The Hunted (The Killing Hours Book 1)

by Christy Anderson

  “Maybe one more little look-see. I need to check out the damage again, right? Right.“

  I move in closer, and just as I press my eye to the magical portal to Beck’s bedroom, he drops the towel.

  “Oh, sweet baby Jesus.”

  I watch like a deranged peeping Tom, pressing my eye socket to the wall like a suction cup, trying to get closer and wishing by sheer mental fortitude I could turn this wall into a transporter from Star Trek and magically shimmer to the other side. Beck stretches and turns from side to side in all his naked perfection, muscle and sinew stretching and pulling in the most delicious ways. His abs are a thing of wonder, and they stack on top of those damn veiny lines that run down to his…

  “Coooock,” I whisper in my quiet worship at the Temple of Beck.

  Holy hell, it’s a beauty. Master artisans should erect memorials to it. It is magnificent. I’ve never seen such a nice one. In real life or in photos. I’m trying not to squeal with glee over this magnificent discovery. It’s as if Beckett Jameson is a new world, and I am the intrepid explorer sent by the entire female population on a mission of penial discovery.

  I have to keep watching for all of woman kind.

  He runs his hands across his abs before he sits down on the edge of his bed. Damn lucky hands. He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and pulls something out. I can’t tell what it is, but it’s a bottle of some sort. He flips the cap and squeezes some of the contents into his hand and tosses the bottle onto the nightstand. He rubs his palms together and then…

  OH, MY GOD! HE’S MASTURBATING!

  His large, calloused hand massages the behemoth, and it begins to swell. The crowned jewel glistens from the lube. His breathing becomes labored with his ministrations. I watch in rapt fascination. All my perverted shame is an afterthought. I really should feel ashamed of this…shouldn’t I? How do you not watch, though? My own breath quickens. My pulse accelerates as I slide my hand down the skirt of my dress and pull it up my body. His head falls back. His Adam’s apple bobs in the column of his throat, and a low, sexy groan escapes his perfect lips.

  This is the moment. A defining moment. I can get up and walk away now. I’ll be a voyeur with a little bit of kink. If I keep watching, I’ll be a full-blown pervert. I’ll be invading Beck’s privacy, full stop.

  I can live with being a pervert. No one will know but Wookie and me. Who is Wookie going to tell? I’m sure as shit not telling anyone. I press my eye closer as I watch him hammer away at himself. Jesus, he’s into it. I’m into it, too. It’s been a long while since I last saw a man masturbating. Gifs don’t count, right?

  His moans increase, and the knuckles of his fist turn white. My hand has a mind of its own as it traverses the expanse of my body, honing in on the spot that needs to be touched. Chills scatter across my skin at my own needy behavior. I told you I need to get laid.

  My fingers find their target, and I rub fast, pressing hard on my magic button. I’m pretty sure I’m going to get carpet burn from my panties. It’s a risk I’m willing to take. My orgasm is just on the edge of the horizon. Almost within reach. The sensation builds into a crescendo that's sure to shatter me. If I time it just right, we can get off together. Rubbing, faster, faster, faster, Oh yeah, faster, faster, right there, oh, hell yeah…

  “Glory! You dirty whore!”

  I fly back from the hole like it’s electrocuted me and land legs sprawled, with my panties stuck to my cooch.

  “Open the door!”

  I search around my apartment, in a frenzied, frantic state. My eyes dart all around the room. My heart pounds out of my chest, and my clit keeps its beat. It takes a minute for me to realize it’s Evelyn on the other side of the door. I hop up flustered. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

  “Fuck, I forgot it’s book club tonight.”

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  Acknowledgments

  SWEET BABY JESUS, THANK YOU!! I FINISHED THIS BOOK! I tell you what, this one, was a long hard ride. I started this book in December 2014, this was supposed to be my first novel but life had other plans. So, for me to finally reach the end…is FUCKING FANTASTIC!

