by Lacey Silks
“And if I win the bet, you gotta do it.” Emma’s speech was beginning to slur.
“Strip?” I asked, feeling my own buzz take over my brain. My body was warm, veins diluted with courage, and all I was missing was Hunter.
“Yup, strip.”
“Another round,” Lilly called out to the waiter. “Four screaming orgasms. Actually make that five. One’s for you.” She grazed her hand over his bulky tattooed arm. He leaned into her and I overheard him say, “I prefer a blow job.”
“Then get me a creamy pussy and maybe we can share a royal fuck.”
“Lilly!” All three of us shouted.
“What? I’m getting married in two weeks. When am I ever going to flirt again?”
“I think you’ve just redefined flirting,” I said, eyeing the waiter. Yup, he was definitely worthy of a royal fuck.
Emma’s brows rose up and down as I caught her regarding me. She made a checkmark gesture with her hand, as if to say she’d already won our bet.
Deep down in my heart, I knew she was wrong. My gut told me that I could pull this off—after all, I only had half a month to go—but in order to do so I’d need to treat this relationship seriously and not let new eye-candy steal the show. But I wasn’t doing anything. It was just looking and not even touching. I didn’t want to touch anyone else, or for anyone else to touch me. Hunter was the only one. Just thinking about him had me heating up in all the right places. My pulse sped, my tummy tingled, and my panties moistened.
“Lap dance!” Emma waved a hundred, tugging at my hand to get ready.
“What? I’m not the bride to be. Lilly is.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re trying to make me fail already!”
Emma shrugged as she took in the man candy walking toward us. He wore nothing more than a very short, tight towel that uncovered his extensive thigh muscles each time he took a step.
“Is he not wearing anything?” I asked, suddenly feeling wetter between my legs. This guy was beyond hot.
“Why don’t you reach and see, Grace?” Emma laughed, nudging me forward.
And before I could argue against it, the hunk spun me around by my hand and was leading me away to a secluded area. If I had to bet, I’d say Emma had this pre-planned. What exactly did he want us to do there? I thought lap dances were supposed to be just that, a lap dance where my hands rested on the chair while he shook and wiggled his goods. I didn’t expect him to be grinding against me, up and down, slowly making me wish we weren’t this close and on our own. That long pent up demand was bubbling inside me, as it had been more than a week since I’d been with Hunter. I missed him—in fact, I missed everything about him and was seriously considering taking a shot to avoid my monthly periods. Waiting while having him in bed was torture. And today, the first day we could actually be together, I had a girls’ night out I couldn’t miss. As Mr. Towel removed the cloth, swinging his goods in front of my face, I shut my eyes. Thank goodness Hunter wasn’t here to see this.
“You better not touch her, Nick.” Hunter’s voice vibrated through me.
I shot off the plush seat, nearly knocking the dancer off his feet, inadvertently bumping into his full length. Oh boy, and what a length it was. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey, the lady paid for it.” Nick raised his hands.
“I’ll double it if you go away.” Hunter pulled a stack of hundreds out of his pocket and handed it to Nick. “No one comes near, do you understand?”
Nick took the cash, nodded, and disappeared.
“Didn’t you hear me? What are you doing here?” I asked again.
“Working.” Hunter gently tugged at my hand to sit back down.
“You’re a stripper too?” I asked, half confused. That last round of shots was only beginning to work itself into my blood stream.
“No, Grace. I’m filling in for someone at work, uploading and testing the security program.”
“At this hour?”
“Does it matter, Grace? Are you not satisfied? Am I not enough when I eat you out until your muscles burst in my mouth?” He licked his lips. The reminder of his mouth and tongue on me and inside me, and those lecherous words of his, had me squirming in my seat. Were these couches heated?
“Yes, I mean, what does that have to do with anything?”
Hunter opened up his belt buckle. The sound of its metal clip vibrated deliciously through my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Grace? I don’t care whether your period is over or not. I can’t take being without you anymore.”
