I sighed, letting old skeletons lie, and set my glass on the table.
“Okay? Can I get you something else?” Hunter rubbed at my arm fiercely to help generate heat under the blanket. I was still naked, feeling a little abused by the sand that’d rubbed me and by the man that’d invaded every sensual crevice of my body in the moonlight.
“I’m okay. Just still soaking everything in.” I nibbled on toasted baguette drizzled with oil and tapenade before placing it back on the plate. “I don’t think I can eat.” I did my best at swallowing the concoction then washed it down with a healthy swallow of champagne. The bubbles scorched my lungs and caught fire in my throat, but I was thankful for the warm feeling spreading through my belly, tingling my toes, and allowing reality to slip into a comforting fog.
“Let me make you something else.” Hunter rushed to stand but I pulled him back into me on the couch.
“I just need a minute,” I hummed and curled myself into his sturdy arms.
“Sure, Princess.” He sighed and then pressed a soft kiss to my head. “All the time in the world.” He was stroking my back, then wiggled himself beneath my soft blanket and we were skin to skin, his hot body like a furnace lighting my own.
“Things have been so wrong with Brant for a while now, I just never could have imagined…” I trailed off, finding myself at a loss for words. My mind hadn’t fully formed an opinion yet. All I knew was that I was down in Belize with a man who was in essence on the hunt for my husband. It made my stomach hurt.
“It’s easy to ignore the signs when you love something.” He lulled me with his soothing, rich voice.
I snuggled closer and let my mind wander more. “We met in college. It was quick; we dated for only a year before he convinced me to go to the courthouse with him.” I shuddered thinking I would soon be headed to the very same courthouse to file divorce papers. “It was picture-perfect at first. But then he quit school and took the job at InteliCorp.” My gaze found Hunter's as he watched with rapt attention. “The job, the parties, the cars, the things. So many things. Brant’s always loved things…” I trailed off and picked at the soft edges of the cotton. “I think he thought all the things would keep me happy while he was gone for weeks on end.”
“Why did you stay so long then? If he wasn’t treating you right?” Hunter asked.
I sighed then, my shoulders tensing as my mind flew back to thoughts of our wedding day, before our marriage had fallen. “It’s a terrible reason, I can’t even tell you how long the story is.” I huffed and leaned up to grab my champagne again.
“I’ve got all night.” His grin quirked before he lifted the bottle from its chilled bucket and poured the pale liquid in my glass.
A wry smile tilted my lips. “You sure you know what you’re in for?”
“I know exactly what I’m in for.” His grin stopped my heart for one long pause. “I told you, I want to know all the things the paperwork can’t tell me.” He traced a thumb and finger through a strand of my hair that had blown across my face.
I leaned further back in the chair and settled into the story I’d never told anyone. Not because it was so heinous, but because it was the shattered pieces of my heart laid bare.
“Sometimes I think I married him to get out,” I finally stated, the sentence running on repeat in my mind as shame choked my airways. “Growing up with my mom is difficult to explain to anyone who hasn't lived it. She was abusive in all the non-physical ways.” I thought of his scars then, hidden beneath the tattoos that hinted at a very physical past he never shared. I hoped someday he'd tell me more. “She worked two jobs,” I continued, “and relied on the church to put clothes on my back because she was too drunk to notice I'd grown out of last year's. Brant sent her money all the time after we were together—five hundred here, a few thousand there. He even bought her a car, and still she would call me for more. And if I didn't want to give her more money for whatever lame excuse she had, she would say the nastiest things.” I twisted my hands in my lap, thinking of the rushing criticism she threw with a sharp-barbed tongue. I shook my head. “If she was in a bad mood, she went crazy. You couldn't even talk to her, the screaming and hysterics. It felt like I was more in control than she was a lot of days.” Hot tears spilled over and before I knew it I was sobbing and choking into Hunter’s shoulder. “Isn’t that terrible of me?” I whispered as I wiped my cheeks on the blanket. “Marrying Brant to escape home?”