  First, I want to thank my husband, Harley. He doesn’t get my book world at all (like AT ALL) but he’s proud and understanding. That is what a good partner does, supports you in your endeavors, even when they think you’re bat shit crazy. So, thanks babe. I love you the most.

  Thanks to my Dad, my Mamaw and my family- even though I won’t ever let them read my books, they love me and are proud of me. They always ask about my projects and understand when I sometimes have to miss out on our family breakfasts.

  This book would not be anywhere without my team. They are the women behind the curtain that polished this turd and made it something to be proud of. Without them, this book would be gathering dust in a file on my laptop.

  Jennifer Severino. . . IT IS OVER! Thank you for your hard work, great insight and making me give more. You see the better in my words before I even see it, and make it work. I will never complete a project without you. You are a fantastic friend, partner and my life is all the richer for having you in it. Love you big.

  Kathleen Payne. . . Girl, you turned up and kicked ass on this!! My word, the hours we spent going over this. I thank you for caring about my books as much as I do. You my friend, made it sparkle. You brought the magic and I am forever grateful. I am so blessed that you are a part of my journey. Let’s hope the next one is easier on us. Love you lady!

  Joy Sadowski- I love you. I thank the Lord above that we found each other. You are so important to me personally, as well as to this process. I know when I hand my books over, you are going to make sure everything is right as rain. I am so glad to have your eyes and insight on my projects. Thank you for always being willing to pitch in. I can’t imagine finishing a book without you. . . and I don’t want to.

  Christina Beck- Honey, there aren’t enough words to describe how thankful I am to have you in my life and as a part of my team. You go above and beyond. You are the best and I love you more than Hank. Let that sink in.

  Giovanna and Laurie- My Beta Babes

  Thank you both so much. I was just so stuck, so done, so over it until you two came along. I appreciate your patience and time. The help you gave me was priceless to this process and I am forever in your debt. Love you

  Lisa Readsalot-

  Girl. . . your teasers breathed new life into my tired writer mind. You helped me see that maybe, just maybe, my book wasn’t as bad as I was feeling it was. I will never be able to thank you enough for all that you do. Lots of love.

  Sher Mason-

  My one-woman PR team!! I can not begin to thank you for the hours you spend promoting me. I mean seriously, you promote me more and better than I ever could…lol. I appreciate you more than you know and I adore you. Love to you babe.

  Melissa Feist, Amber Escalara, Maria Corrado, Marcia Heaston- You girls, I love you. Thank you for being my cheerleaders, lending your names to my book, and just overall being there through the years. I am blessed to have each of you on my side. Love you large.

  Jennifer Pagan, Evelyn Villegas- Babes…My tribe! I love you girls. You are my happy place; my funny place and I can’t explain how your friendship has made my world much brighter. Love y’all!

  AM Johnson- I just love you. You are my person. I’m lucky to have you in my corner.

  Ellie Mclove- I’m going to hug you. Just putting that out there. Prepare yourself.

  Rose Hudson- MCID; for real though. Heart you lady!

  Ace Gray, Christine Besze, Maren Lee- you ladies rock! Couldn’t ask for better peers. Love you girls.

  My sweet ladies in Christy’s Little Birds- I love y’all! Thanks for hanging in there.

  Jenn Kopitke, Fernanda Garcia Perez- Rea
lly, this book is for you. You both waited a long ass time. I’m sorry. I hope it didn’t disappoint.

  Stacy Post, Kim Mclean, Kelly Lester- I don’t even want to think about my life without you in it. You are there for EVERYTHING. My girls, my soul mates, my all. I love you.

  Renee Sass, Kristi Haas, Tricia Zerbe, Carla Krissinger-

  You are my people. I thank my lucky stars for you all. You are the sweetest, kindest ladies and I am lucky to be able to call you friends. Love you all.

  If I have left anyone out, my apologies. It doesn’t mean you don’t matter. You do. I could write pages and pages about the people who have helped me, encouraged me, taught me. I am blessed with supportive women in my life.

  Thank you, the reader. It is because of you that authors write. Without you, our books, this community is nothing.