Hunter: A Snow White and the Huntsman Variation (Stud Ranch Standalone Romances Book 1)

by Stasia Black

“Damn it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, her blue eyes were bright with want and her pelvis arched toward him like it was an involuntary movement. “I’m clean as far as I know. But my ex was screwing around so I can’t be a hundred percent—”

  Fuck it. “Good enough for me.”

  He jerked his hips forward, jamming his cock to the hilt inside her with one quick thrust.

  Oh Jesus, yes. Fuck. So tight. Tighter than he remembered. And she was fucking clenching around him. So good. So fuckin’ good.

  Her arms wound around him and she clutched his shoulders, digging her fingernails in. Meanwhile she made these little high-pitched whimpers like his cock inside her was the best thing she’d ever felt in the whole damn world.

  He grabbed her underneath her thighs, pulled his hips back and then thrust in again, driving her up and against the brick wall.

  Her other leg came up and locked behind his back. She squeezed around his dick and he about passed out. He jerked his hips back and then he shoved back in.

  Then she let out the hottest fucking moan, arching her breasts toward him. But apparently that wasn’t enough because she pulled one arm from around his neck and started tugging at her own nipple.

  Fucking hell. His cock lurched inside her. As if this weren’t already the hottest fuck of his whole life. She twisted and teased her nipple until the outline was clear through the thin material of her dress. First one and then the other.

  He wanted to bite them. Fuck that. He needed his goddamned mouth on them. He jerked the neckline down so he could get at her lace covered breast. Fuck. Did she wear that sexy as shit red lace bra just to torment him?

  But no. She hadn’t known she’d see him tonight. So who had she worn the goddamned bra for? One of those other dumb bastards inside? He’d kill them.

  He jerked the lace down and bit the soft flesh of her large breast.

  She yelped and yanked at his hair. But she wasn’t pulling him away—the opposite in fact. No, she was pulling him harder in to her chest. Smothering him against her gorgeous tits. Fucking hell.

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth at the same time he rocked his hips back and then shoved back in deep.

  Her surprised gasp was fucking indecent. The parking lot was just around the corner of the building. If anyone heard her, they’d know exactly what was going on here.

  The thought made Hunter even harder. Which surprised him. He didn’t know he had any exhibitionist tendencies. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just Isobel. Hearing those sexy as fuck noises coming out of her throat and knowing he was eliciting them? Fucking hot as sin.

  Still, it was a small town. Reputation was important here. He didn’t want to be the bastard who ruined anyone, so he held one of his hands over her mouth.

  Her eyes widened and she clenched around his cock. Shit. Was she not okay with that? He wasn’t trying to—

  He started to remove his hand but she shook her head, grabbing his wrist to keep it in place.

  Did she find the idea of being gagged sexy? That was so fucking hot. His hand flexed on her mouth. His balls slapped loudly against her, he was fucking her so hard and fast. And then all thought flew out the window apart from the basics.

  Jesus fuck.

  Felt so good.

  His cock so deep inside her.

  Fucking her so deep.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Deep.

  No, not deep enough. He bottomed out, his balls against her ass but he just kept shoving further and further inside her. She rolled her hips all around restlessly, wiggling like she needed to feel every inch of his cock.

  And the way she fucking clenched on him. Clenched. Released. Then clenched. Holy fucking—

  Suddenly she pulled away from the hand he had over her mouth. He started to withdraw but she shook her head and sucked his forefinger into her mouth.

  She sucked it so hard. She bobbed up and down on his finger just like she would his cock.

  Fuck.

  Just when he thought she couldn’t get fucking hotter, she went and did something like that.

  Turned out he didn’t know the half of it.

  Because a second later, she let go of his finger with a pop of her lips. Then she leaned over and whispered, a lusty desperation in her voice, “Stick your finger in my ass. Please Hunter. Stick it in my ass.”

  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

  Going to blow. Fuck. Her ass. His finger in her ass. His cock in her ass. He’d fuck her there next. Grab her ass cheeks and bend her over, then plow her like—

  No. Christ. Hold it back. Hold it back.

