Stolen Hearts (The Stolen Series Book 3)

by Renee Harless

  “What is it you want?”

  “Thought that was obvious, sweetheart,” Hunter points out at the same time his fingers trail up my exposed thigh, my denim shorts, and under my T-shirt to rest on my bare skin.

  My mouth goes dry and my pulse races at his touch. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being in a man’s arms, under his will.

  “I want to fuck you, Taylor. Hard and fast. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks. That girl tonight tried, boy did she try, but all I could think about was this hot little pixie I have waiting for me at home.”

  “Why haven’t you touched me until now?” I whisper, my own heartbeat silencing all of the sounds in the room.

  “Because you weren’t ready. I needed you to beg me for it.”

  Smirking I reply, “Pretty sure I haven’t started begging yet.”

  “Oh, but you will,” he claims as his hand moves upward toward my breast, cupping the flesh in his rough palm. “You’re going to beg me for everything.”

  In one swift move, Hunter yanks my arms above my head and pulls my T-shirt up just past my head, leaving the collar covering my eyes. I’m pinned in place and usually I would feel incredibly vulnerable, but not with Hunter. Something about him leaves me feeling needy and wanton.

  “Hunter,” I moan when I feel him slide away from my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

  He tugs off the fluffy socks I’ve been wearing, gently massaging the arches producing a different kind of moan from my chest. Hunter repeats the move with the other foot and then follows a path up to my calf, kneading the muscle in his hold.

  “I love your legs,” he tells me. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you.”

  “I thought you wanted hard and fast,” I point out as my body rocks back and forth in need.

  “I do, but I’m taking my time with you first.”

  “Hunter,” I moan wanting attention to a different area than the back of my legs.

  Ignoring my plea completely, Hunter continues on his masseuse journey. “It was at the rehearsal dinner for Elle and Jackson. You were wearing this blue wrap dress and I thought you were the fucking sexiest thing I had seen all night. All I was thinking about was what it would feel like to have those incredible legs wrapped around my waist.”

  I remember that night, the way I had felt his stare on me for hours, but I was working and I couldn’t appear unprofessional. I never date clients or anyone in their family. It was one of my strict rules.

  Of course, now it seems that my rules were made to be broken. . .again.

  “Your hair was shorter then. I remember thinking you looked like a fairy, flitting around the room without a care.”

  Finally, he stops his massage and presses his lips to the skin of my thigh, moving closer and closer to the place where I ache for him. But I should have known that Hunter would keep me anticipating his next move. That bastard skips over my center entirely.

  For a second, I fear that he’s going to leave me hanging, but to my relief, he tugs down the cups of my bra. His tongue swirls around my nipple before he seals his lips around the dusty-rose bud and my body jerks in response.

  “God, you taste just as good as I remember. Keep those hands up there, baby.”

  He turns his attention to the other breast, making sure to pay equal attention to the flesh. On its own accord, my hips rock up and down as I try to soothe the ache between my legs by rubbing against his hard thigh.

  “Kiss me, Hunter,” I plead.

  My nipple pops free from his mouth as he answers. “I am.”

  “Hunter,” I beg again, swaying my hips quicker.

  He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, silencing my request. Our tongues dual in a fiery battle for domination. He tastes like a combination of mint and whiskey, bringing me back to our first night together. Our only night together. How much I’ve wanted this moment with him again, a moment where we aren’t acting on some crazy wedding-fueled need for passion.

  My mind is flooding with memories of that night as I squeeze my eyes shut behind the soft cotton of my shirt.

  “I want to touch you, Hunter.”

  “Next time, sweetheart. If I let you touch me now, then this will be over far sooner than either of us wants. Just keep your hands up there. You look fucking sexy as hell like this. I could do whatever I want to you right now, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?

  “I bet you’d let me lick and kiss every inch of your delicious body until I’ve had my fill. Like my own private buffet.”

  My only response is a combination of a purr and a groan when his hand finally settles between the junction of my legs. My sex calls out to him, begs him to take what he wants. Hunter strips away my shorts and panties, the cool air from the ceiling fan burning against my ignited flesh.

  The touch is soft at first, barely a whisper against my skin, then it grows firmer, surer of its destination. Hunter slips a finger deep inside my channel, provoking my cravings with his stroke. Instead of settling, it only fuels the fire burning in my belly.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks against the skin of my stomach, his tongue swirling around my navel.

  “More,” I moan, my back arching as his kisses move farther down my hips, closer to the spot where I yearn for him.

  Finally, his mouth settles on the spot right above his finger, the bundle of nerves beseeching for his tongue. He answers the call. Licking and brushing against my clit in rapid movements his fingers match stoke for stroke bringing me closer to the brink.

  Instinctively my hands grip the sheets bunched at the edge of the bed as I struggle against Hunter’s hold. The orgasm comes on fast, quicker than I’ve ever experienced, and I find myself calling out Hunter’s name as my entire body curves away from the bed.

  “Fuck, that was gorgeous,” Hunter whispers as he moves back up my naked body and removes the shirt trapping my arms. “There you are,” he smirks and I can’t help but smile in return, even in my post-orgasm filled haze.