Hunter lifted my hand and drew it up to his crotch. His thick excitement pulsed under my palm, hardening as I stroked over the fabric. I looked up into his eyes. A speck of light, I wasn’t sure from where, shined in his eyes. Or maybe it was lust. Pure lust. Lowering my gaze I licked my lips, only to find that Hunter pulled me up and crushed his mouth to mine. My arms went limp as I let him hold onto my body. He maneuvered his tongue along my lips before tasting me deeper, with raw hunger I hadn’t yet felt. The sounds of the club became distant, and it was just the two of us. I felt my dress scrunch up as Hunter grasped my bare ass, lightly pulling on my G-string, teasing the fabric along my flesh. I pulled away from his mouth, and my heavy breaths mixed with his were the only sounds I could hear. I lifted my leg up to the plush seat, giving him access.
Thank goodness I was all ready!
By this point I didn’t care if someone walked by our private area. Hell, I wouldn’t have cared if they’d somehow brought us both up on the stage, because I couldn’t have pulled away from Hunter’s grip even if I’d wanted to. Carnal need radiated from each of his movements, his hands grasping my body, the delicious way his tongue swept inside my mouth and the way his hips thrust forward; from his arousal rubbing against my belly, drawing out all those pent up desires I’d hidden for so long. And when his hand slid down to my soaked crevice, I felt dizzy. This man had a way of driving me up to the brink of a climax so fast—I fought every single hormone to make this last. It drained my energy, yet gave me so much more at the same time.
Hunter moved my panties to the side, teasing my opening with his fingers before guiding himself inside me. That first hard thrust forced my eyes to open. The dim light from the club shined from the side as I realized where we were.
“Hunter, we ca—”
“Shh.” He drew his slicked fingers over my lips. I could smell and taste myself on them. “It won’t take long, Grace.”
And he seized my mouth, his hand lowering to between our bodies where his hips kept pushing forward and I circled mine. And when his fingers touched my swollen clit, I knew that he was absolutely right. There was no way this would take long at all. The first wave of release came within seconds as that wonderful swell began bursting with each flick and rub of his finger pads. The push of his cock inside me filled me from wall to wall. He swallowed each whimper that left my mouth, until I felt the need to scream. Yet his mouth closed around my lips, forcing the loud release, which wanted to burst out of my mouth the same way it had from between my legs, to be suppressed. And it seemed all that energy still inside me only made my orgasm that much stronger and wilder. I shook in his arms as Hunter hit my depth several more times before stilling. When he finally pulled out to remove the condom (which I couldn’t remember him putting on), the reality of what we’d just done came down on me like an avalanche.
“Don’t overthink it, Grace. We did nothing wrong.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
“I can see it on your face,” he laughed. “Go back to the girls and have some fun. And should you have any more needs, I’ll see you at home.”
I straightened my clothes before turning to leave. I was sure that my quota for fun had already been filled for the night, but I couldn’t leave the girls on their own.
“Grace?” he called out before I turned the corner. “I missed your pussy. A
lot.”
I blushed, my gaze darting to see whether anyone was within earshot, then smiled back and blew him a kiss, which of course, like the romantic I knew he was, he caught and slapped right onto his lips. I felt so giddy, it was difficult to believe that this man was one of the reasons my life had been flipped upside down over the past few weeks.
The last thing I remembered was going back to see my friends. I was sure they were thinking all sorts of shit by this point. None of them had seen Hunter, and they had thought I left with the stripper. And as much as I’d need to explain myself to Emma the next day (because she simply wouldn’t let it go), I couldn’t really care less about it. I had the biggest grin on my face a woman could have, and if it spelled out “I just got lucky,” then I wouldn’t change it for anyone.