  There were an average of three hundred and nineteen bones in a dog’s body. The epiphyseal plates were the soft areas of a puppy’s bones that—

  Fuck, it was no use.

  His cock jerked and got harder than it ever had in his fucking life. Then he mashed Isobel against the wall and kissed her until she was gasping for breath. But all he could think about was her puckered, forbidden little asshole.

  With one arm underneath her thigh, he supported her weight against the wall. And then with his other, he reached underneath. He teased along the bottom of her slit where his cock was buried.

  She squeezed around him. Anticipating.

  Fuck she wanted it bad.

  “Tell me again,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

  She made a restless whining noise. “Stick your finger in my ass. I want you everywhere.”

  He teased his forefinger around her back hole. His spine tingled and he had to stop fucking her so he didn’t blow early. He wanted to fucking savor this.

  She trembled as he teased the tip of his finger around her asshole.

  “This?” he hissed in her ear. “This is what you want?”

  “Yes.” She shuddered and started wriggling on his cock again.

  He continued teasing around the rim. Fuck. If he’d thought she was hot before… He leaned his chest back, his pelvis still pinning her to the wall. But he wanted to see her face while his finger teased her ass.

  “Beg me.”

  Her eyes flashed with momentary rebellion. But then she bit her lip and looked skyward. She settled her gaze back on his. She didn’t look away but kept her eyes leveled on him. She grabbed both of her breasts, plucking at her nipples. She arched and looked at him through a half-lidded gaze. “I want to come with your finger fucking my asshole and your cock in my cunt. I need it now. Give it to me, Hunter. Fucking please.”

  Well fuck. Again he was about to bust a nut. He gritted his teeth to hold it back as he slowly inched his forefinger up her ass. She squeezed around him like a fucking vise, both his finger and his cock. He should really have some lube for this but Isobel’s little whimpering noises told him she was just fine with everything he was doing.

  He dragged his finger back out and pushed it in, back and forth a few times. It was only when he pressed a second finger in with the first that Isobel’s eyes popped open and he really started fucking her again.

  “Look at me, Isobel,” he demanded. “Your climax belongs to me.”

  She obeyed and he saw the myriad of emotions playing out across her face. Just like the first time they’d made lo—he shook his head, had sex—he felt like he was seeing straight into her, like in these moments she was incapable of hiding a single thing she was feeling from him.

  He saw her discomfort when he added a third finger and he saw the moment she decided to accept and roll with it. He saw how she abandoned herself to pleasure and how her little gasps grew shorter and shorter as she approached climax.

  And he was right there with her when her eyes widened in surprise as it hit. Her hands fisted in his shirt and she clenched everything. Her ass. Her cunt. Her fingers.

  She was fucking milking him.

  He reared back and then slammed inside her. Once. Twice. He bared his teeth. Every muscle tensed as his cum shot out of his cock, landing deep inside her.

  Fucking marking her.

&
nbsp; As his.

  Fucking his.

  His.

  It was all he could think, over and over as they both gasped for breath in the aftermath.

  “Izzy? You out here?”

  Shit. Now one of those fuckers decided to check up on her? Isobel’s eyes went wide and she started pushing at Hunter’s shoulders. He still had her impaled against the wall.

  He pulled out and set her as gently as he could back on her feet. When he tried to help smooth her dress down, she slapped his hands away.

  He recoiled. What the hell?

  “Izzy?” the male voice called again. “It’s Reece.”

  “I’m fine, Reece.” Isobel responded, kicking her underwear under the dumpster and running her fingers through her mussed hair. “Just give me a second.”

  Apparently Reece had no seconds to give because he rounded the dumpster right in time to see Hunter zipping up his fly and reaching for his buckle.

  Reece’s eyes went wide with surprise and he jerked his head toward Isobel. Her face went immediately red. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had us worried.”

  She bit her lip. “I’m fine. I just needed some air.”

  “Did this asshole hurt you?” His eyes shot back to Hunter.

  “Hey,” Hunter took a step forward but Isobel cut him off.