  “You’re still dressed,” I point out.

  “So I am.”

  “Get naked,” I demand as I launch my hand into his hair and bring his mouth to mine. The mix of my own flavor with his unique taste is its own aphrodisiac.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  With a flourish he strips off his shirt, tossing it into the pile with my shorts and panties, and his pants follow.

  “Let me,” I say, sitting up and resting my hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs. Like unwrapping a Christmas present, I slowly peel away the layer of fabric to reveal the artwork beneath.

  And what a masterpiece it is. Hard, thick, and long. It’s the perfection of a penis if I’ve ever seen one. My mouth waters just seeing it at eye level. Without pause, I lean forward and slide my tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.

  “Fuuuuck,” Hunter groans, the response only spurring me on.

  His dick is too much to envelop in my mouth, but I wrap my lips as far around the head of his cock as I can go, shielding my teeth from his sensitive skin. My saliva drops down the edges and I use my hand to slide the moisture up and down his shaft, loving how it hardens beneath my touch.

  Hunter’s strong hand reaches into my hair and pulls it into his fist, controlling my momentum.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.” I peek up from beneath my lashes and find him with his head tossed back and his eyes closed in pleasure. Just watching him come undone under my control has my inner walls clenching.

  I reach down between my legs and slowly rub across my slit, my shaking fingers barely able to keep a steady pace.

  So lost in my thoughts and desire to make him lose himself; I don’t notice when he releases my hair and reaches under my arms, lifting me away from his cock and tossing me onto the bed.

  “Stomach,” he demands and I willingly comply, dragging my excited body across the sheets and extending my hips in the air.

  His hand lands firmly on my ass and I yelp in pa
in and pleasure, a combination I feel ripple through my body.

  “God damn, you look fucking gorgeous like this,” Hunter says from behind me, his fingers slipping across my slick center, spreading my juices around my sizzling skin.

  Pushing back against his palm, I rock my hips, searching for anything to feed my hunger. I’m in such a delusional state that I barely hear the tell-tale signs of plastic foil being torn open as Hunter covers his erection in a thin piece of latex.

  His hand is replaced by a throbbing rod as he glides his cock across my folds, drenching himself in my liquid heat.

  “Please,” I cry out. “Stop teasing me.”

  “Teasing? You want more, sweetheart? This not enough for you?” he provokes, slipping just the tip of his dick inside my sex before pulling it back out. My body shakes beneath his hold. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Hunter. Stop teasing and fuck me.”

  The beast behind me growls, his appetite unleashing the tightly wound animal inside. Hunter slams his hips against my ass, plunging his cock so deep inside my body that I’m going to feel him there for the next few days.

  “Yes!” I cry out when he glides past a sensitive spot that only he has been able to find. My other lovers have never been able to reach that elusive zone, but not Hunter. When he sets his mind to something, he definitely overachieves. “Right there.”

  “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Your pussy is so God damn tight and wet.”

  Wrapping his arm around my waist, Hunter resists from thrusting inside me. Instead, he moves us across the bed and flips us over so that I’m perched on top of him. With his arm still holding me in place, Hunter propels his hips upward guiding his cock inside me again. He keeps my body still as he pounds into me repeatedly.

  “I’m going to come,” I cry out, my hands moving toward my breasts on their own accord.

  My body begins to move on its own, seeking relief for the ache in my core. Hunter’s movements cease as he sits up and allows me to take control. His lips seal around my nipple again as I finally push myself past the brink.

  As I quake around him in ripples and waves, Hunter drives himself in and out of my sex. I barely hear his groan as he finds his own release over the sound of my pulse ringing through my ears.

  I’m lost in my own world with my eyes tightly closed and my lips parted, my body lost in the aftermath of bliss. Awareness sizzles around me and that’s when I feel it, the subtle yet powerful press of Hunter’s lips against mine. The motion is small, just a peck against the corner of my mouth, but the emotion behind it is unmistakable.

  “We could have been doing that for the last few weeks,” he whispers between kisses with his cock still lodged inside me.

  “Hm. . .I’m up for round two if you are,” I prod as I rock my hips, loving how I can feel his erection grow inside me.

  “I’m up for that, but we need to talk in the morning.”

  “Yes,” I reply as I kiss him. “But first, sex.”

  Hunter doesn’t respond with words. He complies by flipping me onto my back, replacing the condom, and then repeating our moves from before.

  I come three more times before Hunter allows himself to let go. I’ve never had sex fulfill me as much as it has this night. And knowing that scares me. Sex for me has always been casual, but sex with Hunter is something more, something I can’t explain.

  And as I settle into his arms, the wall of pillows usually in the center of the bed now long forgotten, I decide that I’m not sure I even want an explanation.

  For the first time in my life I feel wanted, and I plan on making that last as long as possible.

  Even if it is just out of convenience

  Chapter Nine – Hunter

  HIRING TAYLOR AS OUT bookkeeper was probably one of the smartest things I’ve done. In the weeks since she came on board, Taylor has single-handedly reworked our entire system for managing the employees, equipment, and invoices. I thought I had been impressed watching her create an event from scratch, creating a new world of her client’s design, but I had been wrong. Taylor was definitely in the wrong line of work previously.

