for me. “Get in, Savanah.” His tone is full of authority but also completely filled with lust.
“So bossy,” I tease.
“Get. In. The. Car. Now!” he demands again.
I smirk, turning and sliding into the seat. My panties already soaking wet from our back and forth.
Hunter rushes around to the driver’s side as I close my door, hops in, and starts the car before I can even do up my seatbelt. “Where are we going?”
“Not fucking far. I can’t wait that long.” He pulls out onto the street at breakneck speed. I bite down on my bottom lip. The adrenaline surging through my veins is only fueling my desire. My hand slides out, gliding over his thigh. Hunter tenses, I see the tenting in his pants, and I can’t help myself as my fingers slide into his crotch.
“Savanah,” he warns, but I don’t stop. My palm presses down on his length, which is rock hard beneath my fingers. My breathing quickens as he slams down harder on the accelerator. “Jesus Christ.”
“Pull over!” I murmur.
Hunter’s eyes turn to meet mine. For the briefest of moments, they lock, and I see the animalistic hunger staring back at me. Then he faces back to the road, turning dramatically down an abandoned side street. He slams the breaks on, pulling the car to a stop, and turns off the ignition. “Get out!”
I smile wide, frantically undoing my seatbelt, and rush, meeting him at the hood of the car.
“Hunter, I want you. I want you to fuck me… and I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
He pushes me up against the hood, my ass smacks against it hard, and a small “oomph” escapes my mouth. A slow smile creeps up his face as Hunter pins my hands to the metal, his cock grinding against me. The dominance in the push is something most women would be annoyed with, but it only turns me on. I’m used to things being rough with men, so this type of authority heightens my arousal.
“Fuck, Sav. You have a mouth on you.”
“You have no idea.”
My fingers wriggle free and wrap around his neck. I slam my lips to his as one of his hands slides into my hair, gripping into a tight fist while his tongue goes rogue with mine. His kiss is hungry, full of need and want, and as I kiss him back. I know I’m in for a good night—one to definitely make me forget, but also one I will always remember.
My legs part, allowing him to step in between, and his body grinds against me possessively. His tongue attacks my mouth while his hand continues to fist in my hair. My hands run under his shirt, gripping at the tense muscles of his back. My clit aches as his leg comes up and presses against my pussy. A whimper escapes my mouth as he bites my lower lip and moves down kissing my jaw.
“Damn, Savanah, you ruin me,” he murmurs between hard kisses and nips along my neck. Then he bites at my collarbone while I pant with endless want. He’s working me up already, and we’ve only just started. His hand moves from my hair, and both hands travel down my body to the hem of my shirt. We part our ki
ss as he lifts it off. His eyes travel down, taking me in, and a low growl erupts from deep inside his chest.
Hunter’s hand slides in behind me, unhooking my bra, freeing my breasts. I pant so freaking hard just needing him to touch me, but he moves in taking my leggings, and slides them and my panties down in one swift movement, leaving me bare in front of him. I’ve always felt empowered when I’m naked in front of a man, but Hunter makes me feel vulnerable, desperate for his approval.
“Fuck, Sav, you’re gorgeous.”
His words instantly make me relax as his hand comes out and glides down the side of my breast with a teasing soft touch. My breath hitches as he drowns in my body. His hand slides over squeezing my breast hard, not painfully, but enough for me to gasp, then he pinches my nipple. My body inches forward into his touch, needing more.
“You like it rough?” he asks with a hint of excitement in his tone.
“I like it dirty,” I confirm.
A low growl vibrates from his chest as his leg pushes up into my pussy easing the ache. His lips crash to mine, his other hand moves to my neck, forcing my head to turn sideways as his fingers clench around my throat. The feeling that he could cut off my airway is exhilarating. The threat in his touch is intoxicating, and it only heightens the anticipation.
Hunter’s hand moves from my breast, sliding down my ribs, past my hip, and then around the front. His leg pulls back from between my legs, and his hand takes its place. His warm fingers cup my pussy, and I ease into his touch as he continues to kiss me. His finger darts out and presses on my clit, forcing a gasp to escape my mouth at the blissful pressure.
I roll my hips forward needing to ease the ache, and he understands, pressing harder and rotating on my clit. His fingers around my neck rub up and down my slickening skin, and the act of dominance is also soothed by the gentle caress.
Heat begins to wash over my skin as he moves his fingers inside me, thrusting them up, hitting just the right spot. His movements are quick and hard as I ride his fingers, moaning into his mouth—the ache becoming increasingly pleasurable. I wriggle against him, and his hand around my neck tightens making it a little harder to breathe. I clench my eyes, panting for breath as his firm kiss along my jaw is a stark contrast to the movement of his fingers. The thrill of the harshness of Hunter’s movements is only making it more stimulating for me.
He thrusts up harder into me pressing his thumb onto my clit. I moan loudly as my body moves up and down the hood in time with his actions while the heat continues to build. My muscles clench as he bites my collarbone, and I groan, gasping in delight.
Hunter pushes up, curling his fingers one last time as his thumb presses on my clit. His hand around my neck presses just that bit harder, almost forcing my air intake to a halt. My eyes clench shut as my muscle’s spasm, lights flash behind my eyes, and I moan so loudly it echoes through the air. A wave of insatiable heat rolls over me, engulfing me in a flurry of flames. My back arches as my skin prickles in a light sheen of sweat, and with one last circle of my clit, I explode in a mind-altering climax. I gasp for air as Hunter’s grip on my neck loosens. His fingers rub up and down my skin soothingly. My pussy throbs as it clenches and releases with satisfaction, and I sag against him in a blissful daze.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come,” he grunts out.