CHAPTER 13
My head hurt. I twisted my body in a comfortable bed. A bed I’d been sleeping in the past week. The crisp sheets were wrapped around me as if I were some sort of crepe. I wondered how long I could pull off partying every Saturday with Emma. Last week it was the bachelorette party, and last night we went out to Kissed, her other sister-in-law’s night club. I desperately needed a weekend off. My hand drew over the pillow beside me, only to find it empty. The pounding behind my eyes was annoying, but not as bad as I’d expected it to be. I didn’t quite remember how I got home or who drove me, but I knew that Hunter had been nearby, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
Opening my eyes, I saw him sitting in a chair, scrolling on his tablet. His eyes momentarily paused over whatever it was that he was reading, and he devoured me with his gaze as I stretched my limbs.
“Good Morning, Magic Fingers.”
“Hi. How late did we get home?”
His mouth lifted as if I’d said something magical as well.
“Just after three. You girls can definitely take more shots than I thought.”
“I want to stay in bed all day,” I said, writhing. This would be much more comfortable if Hunter were beside me.
“Don’t you have plans with Emma?”
When I tried to think, my head felt like it could actually explode. Thank goodness I didn’t come up with some crazy off-the-charts dare to do today. Although I doubted that spinning in a circle while rolling down the hill would ease my pain today.
“I do, but I opted for some fun instead of a challenge.”
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Zorbing.”
Hunter’s brows narrowed, and so I continued.
“Rolling down a hill in a giant inflatable ball.”
“Oh, well, that sounds fun,” he mocked.
“It will be. Do you want to come along?” I asked.
“Thanks, but I’ve got work to do.”
“Scar?”
“Yes, he’s off the radar again, and it seems your family wants to search him out as much as we do.”
I lifted my body higher, sitting against the headboard.
“Have you seen them? You know, my other brothers.”
“I have.”
“Are you going to use the evidence you have against them?”
Hunter shifted in his chair, as if the position he’d been in suddenly became uncomfortable.
“I don’t know yet. Circumstances have changed.” He eyed me cautiously.
I pulled the covers higher, only then noticing that I was completely naked. “Wait, did we?”
“No, Grace. I don’t take advantage of women under the influence.”
I breathed out in relief. “Did you undress me?”
“I did.” His gaze quickly skidded to the neat stack of my wardrobe on a dresser. “But I wish you weren’t so relieved that I didn’t make you come.”
“I’m not. I just wouldn’t want to forget a night with you. And since I didn’t remember much, I assumed I forgot.”
“Believe me... ” Hunter moved the tablet to the side and came to sit by me. “No matter how drunk you could have been, you’d never forget a night with me. I’m pretty sure you’d remember if I were inside you. You may have magic fingers, but I believe I have powers that go beyond magic.” He leaned into me, touching his lips to mine. That’s when I noticed that Hunter’s boxers tented out.
“What kind of powers?” I asked, reaching for him so he’d remain close.
“I bet I could make you come without touching you.”
I shivered with pleasure at the prospect of his offer. Hunter knew so well that I loved to bet and had used it more than once to sway me his way. He pulled the cover off me, revealing my nakedness.
“You’re lying,” I taunted. With his getting closer and my slowly lying back down, my voice was beginning to shake and my need began making my head spin.
“Wanna take me up on it?” I could already feel the vibration of his sweet words against my skin. No, he hadn’t touched me. The touch of his lips was a whisper away, slowly drifting from my knee to my inner thigh. I felt my legs part of their own will, exposing my soaked triangle to him.
“Aha.”
I’d never felt so helpless yet so wanted and complete. There’d never been a moment of anxiety with Hunter above me. It was all lust. Desire in its purest form. I closed my eyes, getting lost to the tickle of his warmth as every inch of his hovering body lowered. It was excruciating and beyond arousing at the same time. How close could he get? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Perhaps daring him not to touch me would cause much more anguish to me than him—actually, now that my body began writhing underneath him, pushing upward and begging to be touched, I was sure I’d made a mistake. I wanted his hands on me and his cock inside me.
