by Alina Jacobs
"Fuck me," I begged in a whisper. "Please."
"You have such a filthy mouth," he said. "I love it."
"Yours is dirtier."
"You want my dirty mouth?"
I bucked against him. I could feel him hard through our layers of clothes. Hunter pressed soft kisses to my skin as he started to undo my buttons. I pushed him off. He looked confused.
"A minute ago, you were begging to fuck me."
"And thirty minutes ago, you said you wanted to fuck me while I wore the expensive shoes you bought."
A grin bloomed on his face. "Yeah, I think I could go for that."
I slowly took off my clothes. He brought his hand to his mouth with a sharp intake of breath. I watched him bite down on his thumb as I let my skirt fall to the floor, followed by my blouse. I stood before him in my stockings and bra.
Hunter knelt before me and took the black stilettos out of the box. I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder as he slipped them onto my feet.
"I'd make a joke about Cinderella, but after all the starving, manual labor, and being locked in an attic, I doubt her tits are anywhere near as nice as yours," he breathed.
I pulled him up to me. His hands squeezed my ass, and I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He chuckled against my mouth.
Before I knew it, I was spun around so I was facing the counter. Hunter pulled down my stockings and panties, put a hand on my lower back, and pushed me forward.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," I gasped as I felt his warm breath between my legs.
"I want you soaking wet and begging first," he replied.
Then he put his mouth on me and licked me into a frenzy. My body was half numb with pleasure, and my breathing was erratic. The noises coming out of my mouth were nonsense, and my legs trembled.
Seeking more leverage, Hunter stripped off the tights and underwear. The expensive shoes were kicked aside. Then he grabbed my hips and lifted me up level to his face. I scrambled to hold onto the edges of the countertop. My nails dug into the butcher block as a hot, wet tongue found all my favorite spots, and I gasped, "Fuck yes."
I felt my whole body tighten, and I bucked against him as he drew out the pleasure.
I sucked in air for a moment, my heart still racing. In one motion, Hunter pulled me off the counter, spinning me around and pressing me against him. I felt the hard length of his dick shift against me as I wiggled.
He swore under his breath, grabbing me tighter against him and moving into the bedroom. I held on with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. The muscles in his shoulders rippled against my arms. I let my fingers tangle in his hair as my lips trailed kisses along the edge of his jaw to his ear. The stubble on his cheeks raked across my mouth. The smell of him mingled with the scent of my own lust. The last orgasm had been quick—just a taste. Now I wanted the full Hunter Svensson experience.
"I guess I am dripping wet for you after all," I murmured in his ear. He growled and threw me down on the bed, and I watched as he quickly stripped off his clothes.
He looked just as good as he had at the pool. His cock was even better. Stiff and dark, it jutted out. I pushed myself up and moved across the bed. I ran my hands down the defined plane of his abdomen to run my fingers down the length of his cock. I pressed my thumb to the slit on the tip then took just the tip in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. He groaned as I placed feathery kisses along the length.
I looked up at him, meeting his grey eyes. The muscles in his abdomen twitched, and he pushed me off of him, back onto the bed.
"Baby, as hot as it is to watch you suck my cock, I have bigger and better things planned."
His face was partially cast in shadow, but his eyes were blazing, almost black with desire. He grasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues twisted together, and I arched up against him.
Hunter quickly moved from my mouth, kissing down my throat to suck at my breasts and nipples. My hands moved over the angles of his shoulders to grip the curve of his biceps.
He leaned over me to fumble in the nightstand for a condom, and I watched as he rose to his knees and rolled it onto his cock. I positioned myself to let him in, my hips arching up. I cried out as he slid into me. Once he was fully inside, Hunter let out a breath.
"Meg, you feel so good," he murmured, pressing wet kisses against my neck.
Large hands moved up to comb through my hair. I tilted my head to look up at him and smile. I rolled my hips, and he sucked in another breath.
"I want you to fuck me with your big thick cock," I whispered, grinding my hips against him. He threw his head back and moaned, pushing his hard length into me. His hands came down to my hips, angling me toward him so that his cock brushed against my clit with every thrust. My hands clutched at his chest then his waist to hold him close to me before my fingers grabbed his buttocks. I wanted to leave a mark on him to let everyone know he was mine.
"Harder!" I begged.
"You want me to fuck you harder?" he rumbled, his deep voice echoing in my chest.
"Yeah," I whimpered. "Fuck me with your big cock."
His eyes lit up, and his mouth formed a devilish grin. My mouth made a slight O and then, before I knew it, Hunter had flipped me over onto my front and was fucking me to within an inch of my life. My body was half numb with pleasure, and I panted into the bedspread in time with his thrusts.
He pulled out for a second.
"Don't stop!" I begged.
Hunter's arms wrapped around me and pulled me upright onto my knees, my legs splayed open in front of him. Then his cock was back. He reached around, one of his large hands on my clit, making me scream from the sheer overload of emotions I felt when Hunter owned me like that. His mouth came down by my ear, and he growled huskily, "Love holding you down and taking you like this, my cock in your hot tight wet pussy. I love hearing those sexy-as-hell noises that come out of your pretty mouth that, after I finish fucking you, you're going to have wrapped back around my thick cock. You are mine, Meghan. Don't forget it."