“It’s not terrible at all. And I know you -- I bet there’s more.” His warm hand cupped my jaw, the pad of his thumb working slow circles at the tense muscles of my neck. “You loved him. You love everyone you meet with something fierce and loyal; it's who you are.”
I cried harder then, feeling the emotional burden of the love I carried, before tucking back into Hunter’s biceps and letting out all the pent up frustration I’d held in for the last two years. “I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me.”
“How could you put the one you love in danger?” Hunter huffed into my hair and I looked up. “Sorry.” His eyes softened when he caught my gaze.
“It’s okay. You’re right. It seemed like Brant was trying to escape from the moment we got married. He worked long hours from the beginning, but he didn’t even care that I was left alone and hurting. My mother tried to console me when he was gone, but her consoling turned into harping when all she ever did was defend him and make me feel like I was being a spoiled brat, an arrogant rich girl, but I didn’t want to be a rich girl. I never wanted any of that shit!” I screamed in frustration before Hunter’s hands latched around my wrists and pulled me to him again.
“Hey, don’t pull away from me. What he did to you was bullshit, Erin. No self-respecting man would ever leave his wife at home if he didn’t have to. And no self-respecting man would ever get involved with JW willingly…” he finished and his fists tightened almost painfully around mine.
“Hunter...” I twisted my hands away. “That hurts.”
“Fuck.” He let go instantly, the faraway look in his eyes suddenly replaced with remorse. He tilted my palms to his lips and placed delicate kisses at the center of each.
“No one good ever got involved with JW. I don’t mean to say that your husband deserves what’s coming to him, but he deserves some retribution.”
“What about you? You’re involved with JW. What am I supposed to think about that?” My emotions were a pendulum swinging from one extreme to the next, but how was I supposed to feel?
“Hey.” His wrists caught mine again, this time with gentle force. “I didn’t ask to be with JW. That power was taken from me when I was a kid and my mom was fucking killed. I had no one. I was a punk teen with no friends and no way to feed myself. I was desperate, Erin. You’ve got to understand that.” Our faces just inches apart, Hunter begged me to believe him. “I've been working every day since then to get out. Keeping him at arm's length, making it clear that my life is my photos, not this. But getting rid of JW isn't easy.” He ran a frustrated palm through his short strands. “I watched the tank ahead of me get hit by a suicide bomber. It was brutal, Erin. Watching those guys get blown apart handing out candy and toys to kids. One of the guys I was closest to told me just the night before how he lost his sister to a random, gang-related drive-by back home. It fucking haunted me. The very next day, he's helping a little civilian kid and then gone.”
“That must have been terrible to see,” I uttered. “It could have been you in that tank.”
“It was, and it could have been. Sometimes I think it should have, coming home to someone who manipulates and brutalizes people... I never forgot that conversation with that soldier the night before. That's why when I came back, I wouldn't have anything to do with JW. So much violence in the world, and JW making it worse right here on my streets, I couldn't be a part of it anymore. Until you.”
“Hunter...what were you a part of before?” I struggled to finally ask one of the questions that had danced in my head. “What did you do?”
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“I never killed anyone, Erin. Never. I bruised a few people when I was young, but I couldn't take the blood. The cold-calculated killer isn't me. Some of those guys--the look in their eyes is chilling. They don't feel.”
My hands stretched to his face and cupped his angled jaw as I held his gaze. “You protect people." I crawled into his lap to wrap him in a hug.
“Look at you getting all sweet,” he teased, but I heard the emotion in his voice.
I stared into his glowing green eyes, emanating with energy that I couldn’t place. My palms tingling and the hairs on the back of my neck rising, I trusted him. With every fiber of my being, with every beat of my pulsing heart, I had faith in him. Hunter wouldn’t lie to me any more than I would him. “I believe you when you say you want out.” Tears threatened at my eyelids again when Hunter’s forehead tilted to mine. I finally meant it. I finally could say I believed him, inside and out.