  “I said I’m fine.” She strode toward Reece without a backward glance at Hunter. “Are you guys ready to go?”

  What the actual fuck? Hunter’s jaw tensed.

  “Isobel.” It was a command to stop as much as a demand for her attention. Her back stiffened but she didn’t turn around.

  “Let’s go, Reece.”

  “Isobel.” Hunter took another step toward her but Reece stepped in his way.

  “You’re gonna want to back up, pal.”

  Hunter clenched his jaw and he all but growled at the other man. He could do nothing but stand and watch as behind Reece, Isobel hurried to the back door of the bar, opened it, and disappeared inside.

  “Fuck,” Hunter shouted, turning and slamming an open palm on the brick wall.

  “You better not have hurt her. If you hurt so much as a hair on her head, I swear we’ll make you regret the day you were born.”

  Hunter swung back around toward the other man. He’d had dinner with Xavier’s men a few times out at the ranch. All he remembered about Reece was that he’d seemed like a good-natured guy. He gave zero fucks about the fact now. He wasn’t going to put up with anyone insinuating that he was the kind of guy to hurt women.

  The fact that Isobel had left him just as coldly as Janine did after sex might have him feeling dangerous but it was nothing he’d ever take out on a woman.

  Reece, however. He was fair fucking game.

  “You’re going to want to walk away now.” Hunter’s voice was low. “Without another word.”

  Reece kept glaring back. “Isobel’s the sister Jeremiah and I never had. And nothing in the world’s more important to us than family. You keep that in mind.”

  With that he turned and headed back inside the bar.

  As soon as the door slammed behind him, Hunter yanked his phone out of his pocket. A few taps later, he had the phone against his ear.

  He felt punched in the guts all over again when he heard her voice. “This is Janine. I’m not around right now…”

  Chapter 13

  ISOBEL

  Isobel called in sick to work the next day.

  Cowardly? Yes. But could she face Hunter after what happened last night? That would be a big fat no.

  Besides, it was a Saturday and ‘work’ only meant being on call for emergencies so it wasn’t like there were normal clinic hours she was shirking. She just couldn’t handle being closed up in that truck cab with Hunter for hours on end today. Tomorrow was her day off and by Monday she’d have her shit together enough to deal with him again.

  God, why had she given in to Hunter last night when he’d kissed her? She still didn’t understand what the hell she’d been doing.

  She hated him.

  He was a jerk.

  But the sex was so hot.

  She’d heard about hate sex but had certainly never experienced it before. And there was no changing it now. So, yes, they’d had amazing, earth-shattering sex. The kind of sex that changed your entire view on life. Just like that first night.

  But so what? And so what if she’d been completely shameless and slutty beyond all imagination while they were at it. Her face fired red when she thought about some of the things she’d asked him to do.

  She’d never in her life asked a partner to do those things to her before. Sure, she’d fantasized about them plenty when she got herself off but actually voicing them out loud…

  And yet somehow with Hunter, the last person on earth she should trust with her deepest, darkest desires, everything had just popped right out of her mouth.

  She shoved her face in her pillow and squeezed her legs together.

  She’d read that some people were genetically predisposed to addictive behaviors. Maybe she was just exchanging one obsession for another. Instead of a food addict, she’d become a nymphomaniac. Which meant Catrina was right and her DNA was predetermined to screw her over whether it came to food or sex…

  God, she certainly wasn’t thinking about food. No, ever since she’d gotten home last night all she could do was replay every moment of the sweaty, dirty fuck up against the back of the bar. She’d masturbated herself to sleep last night.

  Then this morning, she woke up just as horny. Still, touching herself was nothing to the fullness of Hunter’s thick cock filling her up. She squeezed her legs together.

  She’d go nuts if she laid here in bed obsessing about this all day. She hauled herself to a sitting position and then swung her legs over the side of the bed.

  She got dressed and combed her hair back into a ponytail. She’d showered when she got home to get rid of Hunter’s scent last night.

  Like always, she lingered in front of the mirror no longer than was absolutely necessary after brushing her teeth and making sure her ponytail was straight. She turned and went downstairs.

