Wrecked by Her (Like a Hurricane Duet Book 1)

by Kristie Leigh

  Wrecked By Her

  Kristie Leigh

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  Dedication

  To my husband and kids, thanks for putting up with me and supporting me through this crazy process.

  I love you.

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Jules

  2. Hunter

  3. Hunter

  4. Jules

  5. Jules

  6. Jules

  7. Hunter

  8. Jules

  9. Jules

  10. Jules

  11. Hunter

  12. Jules

  13. Jules

  14. Jules

  15. Jules

  16. Hunter

  17. Jules

  18. Jules

  19. Jules

  20. Jules

  21. Hunter

  22. Jules

  23. Jules

  24. Jules

  25. Hunter

  26. Jules

  27. Jules

  28. Jules

  29. Hunter

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Hunter

  Most of my friends were off to college, except me. I was stuck here in McKinney, running my grandfather's construction company. I’d always wanted this, but I’d always imagined Jules by my side.

  Since we’d broke up, things had been shit. Probably the worst four months of my entire life. I tried to play it cool for Jules’s sake, but it was weird not being able to touch or kiss her. Even worse, we still hung out because we shared the same group of friends. I could either man up and act like an adult or sit at home with nothing to do. So far, I’d done my best to try to pretend things were okay, but it tried my patience at best.

  Tonight we were saying goodbye to another member of our crew at Macy’s big going-away party. She lived out in Waterdown, her beach house sat on acres with a ton of toys including four-wheelers. The plan was to spend some time mudding, then surround a bonfire, and drink until we were shit-faced. Macy was attending Harvard, and she was heading up early to get settled. So here we were, having fun; well, everyone other than me. No matter how hard I tried, being around her but not with her shredded me. I couldn’t be normal when everything about me was broken. When Jules left for California, she was going to take my heart with her, and I wasn’t at all prepared for that.

  Lost in thought, sitting on a four-wheeler, I was geared up to go for a run. The whir of the engine and the silence of the open trails was a place my mind could rest, and I wouldn’t have to try so hard to act normal.

  Thin arms slipped around me from behind, snatching my mind out of the trance. My entire body tensed until the comfort of her voice circled around me. Jules.

  “Mind if I ride?” Her voice shook with the slightest bit of hesitation, which wasn’t like her.

  I turned to see her worried eyes, not understanding how she could possibly think I’d ever deny her. “Hell yeah, let’s do this!” I wasn’t prepared for her to join me and I wondered how the hell I’d keep from begging her to change her mind, but I’d never tell her no.

  All it took was a gentle squeeze to her calf for her to relax and toss her hands into the air. “Woohoo!” Her carefree spirit echoed through the woods and my soul.

  The instant she secured her hands around my waist, I took off. Being this close to her was as near to perfection as I’d ever get. And I’d drag it out all day just to savor the moment. Racing over the trails, I tried to memorize her scent and capture the way she held me. And when I glanced down to where her fingers were laced together over my abs, my heart clenched in torturous pain. I’d likely never see her hands on my body again, much less have her this close. I’d be damned if I didn’t cherish every moment.

  We raced through the outback and the tires of the four-wheeler slung mud around us, covering every bared inch of skin in striations of dirt. The sound of her screams and laughter drove me farther. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had this much fun. The freedom reminded me of old times and just how much I’d missed them.

  Bouncing on the uneven terrain, we got stuck in a soft spot. Jules doubled over, unable to contain the giggles that bounded from her mouth when we climbed off. Until she turned around. Her boot sunk into the mud, and all I could hear was the slurping sound of her trying to pull it out as she fell. Without thought, she reached out for something to stabilize herself, but we didn’t stand a chance as I lost my balance and landed on top of her.

  The snapshot was picture perfect, even as her giggles stilled. I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her. Jules saw my intention, yet she didn’t apply the brakes. Our lips hovered a breath apart before they met in a slow, passionate embrace that quickly turned frantic. My mind raced with thoughts of what I’d do to her body if a mud pit were the place to shed her clothes and take advantage of the solitude. But better judgment took hold. Pulling back, I took her hands and hauled her into a standing position. She went to speak, but I cut her off.

  “Sorry, Jules. I got carried away.” My eyes darted from the ground to her face. “We were having such a good time…. I just got all nostalgic. I-I just, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” I raked my hand through my hair and cast my eyes to the ground. “You made your decision.” I sounded sincere, although I was anything but. I didn’t mean a word I’d just said. I wasn’t sorry. I was trying to fake it as best I could until we could get back to the others.

  Surprisingly, she appeared disappointed, but I brushed it off. “Don’t apologize, Hunter. It’s hard to fight what feels natural.”

  She’d had no problem fighting it since we broke up.

  “How about you hop on and give it some gas while I try to push you out? If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to call Parker.”