And that’s when his fingers slid inside me.
I moaned, circling my hips and pushing them onto him as Hunter whispered, “Oops, I guess I lost.”
This was one of those bets I was happiest to win.
* * *
An hour later I was getting ready to leave with Emma. Hunter watched me prance around his condo in my panties, growling once in a while. This man never had enough, and I couldn’t blame him, because it seemed that I wanted him all the time as well.
“If you keep this up, I’ll make you late.”
“Keep what up?” I looked over my shoulder, swaying my ass, tempting him to act on the need that was making him hard for me.
I pulled on my loose sweatshirt and leggings, saying, “I need to go get more clothes from my apartment. How long are you planning for me to live here?”
“As long as it takes to get ahold of Scar. Once I’m sure he can’t hurt you, we’ll think about your going back to your apartment.”
“Maybe by that time I won’t want to move out.”
“That’s what I was hoping for,” he said holding my gaze. There was no smug grin on his face, nor a glimpse of the coyness he usually had about him. Was Hunter serious? Was I? It had been so comfortable here, I could definitely imagine myself living with Hunter. But I’d only known him for three weeks—it was too soon, wasn’t it?
“There’s something I want to ask you,” I said, sitting on his lap.
He wrapped his arms around me, saying, “Whatever it is, my answer is yes.”
“But you don’t know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Okay, would you please be my date at Lilly’s wedding next weekend?”
He scrunched his nose for a moment, pretending to ponder the question, before he smiled and kissed me, “I thought you’d never ask. Now I need to ask you a question. It’s quite serious, too.”
Feeling him grow underneath me, I had my doubts about the seriousness of it all.
“All right.” I perked up, wiggling my ass over him. There was nothing better than a man growing hard underneath you.
“Today after zorbing, I’d like to take you away for the night. I thought we could use some time alone to relax. Get away from everything.”
That did not sound as dramatic as I thought it would.
“Where would we go?”
His mouth lifted into a curve. “My favorite place in the world. My mother’s house.”
Oh, well. That definitely changed everything.
“She’s going away for the night, so we’ll have the place to ourselves until Sunday night. You’ll love it there.”
“Sounds like your mom lives in a magical home.”
“That’s because she does. So you’ll come?”
How could I say no to that? “I’ll be honored to.” I kissed him and hopped off his lap.
“But first I need more clothes to change into. I’ll be right back.” I ran out of the room and, seeing as my apartment was only one floor higher, I opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Looking at my watch, I saw I had another hour before meeting Emma. Maybe if I hurried we’d still have time for a quickie.
I rushed through my condo grabbing all the necessities I’d need for the next few days. While I could hop back up anytime, minutes spent away from Hunter were ones I’d rather avoid. And now that I knew we were going away, I wanted to be prepared. I packed a bag with extra undergarments, shorts, jeans, and t-shirts before going into my shoes. I made a mental note of doing laundry, as next week would be busy before the wedding. It wasn’t until I was ready to leave that someone cleared his throat. I jumped up like a Tasered lunatic. All the clothes and shoes I still held over my arm flew up to the ceiling before raining down all over the living room.
“What the hell?” I breathed, seeing Scar sitting in a chair. His legs were crossed, and his fingers intertwined. If he was trying not to give away his intention here, he succeeded. His face was completely unreadable and lacking emotion. And I knew that I didn’t have much time before he pounced at me.
I shot toward the door, but a man I didn’t recognize blocked my way. I ducked before he could grab me and headed around the wall for the kitchen. In my peripheral vision, I saw Scar shoot off his seat, but not before I was able to grab my phone off the counter and dial Hunter’s number. I threw the phone across the room, right onto a couch, just as Hunter answered and Scar tackled me to the ground. Luckily I flew from the kitchen onto the carpeted area in the hallway, hitting my head on the duffel bag I left behind, right at the other guy’s feet.