The noises coming out of my mouth consisted of gibberish and random bits of prayers to all the deities I could remember from my college world religion class.
I came with one of his large hands pressed against my back and the other in my hair. I felt my eyes prickle as the waves of pleasure washed over me. My whole body was shaking as I felt Hunter shudder and finish inside of me.
Hunter collapsed on the bed beside me and wrapped me in a tight hug. After a moment, I regained enough energy to roll over and nuzzle his neck.
"Fucking finally," I heard him grumble under his breath. I laughed and snuggled in the crook of his arm. We lay together for a moment.
"That was an enlightening experience," Hunter had started to say when there was pounding at the door.
18
Hunter
"Open the door this instant!" I heard my half brother Greg yell through it. "I know you're in there, Hunter. If you don't open up right now, I'm coming in."
"Shoot," I said. "He better not—"
I heard the key scrape in the old lock, and the door opened.
Greg stormed into the room just as I buttoned up my pants.
"Good gracious, Hunter." At that moment, Greg noticed Meg in the bed, covers pulled up to her chin. "Oh! Please excuse me." He covered his eyes with his arm.
"You really shouldn't just barge in," I said.
"You really should answer your phone," he replied. His voice sounded muffled. I shoved my brother into the living room and shut the door to the master suite.
"Why are you here, Greg?"
"You're not answering your phone." He scowled.
"Is it an emergency?"
"Yes. Mace is complaining about the kids. He is threatening to send them here. I have a business to run."
"Did you find a nanny?" I asked.
"Apparently word has spread," he admitted. "No one wants to take care of them."
"Surely there's so
meone who will take the money," I countered.
"Not anyone reputable."
"Tell Mace to just hold on a little bit. We'll make other arrangements in the new year," I promised.
"Mace and Garrett aren't actually taking care of them—that’s the problem," Greg said. "I just came back from Harrogate. The kids are running around, basically feral. We need a plan. You need to do something; you're the oldest."
"Remy—"
"Remington is half crazy. Mace made a huge understatement. You haven't been to Harrogate in a while. Remy is in no state to be in charge of those kids."
"Garrett needs to step up too," I countered. "He's out there."
"Apparently one of the kids dumped a chocolate shake on Garrett's laptop and shredded a bunch of important documents to make confetti, and now he's living in the PharmaTech facility."
"Living where?"
"He pitched a tent in his office," Greg growled.
"We have at least thirty grown people who could be responsible for the kids," I hissed at Greg.
"Could they?" he countered. "The ones who are responsible enough need to be running companies so we can continue to afford to pay for college and medical care for the younger kids."
I knew he was right.
"I'm concerned about Mace's ability to cope," Greg said. "It's not like PharmaTech is out of the woods yet. We need to solidify their hold on the market."
"I'm working on it."
"You seem to be working on a lot of things," Greg said. "And results have yet to materialize. You need to move out there and take care of our brothers."
There it was. The challenge hung between us.
"I already raised a batch of our brothers," I said quietly, though the excuses sounded hollow even to my ears.
"So did I," he countered. "I was the oldest of my mother's children."
"That's a low blow. We agreed we're all brothers, no drawing lines based on who our mother was," I snapped at him, feeling slightly hurt.
"Tell that to those traitors in Seattle." Greg glowered. "It doesn’t change the fact that we have to do something now."
"You mean I have to do something. That's what this is about. I have to give up everything to move out to Harrogate."
"You're the only one not actively in charge of a major corporation," Greg said. "And who has the wherewithal to corral all those heathen children."
I looked back to the bedroom. Meg was behind that door.
"Maybe she'll move out there with you," Greg said softly.
"Unlikely." I ran a hand through my hair. "She wants to be a big-time lawyer. She has her career, her life here."
"We need to have something finalized by the new year. When you come to Harrogate for Christmas, you'll see I'm right."
After Greg left, Meg came out of the bedroom. She was wearing my shirt. I could see her nipples through the fabric. I stepped up to her then sucked the little pink buds until they were hard.
I didn't want to lose this new thing I had. It made me feel like a normal person instead of the freak show from the doomsday cult in the American West with the overly large family and no real parents.
I kissed Meghan, taking her mouth like I had taken her body only a short while before. My hand spread her legs and was met with a slick heat. I stroked her lightly, and she moaned.
"Bedroom," I said, maneuvering her back through the door.
"You're not sated yet?" she murmured.
"Not in the least."
I pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her hands and knees. I admired the view for a moment as I put on a condom, then I entered her with a groan of relief and began to thrust. My too-large-on-her shirt draped over her body, framing the curves of her hips. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust.
I pushed my hand along the curve of her back. She arched up toward me, and I tangled my hand in her hair and pressed her face into the sheets.
My other hand moved over her round ass to her front to stroke her clit. Her cries were muffled in the sheets as I rocked back, trying to find the angle that would turn her into a screaming, pleading mess.