  When tackling this new endeavor, Taylor didn’t just swim, she thrived.

  It took a while for Jackson and Cooper to warm up to the idea. They were already hesitant to spend our profits on another employee that didn’t directly contribute to increasing those profits. But when I showed them the progress Taylor had made during her first week and how her new tools were going to help keep down supply expenses, the two were on board and ready to move forward.

  “How are things looking, Taylor?”

  The small woman bounces in her office chair as if woken up from a secret nap. And maybe she was, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve caught her catching a catnap at her desk, especially if Tabitha is asleep in the small bedroom we’ve set up for her at the warehouse office. Of course, it’s mostly my fault that she’s so tired. Since she finally let herself succumb to our attraction I’ve spent every night buried between her legs.

  No hardship on my part, but I can see that the lack of sleep is catching up to her.

  “Um. . .good. . .great. Just finishing up this report,” she claims as she clicks away aimlessly on her keyboard.

  “Really? Pretty sure I saw a riveting game of solitaire waiting to continue.”

  Blush floods her cheeks and I fight to hide my smirk behind my hand.

  “Hunter, I’m so sorry, I just-”

  Chuckling, I hold up my hand to stop her rambling. “You’re fine, Taylor. I have to make a run to the store, did you want to come with me?”

  She glances over her shoulder toward the small bedroom with the lights turned off, Tabitha must be asleep.

  “I should probably stay until she wakes up.”

  “You and she both need some shut-eye. How about when I get back I can take you home to rest?”

  She cocks one of her perfectly arched brows at me as a taunt, or maybe as a question. But I understand her meaning.

  “I promise that I’ll stay away. At least for tonight.” Her mouth pinches together as if she’s tasted something sour. “Fine, a few nights. But that’s the max. You know I can’t stay away from you that long.”

  Silence hangs in the air as she contemplates my offer. Finally, she smiles. “Okay, yes. I could do with a little rest.”

  “And don’t worry, little Tabby and I will stay entertained.”

  Giggling as she turns back to the computer, she adds, “I don’t doubt that you will.”

  Tabitha has taken some time to open up to us, particularly to me. I’m not sure if it was a dislike of men or a lack of being around them, but after a few nights of keeping her calm during her fitful nights, she finally has come around. That little girl has me wrapped around her finger, just like her aunt.

  “Oh, I forgot to mention, Mr. Sedgwick called today.”

  My ears perk up at the mention of the social worker. Besides his one random visit, we haven’t seen or heard from him.

  “What did he have to say?”

  “They think they’ve tracked down the lawyer used for my sister’s Will – someone in Delaware. I’m not even sure what Vivian was doing there.”

  “Well, where did your parents live?”

  “California.”

  “Maybe she wanted to get as far away from them as you did.”

  “Maybe.”

  Kissing the top of her head, I leave her contemplating that thought as I head to the store to fill up on some supplies. Usually, I would order these items from our wholesaler, but it’s just a few things we need this go round. All thanks to Taylor’s new inventory system, we’re not spending nearly as much money every month on non-essentials.

  I peruse the aisles of the large store looking for some zip ties and bungee cords. Finding what I need, I head toward the checkout lines and stand behind a group of people. Once I reach the front a familiar hand reaches out to scan an item and I pause. The birthmark shaped like a star on
her pinky finger is a dead giveaway. Her body stills as she takes the zip ties from me and then begins to shake.

  I haven’t seen Kelli since high school. She left during our senior year, but not after we had a fight of the century during our Homecoming dance.

  “I didn’t know you were back in town,” I accuse.

  “Yeah, I um. . .moved back a few weeks ago.” She quietly tucks a piece of her long blonde hair behind her ear and that’s when I notice the small tattoo on her wrist, the one with my initials inked in calligraphy within an infinity symbol. “Dive in Landscaping?” she asks as she continues to ring up my items.

  “What?” I ask in confusion then she points toward my shirt. “Oh, yes. That’s my company.”

  “Wow. You always were good at that sort of thing. I remember that time when-” she begins, probably hinting at the night I had taken her to a secret garden of sorts that I had put together on my great-grandmother’s property. It’s the place I had told her that I loved her.

  “Miss,” someone hisses from behind me, obviously impatiently waiting to be rung out.

  Kelli apologizes and then gives me my total amount. I hand her my business credit card to complete the purchase.

  “Maybe we can get together sometime,” Kelli asks as I grab the plastic bags filled with my items, noting how her eyes linger on my bare ring finger.

  “Maybe.”

  The whole situation feels strange as I walk back to my truck. I’ve thought over the things I would say to Kelli if I ever saw her again, but I never considered that I would be caught off guard like I just was.

  She looks good, better than I remember. Tall, lean, flowing blonde hair, she was always the most sought after girl in our school, but unlike the other girls that ran in her crowd, Kelli had a heart of gold. That part of her is what drew me in, it was never about her looks, though for a teenage boy, it definitely helped.

  I remember how we fought over the littlest things, both of us being too hard-headed and stubborn to try to let an argument end. We were passionate about each other and with each other. In hindsight, that was probably our demise.