I let out a staggered breath. He leans in kissing me a little gentler this time but with energy and passion behind it.
“So choking is your thing?” I question.
Hunter pulls back, raising an eyebrow and dropping his hand from my neck. “Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head while biting my bottom lip. “God, no! That was incredible. Just the right amount of tension.”
He chuckles, leaning in to my neck and kissing where his hand was a moment before. “Excellent,” he murmurs against my skin. “Because I plan to do that as often as possible with you.” He pulls back, taking his fingers from my pussy and slides them into his mouth, absolutely devouring them.
A shiver runs down my spine at how sexy he makes that simple action look, and I reach out to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them. The little fuckers are taking too long, so I grip either side and yank with force. They pop off one by one, and he chuckles.
“How am I going to walk back into your home and to your father without a shirt?”
My eyes widen, but then I shake my head. “Let’s not think about him right now.”
I slide the shirt over his strong shoulders. His abs are fucking heavenly as I squat. My hands move to his pants, and I begin undoing them while he looks down at me. I slide his slacks and briefs over his ass and down his toned legs. His cock springs free. It’s thick and long. Veins line the edge, making it look hungry with need. My eyes widen at how large he is.
“I’m on the pill. Fuck me, Hunter. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting. And fucking primal,” I demand.
His eyes light up like he’s won the damn lottery. Hunter grabs me, sliding me off the edge of the hood. Anticipation builds as he spins me, then pushes my chest onto the hood—my ass up in the air facing him.
“Hold on tight, princess. I’m gonna make you feel real fucking good.”
He stands behind me while my skin prickles with excitement as goosebumps run down my arms. His hand holds me down on the hood while the other travels over my hip and around to my ass cheek. He gently rubs my cheek, my heart pounds in my chest waiting in anticipation for whatever he’s going to do next. His fingers delicately slide along my pale skin. He pulls back and slams his palm against my flesh. My body slides up the hood with the force of the blow, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy slickens with wetness, and I gasp at the delicious pain.
“Again,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
His hand gently soothes the area he’s just slapped, and without warning, he pulls back, then slaps me again, but this time further down, much closer to my pussy. It tenses and pulsates with the blood rushing to the area, and I moan slightly at the feeling.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Hunter asks.
Smiling, I nod. “Yes. Please, punish me,” I tell him, and he groans, rubbing his erection into my ass.
“Fuck, Savanah.” He slaps me again, harder this time, and I yelp with the pain.
I love it even though it hurts.
I’m twisted, I know.
“Hold on, Sav,” he instructs, then his hand moves to my hip as the other holds me down, the side of my face pressed into the hood forcefully as he lines his cock up with my entrance. He slides it up and down my folds coating it in my juices, then suddenly slams inside me. His girth fills me entirely as I moan, adjusting to his size. Hunter groans as his hips meet my ass, and his fingers clench into my skin.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”
He pulls back, and I move with him as best I can. This position doesn’t allow me much room to shift. Hunter thrusts back inside me with speed and drive, the size of him making this so fucking pleasurable. My hands clench onto the edge of the car, trying to get a grip on anything I can.
The force and power behind each thrust are moving me higher and higher up the hood. My heart is in pain, and Hunter is helping me forget. Pain is my friend in the bedroom, and Hunter is hurting me real good.
He thrusts inside me deeply, so deep an ache forms in my lower stomach. Pounding into me from behind, he pushes his hand high on my back to keep me down while his other hand clenches onto my hip, his fingers digging in roughly as he pulls me on and off him.
The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other are only turning me on more. My cheek squishes into the hood as I groan out in pleasure while my pussy contracts around his hard cock.
There’s a charge in the air. Even though this is rough, fast, hard, and dirty, there’s still a spark, a magnetism that’s pulling us together. It surrounds us every time we’re together, but now the energy is strong as it surges between us while he pounds me into submission. He hisses through gritted teeth as he continues to hamm
er into me.
My back arches slightly at the feeling overtaking me again. Heat swells over my body, basking me in vast warmth. Sweat glistens over my skin as tingles shoot down my spine. I clench my eyes shut tight as I whimper, his hand coming around my front finding my clit, and he presses on it making me moan so loud as sharp energy bursts through me. My muscles clench. Flashes ignite and dance behind my eyes as I grit my teeth while the mind-shattering orgasm hits me hard.
Hunter thrusts up into me deeper, making the orgasm intensify, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I moan out loud.
He pummels harder, faster, his balls slapping against me as he groans, moving both his hands to my hips to help shift me on and off him and driving into me quickly, pumping with speed and energy while my body slides furiously up and down the hood of the car.
I’m too spent to care.
He groans out loudly, thrusting so deeply, then he stills as I feel the weight of his load when he explodes inside of me.
Panting for breath, he pumps a few more times for good measure and then runs his hand up my spine and into my hair. He fists it and pulls my head to the side for me to look at him.
Hunter moves slightly, so I can see him better as he bends down, his sweaty chest connecting with my back. He leans in, taking my mouth with his forcefully as he grasps hard onto my hair. The kiss is dominant. His cock is still embedded inside me, but I don’t care. I like this kind of attention.
He bites my bottom lip and lets my hair go, and I fall back to the hood.
Hunter stands, steps back, pulling out of me and taps my ass lightly, then he exhales, slumping onto the car beside me. “Fuck.”
I turn to face him, letting out a heavy exhale. “Thank you.”
He smiles, pulling me to him as the emotion hits me again—Mom is gone.
But she did something before she left me.
She brought Hunter and me together.
And I have to thank her for that.
My eyes flood with tears as I cuddle into Hunter’s side, his arms encasing me strongly. “I’m not going anywhere, Savanah, just let it all out.”