When she cried out my name, I knew I’d found it. I continued to pound that spot until Meghan came in a shuddering wreck of screams as if she were both cursing and praying to me. Her body's tight clasp around mine was bringing me over the edge with her. I stroked as deeply as I could, reveling in the feel of the tight, wet heat. Then I felt the tingle of electric shocks in my groin, and they radiated outward. I came saying her name and collapsed beside her in a heap.
"Someone looks awfully smug," she crooned.
The white of the shirt framed her breasts. It was so erotic seeing her in my clothes. I leaned over to kiss a pink nipple.
"Let's go away," I told her. "We could go to the Caribbean. I think I have enough money to buy an island."
She smiled at me softly and stroked my face. I leaned into her palm. "We have responsibilities here. And it sounds like you have a lot of responsibility."
I scowled.
"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear," she said and rubbed my shoulders. "It's difficult being the oldest, I know."
"Yeah."
"I can help you…"
"You can't." It came out harsher than I had intended.
"I have to go," she said.
"Don't. Just stay."
She shook her head. "I haven't been back home in two days. I should check on it. Thanks for the shoes."
Fuck.
19
Meghan
Kate was in her PJs on the bottom bunk watching a movie when I walked in. On the coffee table in front of her was the most impressive array of junk food I'd ever seen.
"Don't look at me!" she mumbled, trying to fling herself over the food.
"Geez, Kate," I said, picking up a slice of pizza. "Bad day?"
"It's freezing outside. My life is a shit show, and I have the worst taste in men," Kate said after she swallowed a bite of nachos.
"Same," I said, setting down the bag of shoes.
"Oh, hell no!" Kate said. "You don't get to claim you have man troubles if Hunter is buying you Louboutins. Put them on," she demanded. "Right now."
Kate squealed and applauded as I strutted around the tiny apartment in the black stilettos.
"Hunter must really like you," Kate said, eating a handful of sour gummies.
"I think he just likes seeing me in the shoes," I told her. "Plus he said he's tired of hearing me complain about Karen."
Kate nodded. "Hunter's a problem solver. If there's an issue, he knows there's a solution, and he's going to fix it, end of story. I appreciate that. It's efficient."
"Yeah," I said, thinking about the conversation I'd overheard between Hunter and Greg. He was thinking about leaving. I couldn't fault him. I felt horribly guilty about leaving my sisters.
Drunk on wine and greasy food, Kate and I fell asleep watching Hallmark movies.
We were awakened the next morning by the buzzing of the doorbell.
"Ugh," Kate said, not moving from the bed. I hadn't done my usual routine on my hair, and it stuck out weirdly. I hastily smoothed it down and made sure I was dressed before opening the door.
"Can I help you?" I asked the uniformed man standing there.
"Delivery for—" He looked at his clipboard. "Miss Meghan Loring?"
"That’s me."
"I have flowers." He handed the bouquet to me. "And food." He handed me a large paper sack. "Sign here, please."
I set the stuff on the tiny counter then scrawled my signature on the tablet.
"Flowers!" Kate said.
I set them on the windowsill next to the other vase of flowers.
"You need to tell Hunter to tone it down on the flowers," Kate said, taking the sack. "If he sends you a bouquet every time you let him get his dingdong wet, we're going to be suffocating in roses and hydrangeas."
"But it's so nice to have them." I sighed, looking at the beautiful flowers.
"Okay, scratch the complaints about
the flowers," Kate said as she rummaged through the bag. "Hunter is definitely on my favorite people list." She pulled out lox and bagels then containers of eggs Benedict and French toast along with small containers of hollandaise, syrup, whipped cream, cream cheese, capers, onions, and berries.
"Yum," Kate said, eating a berry. "This is all from Slager Sisters, that fancy place that has the best brunch. Talk about expensive food. And we don't have to wait in line for it."
Also in the bag was a bottle of champagne and one of orange juice.
"Score!" Kate said, mixing mimosas. "You need to marry this guy."
"I barely even know him," I said, digging into the eggs Benedict. The hollandaise sauce was creamy and slightly tangy.
"This is even really nice champagne," Kate said appreciatively. "Was there a note?"
I dug around in the massive bouquet.
"It says, 'Can't wait to unwrap you from your suit. Don't bother wearing panties.'"
"Whoa," Kate said. "That is blatant. And a little erotic. He must be something special if you're breaking all your rules for him."
"Life is too short to be too cautious," I said, taking a sip of the mimosa. "Besides, Hunter's worth a little rule breaking."
"He clearly knows you if he sent food and flowers instead of jewelry and expensive knickknacks."
The suits were delivered Sunday evening. I tried them on to make sure they fit.
"You look hot," Kate assured me as I modeled the clothes for her. "He's not going to be able to keep his hands off of you."
"Well, he better, because we have a meeting tomorrow."
"That's right," Kate said. "Walter wants me to be there. I guess I'll see you. It's the last one before the Christmas break. Are you staying in town?"
"Going home to Harrogate," I replied. "I can't wait to see my sisters. Though I'll miss spending time with Hunter."
Hunter was already waiting in the reception area when I stepped off the elevator at the Harrington-Thurlow office on Monday morning.