by Molly O'Hare
As Hunter stared into her eyes, he knew it was time. Even if it killed him, he couldn’t go another second without his lips on hers. “I dare you.”
Chapter Fifteen
I dare you.
Abbie stared Hunter with her mouth wide open.
A dare.
What were they, ten?
Damn it! Her body reacted to him. Abbie tried to fight it. She tried to fight every instinct inside of her. She really did, but with the way his body pressed against hers, the heat that radiated off him sent shock waves through her that went straight to her core.
On top of that, her body had lost its goddamn mind. On their own, her hips started grinding into him.
Fucking grinding. Oh, god, she wanted to scream in frustration. What the hell body?
The moment she looked into his eyes, she lost it. To her utter dismay, Abbie let out a whimper. She’d never whimpered before in her life.
But with the intense lust-filled gaze staring back at her, it was enough to make all her logic fly out the window.
Hunter’s body was making her do all sorts of things she’d never done.
Apparently, that included her fucking rubbing her pussy against Hunter’s crotch.
As her hips involuntarily circled around his waist, she slammed her eyes shut the second she felt his dick.
Effe, me. He was big.
No, Hunter wasn’t big, she pushed the thought away. It was her overactive imagination playing tricks on her.
He must have read her mind because he pushed his waist into her making Abbie feel his full length.
Well shit, this just got interesting.
A primal grunt escaped Hunter’s lips causing Abbie to dart her eyes to his mouth.
Could she do this? Could she actually kiss Hunter?
She closed her eyes. The last time she kissed him, her whole world turned upside down. He broke a piece of her, and no matter how bad she wanted to taste him right now, she would never let herself feel that way again.
It didn’t matter how bad her delusional body wanted him.
They weren’t kids anymore.
Dares meant nothing to her.
A deep noise coming from his throat had Abbie’s eyes snapping to his. They were hard, intense. They blazed with so much heat it was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. “I dare you, Abbie.”
Dare.
There was that word again. However, this time it flipped a switch inside of her.
A Collins never surrendered.
A Collins never backed down.
A Collins never turned down a dare!
Fuck it.
Abbie grabbed the sides of Hunter’s face and slammed her lips to his. It was probably the dumbest thing she had ever done, or would ever do, but right now she didn’t care.
She was hungry for him and consequences be damned.
He kissed her back with such a possessive force, all rational thoughts flew out the window as she fought for control of their lips.
It was overwhelming.
He pulled her into his body, grinding his hips into hers as he dominated their embrace.
And, Abbie let him.
His kiss was desperate, and he was desperate for her.
As her hands roamed Hunter’s body, she found herself yanked way from the wall before being tossed into the air. When she landed on the bed in a not so gentle bounce, she sent an evil look in his direction. “Hey! Watch yourself!”
However, Abbie’s agitation flew right out the window the second Hunter pull his shirt over his head. With avid eyes, she watched his muscles move as he climbed onto the bed toward her.
God, his body was mesmerizing. No matter how bad she knew she should look away, she couldn’t. His chest was delicious, sure she knew he had abs, she’d felt them the numerous times she’d tackled him to the ground, but seeing them in the flesh was something else.
I wonder what they taste like?
Wait a second. What the fuck was she thinking?
Then Hunter’s hand skimmed along her leg as he crawled up her body.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, she had to stop this. This was Hunter James.
Hunter. Fucking. James.
The moment his hand reached her thigh, he squeezed as he let out a deep growl. The sound went straight to her core, as Abbie’s jaw dropped. Holy shit, that was hot.
“These thighs are gonna be perfect around my head.” To emphasize his point, Hunter squeezed her thigh again causing a moan to escape Abbie’s lips.
She struggled to regain any sense as Hunter pushed her thighs apart making room for his knees. She gulped. She’d never felt more exposed and she was still wearing all her clothes.
“Do you want that, Abbie? Do you want your legs wrapped around my head as I fuck you with my mouth?”
Did she? Hell fucking yes, she did. At this point, she’d be a fool to say no, and her mother didn’t raise a fool. As heat spilled through her lower belly, she nodded.
“Good.”
Abbie expected Hunter to pull off her pants but to her surprise, he bent kissing her stomach. His hands then went to her hips before pushing her blouse up exposing her soft rounded belly.
Oh, no.
Abbie’s eyes slammed shut as she pulled down her shirt to cover herself. Before she knew it, the same hands that were trying to hide herself were now pinned effortlessly above her head as Hunter towered over her.
Without giving her a second to respond Abbie found his lips on hers again in a searing kiss.
Was his goal to make her lose her mind? ‘Cause he was doing a damn good job of it if he was.
When Hunter pulled away, she opened her eyes only to see Hunter lifting her shirt higher.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.” His words sent a chill down her spine. They were spoken with such a possessiveness a new rush of heat went straight to her core.
“W-what?” she stammered, trying to find her voice.
Hunter’s eyes snapped to her causing her breath to catch in her throat. His intense green eyes held such a primal need she no longer knew which way was up. No one, and she meant no one had ever stared at her that way before.