  Ten minutes later, we finally got the machine out of the mud. We headed back, and I was a little uncomfortable after that kiss. Even her arms around my waist felt awkward and stiff. I shouldn't have touched her. Everything was perfect, and then I went and ruined it. There’s no doubt in my mind that Jules still loved me, but she'd made it perfectly clear over the last several months that her decision was final. I needed to respect that.

  The best thing I could do was get us back to camp as quickly as possible and then put as much distance between us as I could. I needed a drink, and I needed one now. My only hope to lift this horrible cloud now looming over us was by surrounding us with other people, people who would take the pressure of isolation off us. I parked the four-wheeler and jumped off the damn thing like it was on fire. Without so much as a word, Jules’s blue eyes pinned me with hurt. She didn’t move or say a word, although her silence said it all. I offered her a hand that she willingly accepted.

  She stared at the ground and shuffled her feet. “Thanks for letting me ride along, Hunter. I really did have fun. I'm glad we got to do this one last time.”

  I flinched at her words. Jules was right; this was the last time. As much as I wanted to believe things were just on hold for four years, I was lying to myself. She was going to go off and meet some dickhead surfer and never look back, while I was stuck here, pining after her for the rest of my damn li
fe.

  “Anytime, Jules. Glad I could make one of your last days here memorable.” I gave her a quick, awkward hug. “I'm going to go grab a drink. See you around, okay?”

  She nodded then glanced down at the edge of her shirt, her fingers twisting the fabric. She chose this. I needed to walk away. I needed that beer. I turned and headed straight for the keg, poured myself a cup, and quickly decided on another. Double fisting never hurt anyone...unless they were driving, which I was not. I needed to get my tent all set up and ready for me to pass out in. At this rate, I could be comatose and over this day in an hour. Game on.

  I’d been sitting alone by the fire, Jules had disappeared and Taylor and Easton were nowhere to be found. I’d been trying to avoid direct eye contact or conversation with anyone. Still on beer two, clearly, I wasn’t a big drinker. I didn’t know who I thought I was fooling when I grabbed two cups at once. I already had a buzz going. I stood up to go take a piss and call it a night when I turned to find Jules so close I could touch her.

  “Oh hey, Jules.”

  She smiled up at me. Her real smile; the one I’d missed so freaking much. I was completely fucked. There was no way in hell I was ever getting over this girl.

  “Hey, Hunter, I was wondering how much you've had to drink. Our ride bailed on us, and we could really use a lift home.”

  “I would love to, but you know my rule. I've already had two. I was planning to head to bed shortly. Why don’t you stay inside?”

  “Macy's parents said no guests allowed to stay in the house. Can I share with you?” She bit her lip, not so innocently.

  My dick definitely thought it was a fan-fucking-tastic idea, but my heart couldn’t take any more. “I don't know. Do you really think that's such a great idea?”

  “What's the big deal, Hunter? We've slept together a million times. Nothing’s changed, I still love you, and you know that. I'm only doing what's best for you. Stop being silly, and let me crash with you.”

  I was going to regret this. “All right. Can't make this any worse than it already is.” I shrugged and tried to act unaffected. “I'll be right back.”

  I took a piss, all the while reminding myself this was a dumbass idea. But I couldn’t drive her home, and I was certainly not letting her stay with anyone else. I’d hate myself for this in the morning, but as par for the course, I couldn’t tell her no. I headed back over to find Jules right where I left her, looking stunning as always. Her long, brown hair was tied loosely on top of her head, and without a drop of makeup on her skin, her natural beauty radiated.

  “Come on. I’m over this way.” I walked in front of her, avoiding any accidental touches and assumed she’d follow without actually being led.

  As soon as we crawled inside and turned on the lantern, it dawned on me that I had only brought one twin mattress and one blanket. I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned, this was going to suck even more than I thought.

  “You know, maybe I should crash in the truck. I wasn't expecting to share tonight, so I only brought this.” I started to back out of the tent.

  “Hunter, don't be ridiculous. We can fit. We'll just have to get a little closer than we've been for a while. What's the problem? You know I don't bite.” She winked and started to remove her jeans.

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I should sleep in my jeans. My dick was already hard, and I wouldn’t be able to hide an erection from her with them on, never mind without. When I glanced up, I found her standing in her boy shorts, tank, and no bra. I immediately turned around. “I can't do this. I should sleep in the truck. I swear I don't mind.” There was nothing other than silence until the warmth of her breath caressed my ear.

  “Calm down, Hunter. Turn around.” She tried to move me, but I didn’t budge.

  “I can't, Jules. I’m hanging on by a thread, and I'm close to snapping. I don't want to make things harder than they already are. If we go there tonight, it's going to make things that much more difficult for me when you leave.”