He bent his head and whispered, “Thank you,” he said the words softly as his fingers laced with mine and we held both of our hands in my lap between us. “It’s us against them.” His words breathed across my lips and sent chills racing down my spine. He was right. I’d sensed it from the first night at JW’s. Hunter and I were in over our heads, fate had twisted our paths like the gnarled knot of a rope, and the only way out was to see it through to the end.
“Can we do this?” I breathed.
“We don’t have a choice.”
seven
I woke early the next morning to fix Hunter the best my mediocre culinary skills could muster. Eggs, local sausage, fresh bread, and orange juice. Hunter came in, his arms stretched above his head and a delicious yawn falling from his lips as the morning sunlight filtered in the soft breeze.
“Morning, gorgeous,” Hunter murmured when his dark irises trailed up my legs, across my waist, and over the sway of my breasts, landing at my throat. “Nice rug burn.” His delicious grin tipped and swept the air from my lungs.
I glanced down only now noticing the fiery red marks on my knees from where he’d fucked me raw in the sand. I sighed, my eyes closed as I remembered the feel of him filling my body, easing the pain away. He had a special kind of magic.
“A gentleman would rub medicine on them.” I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs, only a tank top and pink panties separating me from his hungry gaze.
“Mm, I can help with that.” He stalked me like a panther, curling my insides as I sat on the cold granite. His hands finally reached me, wrapping around my waist as he tucked himself between my thighs.
“You smell fucking amazing.” He inhaled a deep breath at my neck before a hand slid up my torso and cupped at my breast. “I bet you taste even better.” His eyes twinkled with lust as he ducked his head under my tank and was pulling in long, painful sucks at my nipple. I squealed and wrapped my fingers into his tousled hair and held him to me, my neck tossed back and head against the cupboard, and soon his fingers were beneath my panties and working in a fierce rhythm. My thighs shook and clenched around his waist before I exploded on his hand.
“Mm…better than fresh squeezed.” Hunter’s middle and index fingers shoved past my panting lips and forced me to suck my juices off his slick fingers. “That’s it, Princess,” he said before his lips were on mine and his tongue was thrusting into my mouth, tasting me and eating me with abandon. My stomach melted to molten chocolate and pooled in my toes.
With my breath still leaving my lungs in desperate pants, Hunter pulled away, placing one last quick kiss on the bow of my lips, then snagged a smoking sausage from the pan and took a healthy bite. “This is delicious.” His eyebrows wiggled and his grin looked every bit the playful thirteen year-old boy that I knew still lived down deep inside of him.
I burst out into a full laugh, not yet recovered from the morning’s orgasm, before I hopped off the counter and placed a kiss at his jawline. “You are something else, Mr. Ellis.” I darted around him and skipped to the bathroom, intent on a shower to cool down before spending the day on a hot sandy beach with Hunter.
I sat holding a reflector that afternoon while Hunter positioned a couple across the bow of a ruined boat on the shore of the island we were inhabiting for the weekend. He was tying her wrists with the battered mainlines of the rowboat that laid on its side
Hunter had explained that the man was a young politician in Belize City. My nose had scrunched at the tale, and I’d questioned if he’d pandered to the politicians specifically. He’d laughed and said absolutely not, but that politicians were some of the kinkiest people walking the streets, and they had enough money to do something about it.
I shook the thoughts from my head when Hunter bent at the aft and I heard that telltale click. I positioned across from him in the sand, trying to angle the bright morning light across the couple to highlight all their best assets.
“This isn’t right,” Hunter grunted and stood a moment later, scrutinizing the couple with a critical eye.
“Excuse me?” the man with warm cocoa skin bumbled.
“I know you didn’t fly me and my lovely assistant all the way down here to take a photo of that.” He nodded to the half-lifeless pose of the woman on the boat. “You didn’t pay me my ridiculous fee to capture you fumbling around her tits.” Hunter grunted and tossed his camera into my quick hands. “Now fuck her.” Hunter grasped the man’s arm and thrust it between her naked legs. “And mean it.” The man stared at Hunter with wide eyes.
“Whatever you want to capture in these photos, do it now. I’m assuming it’s that, or you wouldn’t have hired me.” Hunter grabbed the camera from me and shot the man a stern gaze.