“I need to fuck you, Abbie,” he got out through clenched teeth as his hand squeezed her hip in a move to clearly mark her. “I need to fuck you and hard. I’ve waited way too long for this.”
As Abbie tried to make sense of his words, Hunter moved back down the bed positioning himself between her legs.
What was she to do? Because right now she wanted that too. As he reached for the waistband of her pants she lifted her hips giving him whatever he needed. He slowly pulled them down her legs. His fingers lightly skimmed her skin searing everywhere he touched.
“Fuck it!”
That’s when Abbie heard the distinct sound of material being destroyed.
She looked down as her eye twitched. That asshole had ripped her pants and right now she only had one leg clothed. She pushed herself onto her elbows. “Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t kid about sex, Abbie.”
Her eyes narrowed as her lips formed into a thin line. “You fucking ripped my pants. I should stab you.”
He sent her his signature smirk. “You can stab me after you come on my face.”
Before she could argue though, Hunter was on his forearms with his face in her core. “Goddamn, Abbie, you’re so wet I can see it through your panties.”
Abbie’s cheeks heated.
When his fingers lightly grazed her lower lips through the material she jumped off the bed.
“I’ve got to say, Abbie, ever since seeing your little duckies eating popcorn I’ve wondered what other fun surprises you had in store for me under your clothes.”
Her eyes widened hearing his words.
Damn it! That’s when she remembered what underwear she had on. For fuck’s sake.
Deciding it was better to ignore it, Abbie fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Universe, why do you continuously do this to me? Am I
only here for your entertainment?
“I’ve been dreaming about what I’d discover once I finally got you under me.”
Finally? Wait, that made her sit up.
Hunter smirked at her once she caught his eye. “I’m happy to report I never thought tiny dinosaurs on skateboards giving the middle finger would make my dick so hard I’m about to come in my pants.”
“You’re about to what?” Abbie’s eyes bulged.
Hunter sent her a playful wink. “Don’t worry if I do, with the way you turn me on, including your insanely adorable panties I’ll be hard again in seconds.”
“Don’t talk about my underthings.”
“You mean these underthings?” Hunter trailed his fingers at the apex of her legs causing a hiss to escape her.
“It pains me to do this.”
“Do wha—”
He grabbed the crotch of her underwear and ripped them off her body.
“My dinosaurs!” she yelled ready to attack. Her shock was short-lived though, as her growl turned into a moan as Hunter’s fingers touched her core.
Her completely naked core.
He lowered himself to his chest positioning his face at her center. “I knew you had a hairless pussy.” He chuckled causing her to look down her body.
Bad choice.
Seeing Hunter between her legs had Abbie’s head exploding. She didn’t know whether it was the anticipation, or you know, the fact that it was Hunter James. The one person she was supposed to hate for eternity.
Then he winked at her.
Hunter lowered his head placing a gentle kiss to her mound.
Abbie tried to jump away from him but he was too fast. He shoved his hands under her legs before reaching around grabbing her hips.
“Fuck, Abbie, your pussy’s so plump and juicy.” He then kissed her mound again, but this time she felt his tongue.
“Oh, god, what are you doing?” she said in a panic. This wasn’t happening. Nope. She somehow tripped coming out of the bathroom, fell and busted her head open and now was in some twisted coma induced hallucination.
Holy mother of fuck.
Hunter used his two fingers to pull apart her lips before raking his tongue on her clit.
“Something I’ve dreamt of doing for years.” He sealed his mouth to her core.
“Oh, fuckity, fuck.” Abbie closed her eyes as the sensation rocked through her. She was so close already, which was magic upon itself.
Then she felt a twinge of pain followed by a hoarse growl. She promptly plopped herself onto her elbows glaring down at him. “Did you just bite me?”
“Yes. And I’ll do it again.” His eyes burned into her over her center. They were so intense, so possessive. So, fucking hot.
“Eyes on me the whole time, baby. You got that?”
She blinked at him. “What?”
When he lifted his head, she saw his chin glistening. Holy smokes, was that from her? Heat cascaded up her body as her heart felt like it was seconds from exploding in her chest.
“You heard me, Abbie.” His growl sent another chill that went straight to her center. “Eyes on me the whole time. I want you to make no mistake. You’re gonna know exactly who’s eating you.” It was if his hunter green eyes pierced into her soul.
What could she say to that?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
It didn’t matter. This was all a trauma-induced hallucination anyway. Why fight it? But she had to say, she would never be able to wipe her mind of who was between her legs. Hunter had officially burned this image into her brain.
She’d be sitting on a rocking chair fifty years from now and still remember who did this to her.
Stupid man.
Deciding it was best to deal with the repercussions of him ruining her later, she nodded.
Hunter must have believed her since he lowered himself back to her center. “Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbled through her folds which sent another shock wave through her. His lips were so close to her clit, it was like a vibrator as he talked.