  “Hunter, look at me.” Her voice was soft and tender.

  I closed my eyes again and slowly turned around. I sighed heavily before lifting my lids.

  “Fuck, you're beautiful. You're killing me. I'm dying here. I miss you so much; it's hard to breathe without you.” I slowly reached up and brushed a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear. “This is a bad idea. You know that, don’t you?”

  She shook her head, but it was true. This was going to make her leaving that much worse. Although, having her one last time would be worth the added pain. She reached down to pull my shirt over my head, but I stopped her.

  “Lie down, Jules,” I said with authority.

  She was shocked. I could see it in her face. She wasn’t used to me taking control, but tonight, I was in charge.

  “Now.”

  She lay down on the air mattress. I stripped off my clothes while taking her in from head to toe, committing her to memory. I was going to take my time tonight, remembering everything about her body. I would need these images to get me through the next four years without her.

  Don't think about her leaving.

  Kneeling before her, I methodically ran my hands up and down her thighs, nearing the apex but not quite. She was going to beg for me. Jules was squirming already. It'd been five, long-ass months, and I was about to explode, but this had to last.

  Jules started to knead her tits and spread her legs wider. Her hands drifted down her stomach, drawing a map to where I wanted to be. She whimpered when I stopped her roaming fingers, not wanting her to get too far.

  “Don’t be like that, baby. I want this just as much as you do. Be patient.” The words came out low and gravelly.

  I continued to caress and kiss my way up her thighs. Her musky aroma drove me past the brink, and I couldn’t control my burning desire. My fingers curled around the lace of her panties, and I shimmied them down her ass, encouraging her to lift her hips to make their removal easier. Absentmindedly, I tossed them aside in favor of spreading her knees and opened her up for my pleasure…and hers. Taking my time, I licked and sucked on her clit while reached up and massaged her nipples.

  God, I was solid as a rock.

  I slipped two fingers inside her, catching her off guard. Her yelp quickly turned into a moan when I curled my fingers and hit that spot she loved. The warmth, the wetness, it all spurred me on as I sucked and fingered her. It didn’t take her long before she was coming all over my face.

  I had missed this so much.

  She came down from her orgasm as I continued to lap up her arousal. Looking up, I found sleepy eyes and a huge grin on her face.

  This woman was going to be the death of me.

  I slowly climbed her body, then gripped my cock and began to rub at her entrance to coat myself with her natural lubricant. The moment I realized I didn’t have any protection, I froze. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.” I leaned back on my haunches with my dick still in hand. “I definitely wasn’t expecting this. I’m sorry.”

  She grabbed me as I pulled away. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill; it’ll be fine.” She was breathless, and it was sexy as hell.

  I wasn’t sure this was the greatest idea, but I lived by split-second decisions. I was a guy, so fuck it. I was going in. Once again positioning myself at her entrance, I thrust home and then instantly stilled.

  “Oh my God, Jules. You feel so fucking good.” I rested my head on her shoulder to take a moment.

  “Hunter, are you okay?” Concern marred Jules’s expression when I looked up.

  She had no clue what was going through my head, but I kept telling myself this wasn’t the last time, although, it sure as hell felt like goodbye. She read my expression, and her eyes turned sad. Pushing up onto her elbows, she reached one hand out to stroke my cheek. “Hunter, be with me. Get out of your head, and just be with me.” She kissed me, and the world melted away.

  This girl was my everything, and I was going to enjoy each moment I could wi
th her. With long, slow strokes, we made love, kissing and touching each other with sweet caresses. We took our time like we had the rest of our lives together.

  Sometime later, we climaxed and collapsed in a heap on the tiny mattress.

  As we drifted off, I thought I heard Jules say, “I love you.”

  The last thing I remembered was the feel of her soft lips kissing mine.

  I woke up cold, unfamiliar with where I was. I slowly opened my eyes and remembered last night with a smile. It didn’t take long to realize Jules wasn’t beside me. I quickly got dressed and unzipped the tent. It didn’t look like anyone was awake. I prayed that she’d gone up to the house. I packed up my shit and threw it in the truck before walking to the house, but there were no signs of movement there, either. I grabbed my phone to call her but it was dead. As I ran to the truck to charge it, I started to panic.

  I bounced my leg nervously, waiting for my cell to power on. When it finally did, it lit up with a text from Jules before I could even swipe the screen.

  Jules: I’m sorry, Hunter. I couldn’t say goodbye. I’ve loved you for most of my life, and I always will. I just couldn’t say the words and walk away. By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to California

  Jules: Thank you for last night. I’ll cherish every moment. I’ll miss you every day. Take care of yourself, have fun, and be free. Don’t let me hold you back. If it’s meant to be, it will. I love you, always and forever XOXO