The politician trailed his hand up the woman’s brown body, her lips falling open as she writhed nude across the weathered wood.
“That’s it,” Hunter growled and my thighs turned to jelly. That voice. Those commands. “There it is,” Hunter purred and made me weak in the knees. Putty in his deft hands. I wanted that sharp tongue running across the concavity of my ribs, the hollow of my navel.
“Erin, hold the reflector like I taught you.” Hunter’s voice startled me from my thoughts.
“Sorry.” I rushed to adjust the reflector to accommodate his newest angle. The man’s fingers were drawing circles across her pelvis, playing in the soft curls of her pubic hair, dipping between to make contact with her glistening pussy.
My eyes darted away as Hunter’s voice hummed words of encouragement and clicked on.
“Erin,” Hunter called again. “Eyes on the lens,” he reprimanded gently, not the first time he’d done it.
“Right,” I huffed and then adjusted the angle again, but my eyes constantly shot to the erotic couple, her soft moans a distraction.
“Fuck her harder,” Hunter ordered as the clicking continued and the man sped up his finger assault on the woman. Her body shifted and her moans grew to soft melodic grunts before a slow wave of a groan fell from her lips.
“Jesus,” I murmured, my eyes riveted on the lust that filled her eyes before tears fell down her cheeks.
“Are you ok―” I dropped the reflector to rush to her, thinking she was in pain somehow.
“Erin--” Hunter stopped me with a heavy arm on my elbow. “Back off.” He crouched closer and zoomed on her face, catching the trail of tears slicing down her pink cheeks.
“Let it all out, that’s it, baby,” Hunter sang and nodded to her lover. The man withdrew his fingers from her body and stretched across her slumped form, placing a hand around her neck in that same dominant way that Hunter did me, kissing her reverently.
“That’s why they’re here. She hasn’t had an orgasm in a year. She needs an audience to reach…” Hunter’s eyes shot me a sideways glance and suddenly it all clicked into place.
“They’re engaged, but she was afraid to marry him if they couldn't satisfy each other.” Hunter clasped my elbow and we stepped away to give them a moment of intimacy that they had been waiting so long for.
“It’s beautif
ul,” I murmured as I watched, feeling every part the voyeur we were.
“The tears were fantastic.” Hunter was beeping through the images on his camera. “Next shot?” He looked up at me then, his grin dancing and wide, happiness coursing through every feature. I knew because it reflected my own.
“Ready when you are, boss.” I grinned and hooked my pinky with his and gave a quick squeeze.
“Good.” His grin softened as his eyes landed on mine. “Love that.” He placed his own slow, reverent kiss on my lips before pulling away. “Now go untie her,” he instructed and dropped my pinky, his bare feet squeaking in the soft sand as he went to scout the next location.
eight
As fiery orange hues striped the sky with pinks and gold, Hunter took my hand in his, and we walked barefoot down the shore.
“I’ve heard about this cove somewhere on the island…” Hunter trailed off as sand brushed through our toes. After we’d finally finished the shoot, Hunter and I made dinner together, then he’d insisted on a moonlit walk, promising something incredible.
I pulled the scarf I wore tossed over my shoulders more tightly before I replied. “Another friend tell you about a hidden spot?” I teased with a soft smile.
“Looked this one up on Trip Advisor,” Hunter replied and I laughed when he shot me a silly wink. In the next moment, we were shimmying around a cold rock face, and when we turned the corner, the view opened up to a small inlet edged with soaring rock cliffs accented in the silver moonlight.
“Wow.”
“Close your mouth, Princess, they have bugs down here.” Hunter’s thumb pressed my lips back together and then landed a kiss squarely there.
“What is that?” My eyes were riveted, taking in the softly lapping shoreline, lit in a vibrant shade of neon blue.
“Bioluminescent lagoon. Certain organisms reflect light when they're agitated. I’ve always wanted to see it.” Hunter dropped my hand, walking down the sand until his toes reached the neon water and lapped around them, highlighting his skin in the pale light.
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