Abbie’s stomach clenched as he sucked the bead into his mouth and hummed. “Oh god, no one, no one has ever…” She panted losing her words.
“No one has ever what?” he asked as he kept his mouth close to her clit while locking his eyes with hers.
It was too much. It was all too much; the sensation running through her body was enough to kill her. It was like every single nerve ending in her was on fire and there was no relief in sight.
This is how she was going to die.
Great, her tombstone was going to read something ridiculous like, R.I.P Here lies Abbie Collins she died when her childhood nemesis decided to play fucking harmonica on her lady bits.
Abbie held her eyes shut, as she tried everything she could to control her body. That’s when she felt the pinch again.
He bit her.
Again.
Her eyes darted open as she stared at him, unable to form words as his fingers stroked her folds.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded. “I won’t tell you again.”
A challenge, really? He should know better. “Or, what?”
Hunter lifted his head slightly. “Try me and you’ll find out.”
She swallowed.
“Now tell me, Abbie, no one has ever what?” His hand moved to her clit, which shot a new wave of pleasure through her. One she couldn’t control no matter how hard she fought it.
“Come! No one has ever made me come like that!”
He increased his pressure causing her to finally tip over the edge. Abbie shrieked as her orgasm hit her with the kind of power and force she’d never experienced before. Her whole body shot off the bed as he never let up on her clit causing her orgasm to consume every part of her.
After what felt like an eternity, and the last shock wave finally subsided. Abbie fell back onto the bed, her eyes closed tight.
I’m dead. This is what death felt like.
Death by orgasm. That’s what her tombstone was now going to read.
Hunter moved causing the bed to dip, but honestly, she didn’t have the strength to see where hallucination Hunter was going.
“That will be the first of many.”
That gave her some energy.
Abbie opened one of her eyes and peered in his direction. “Many what?” she panted.
Once she finally thought she was no longer in danger of dying, she focused her attention back to Hunter. That’s when she saw him move off the bed. Wait, where was he going?
This better not have been some joke. If he was about to walk out of this hotel room, he was a dead man.
Scratch that. He’d never make it two steps. Abbie pulled her legs up preparing to tackle him. Now that she had her taste of Hunter, this wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
Once she got onto her knees. though, she stopped.
No, Hunter wasn’t leaving. Far from it.
Instead, his hands were at his belt undoing it.
Oh. Just kidding. Abbie pulled down her shirt covering her stomach as she sat back on her ankles watching the show.
Might as well commit this to memory, too.
As he unzipped his pants, Abbie’s breath caught at the sight of the top of his groin. “Oh my god, you aren’t wearing any underwear!”
He smirked as he sent her a devilish wink. “I never do.”
Abbie’s mouth fell open. How the hell was she going to go on with the rest of her life knowing he never wore underwear.
How?
At this point, Hunter had destroyed her brain.
He then pushed his pants down to his ankles.
Her eyes widened as the thing bounced. As she tried to take him in, from his muscular thighs, his taut stomach, his Greek-god like features, her eyes kept being drawn back to the appendage between his legs.
The one that was staring at her.
The one that now terrified her. Sure, she was a curvy girl, and Abbie could handle a lot, but
this… Holy fucking monster. “How in the hell do you walk around with that thing?”
“That’s why I don’t wear underwear,” he laughed.
“Don’t say shit like that, Hunter.” She groaned.
“Why?”
“‘Cause, I won’t be able to forget it.” She narrowed her eyes at him as that stupid smirk appeared on his face.
“Good.”
Not good.
Not good at all.
Abbie’s focused on the spot between his legs. At least that answered one question. If she ever saw Doug again, she could one hundred percent inform him Hunter did not have gross nasty balls.
On the contrary, the way he looked only made her want to do one thing… Crawl over to Hunter and take a taste.
“If you keep looking at me like you’re dying of thirst and my dick is the only water you’ve seen in weeks, babe, I’m gonna nut.”
That was hot. Her body quivered at his words. Really hot. A devilish smile spread across her face.
Hunter shook his head as a chuckle escaped him. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” Abbie quirked her brow at him.
“That you were absolutely fucking wild.” Abbie had no time to react. He shot to the bed pushing her backwards. Before she knew it, her shirt was tossed across the room and both of her arms were pinned above her head.
What the hell?
Hunter hovered over Abbie as he drank her in. She was fucking beautiful.
Holy shit, it took every ounce of control he had not to lose it. And the sad thing was, she still had her fucking bra on.
Lord help him when he finally saw her tits. Even right now, they were spilling out of the top nearly giving him a heart attack. He’d always wondered what color her nipples were.
Did they have a light dusting of rose color? Were they pink? Maybe even a dark brown? A growl escaped him.
It didn’t matter, because he was about to find out.
Sure, Abbie was pissed about destroying her other clothes but he didn’t give a damn. There was only one thing standing between him getting his answer.
He grabbed the cups of her bra with both his hands.
“I’ll murder you, Hunter James.” Abbie’s hands shot to his as she sent him a death glare. “You won’t make it out of this room alive.”