  “Sleeping Beauty awakes,” Reece said from the den when she made it to the bottom of the stairs.

  “Wrong fairytale, dumbass,” Liam said. “She’s obviously Snow White. Look at her coloring. Pale, creamy skin. Rose-bud lips. Long black hair.”

  “Does that make us the seven dwarves?” Reece asked.

  “So good to know they teach math skills to the kids these days,” Mack said. “By my last count, there’s only five of us.”

  Jeremiah gave him a sarcastic smile. “But you’re such a clear ringer for Happy.”

  Mack flipped him off, then stuffed his scrambled eggs into his mouth. “Let’s go, little girls. You can gossip and braid each other’s hair another time. Those stalls aren’t going to muck themselves.”

  The twins and Liam gave him the one-fingered salute in return. Nicholas just kept eating his breakfast, eyes quietly observing everything like always. Isobel gave him a pat on the back. “Morning Nick.”

  “Hey Iz. You off on calls with your Dr. Hunter this morning?”

  She looked down at him sharply. “He’s not my Dr. Hunter.”

  Nicholas didn’t say anything. His eyebrows just went up slightly before he went back to eating.

  Crap. She was being a freak. She tried to modulate her voice and sound normal when she said, “Nope, I’m hanging around here. Thought I might go spend some time with Bright Beauty and take one of the others out for a ride.”

  She and Beauty had gotten close over the past couple weeks. When Isobel wanted to get away from the noise of the house and the guys’ boisterous heckling of each other, she’d steal away to the barn and spend an hour or two grooming and chatting with Beauty. She was a gentle-natured horse and the strict regimen of rest and massage seemed to be easing her pain as her ligaments healed. She’d never be able to compete again, but there was no reason she could
n’t have a long, healthy life.

  Spending time with the horses made her feel calm and collected, just like it always had. Animals were so much simpler than people. You looked in their eyes and you didn’t have to wonder what they were thinking.

  Look at me, Isobel. Your climax belongs to me.

  She gulped as she put a bagel in the toaster and lifted the lid on the tray of scrambled eggs. She scooped a small spoonful onto her plate.

  Yes, she far preferred animals to people.

  “So, you and the redhead at the bar seemed to be hitting it off last night,” Liam said. Isobel looked up just in time to see Jeremiah’s face going red.

  “I mentioned I was studying history and she said she really loved Game of Thrones. So we got to talking.”

  Liam burst out laughing. “She does realize that’s not actual history, right?”

  The back of Jeremiah’s neck went a little pink as he picked up his toast. “George R. R. Martin said he based it on the War of the Roses. That’s real history. We talked about that a little.”

  Liam winced. “Oh God, tell me you did not bore the hot chick with a history lesson. She was just trying to get in your pants, mate.”

  Jeremiah leveled him with a stare. “That’s not all there is to a woman.”

  Liam waved his fork in a maybe so, maybe not gesture. “That woman, it’s debatable. The shirt she was wearing barely deserves the title. It was more like an extravagant bikini. And she was all but climbing your leg like a dog in heat while you were boring her with obscure English history.”

  Isobel’s bagel popped. She took it and scraped a thin layer of cream cheese over it, then sat down at the table between Nicholas and Jeremiah. Reece and Liam were across the table from them.

  Jeremiah was all out glaring now. “She gave me her number.”

  Liam laughed. “Of course she did.” Liam leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “The women in this town are all hard up and we’re fresh dick.” Then he winced and looked Isobel’s way. “No offense.”

  She laughed and held her hands up. “None taken. Please, do continue with this fascinating argument. I feel it’s my duty to all womankind to hear you out.”

  “Well, take a woman like your redhead. There are only so many options in a town this size. She starts out fucking high school boys. She’s what, twenty-two? Twenty-three? If she went to college, she might have gotten a taste for some good sex. Still, for whatever reason, she ended up back here. Or maybe she never went to college and has been here the whole time. Either way, all that sad high school dick is starting to get mighty old by now.”