by Black, Lena
“Tell me you’re mine,” he groans.
“I’m yours,” I moan out.
“Always,” he says in a husky voice, stressed from exertion.
“Yes, Hunt…Always!” I cry as we seize up and cum viciously together, quaking and writhing.
“Gabrielle,” he hisses out between his clenched teeth as he releases himself deep inside my womb, fulfilling a desperate ache only extinguished by him.
He collapses on top of me, his hard chest pressing into my glistening back, nuzzling his face against mine. He places his lips on my temple and trails them down to my neck, continuing along my spine and removing himself from me. I groan as he moves over the curve of my lower back and then my rear, giving each cheek a single peck.
He slides my panties up my legs, grazing his fingers along the hypersensitive flesh, and shifts them back into place. He runs his hand over my rear, crouching and admiring it attentively while I watch him still laid out over the hood.
“I don’t know what you do to me, Gabrielle, but I find it impossible to resist you,” he breathlessly confesses and rises, scooping his arms about my torso, pulling me close.
“I don’t want you to resist me,” I purr, grinding my rear into his still very rock-hard cock.
He slides his hand up my neck and gasps just enough to let me know he’s there, pushing my head back with strong fingers under my chin. He nips at my earlobe and whispers in the most seductive voice, “I never want to.”
We make it to the Montgomery’s vineyard a little after midnight. Everyone has retired for the evening, as Hunt sent a text informing them not to wait up. As we walk through the door, a beautiful Golden Retriever comes prancing up to greet us.
“Hey, Duke,” Hunt greets him back, tossing our bags on the floor and giving him a good rubbing. “Elle, this is Duke, my dad’s partner in crime.”
“Hello, Duke, you’re a beautiful boy,” I say, kneeling down to pet him. He flops down on the floor and rolls over, revealing his belly to me.
“Oh, he’s in love with you,” Hunt comments.
“Why is his name Duke?”
“Pierce has an obsession with the Duke, John…
“Wayne, yes, I know who the Duke is. My father watched his movies every Saturday when I was a kid.”
“Very good, babe,” he praises, grinning over at me. “Come, let’s head upstairs and get settled.
Hunt takes our bags upstairs and sets them in what I assume is the guest room.
“Where is your room?” I inquire.
“This is my room, Gabrielle.”
“Then, where is mine?” I asked with a puzzled look.
“You’re standing in it.”
“Won’t your parents mind us sleeping in the same room?”
“Gabrielle, I’m a grown man of thirty. I think they know I’m not a virgin anymore,” he teases, and I roll my eyes, smirking at his playfulness.
“I just meant out of respect.”
“No, angel, they won’t mind. In fact, they expected it…Besides, this isn’t the first time you’ve slept in my room under their roof.”
“Damian, that was different. You weren’t in the bed with me.”
“And I never would’ve been,” he states with certainty.
“What does that mean exactly?” I ask with a slightly affronted tone.
“Elle, you were sixteen, jailbait, and I was of age…Believe me, if I resisted you then, it would not have been from a lack of attraction, but from a place of respect. I would’ve done everything in my power to preserve your innocence.”
The thought of him resisting me for the sake of my younger self’s respectabilities only makes me want and love him all the more. I slowly stroll over to him at the bed, with his back to me, and wrap my arms about his waist, pulling myself into him. I rest my cheek on his wide back and sigh, taking in the quiet serenity of this moment, of him.
He turns to me with a look of such love and cups my face in his large hands, lifting it to look at his. “You mean everything to me, Elle. No one has ever meant more to me than you, and I will do everything within my power to shelter you from whatever comes our way.” He caresses my cheek with his thumb and places a kiss on my forehead. When he pulls away, his brow is slanted and his lips are puckered. “Now, would you like to discuss earlier in the car?”
“Which part?” I inquire with a kittenish smirk.
“I’m referring to your unexpected confession that led me to fuck you on the hood of my car.”
“There isn’t much to say. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you?”
“What were you going to say when you trailed off?”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. “That’s why I trailed off.”
“You’re lying to me. I can see it in your eyes, face, body.” He traces his finger over my cleavage. “Do I have to punish you for dishonesty?”
“Damian, I know you’re trying to get me to talk about that next step, but I think I confessed enough for one evening. Plus, it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I need to sleep before I take on your family this weekend.”
He doesn’t say a word. He smiles and nods weakly then snags things out of his bag before heading for the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I’m too tired to see straight let alone take off my clothes, and I crash on the bed, passing out as soon as my face hits the cool pillow.
I wake with the early morning light and Hunt’s gentle hands and lips all over my very naked body. The sheet and comforter have been ripped off the bed, exposing me to the day and him. He’s wearing light cotton pajama bottoms that ride low on his hips, revealing that sharp V just above his very hard cock. The thick, round head pokes out of the opening, teasing me.
He looks up at me with those emerald eyes, smiling broadly. “Good morning, angel.”
“Yes, it is indeed, slick,” I purr. “Why am I naked and on display?”
“Because that’s how I want you.” He runs his fingers over my tummy and hip. “I enjoy admiring you.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that you get to ogle me and I don’t get the same common courtesy.”
I jump up onto my knees and curl my fingers in his waistband, ripping them off and tossing them aside. I gaze down at him lying there gloriously nude, smirking playfully at me, with his hands behind his head. I scan every tan, muscular inch of his spectacular physique. I’m in awe of him, of the fact that he belongs to me. This loving, witty, devilishly charming man is mine. Forever if I want it.
“Do you like what you see, Miss Hyde?” he asks with his cocky grin.
“That’s an understatement if I ever heard one. I’m completely, totally, madly in love with the man before me and it has nothing to do with what meets the eye…I love the more.”
“Aw, angel, I love your more.” He reaches up for my face and pulls me onto his lips while I kneel beside him. He kisses me softly over my face and I mimic the gesture.
“Ugh,” he groans, letting his head fall back onto his pillow.
“What’s wrong?”
“I really want to be with you, but I planned to take you riding this morning in the vineyard.”
“What kind of ride…?” I mount him and sit back on his hard morning wood, cradling it along the length of my wet lips. “I’ve never fucked in a vineyard.”
I begin to slide myself up and down his shaft, and he clasps onto my hips, helping guide me along. I place my hands on his chest for balance and ride him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he moans with heavy-lidded eyes, allowing the pleasure of my saturated lips to rub him right. His shaft runs over my clit continuously, and with a never-ending supply of stimulation, I feel myself building quickly. Our breathing becomes forced as we move together.
Then, abruptly, the doorknob jiggles and a maternal voice breaks our not-so-dry humping session. “Damian, Ellie, darlings, are you up? Breakfast, along with the rest of the family, is waiting downstairs for you. Please, come join u
s.”
Hunt and I stare at each other with wide eyes and huge grins as we listen to her soft footsteps grow lighter down the hall.
“You don’t think she heard us, do you?” I inquire, embarrassed. He just shrugs with his grin still firmly in place. “Shit.”
I try to jump up, but Hunt’s grip remains plastered to my waist. “She didn’t say right this second.”
“Damian,” I scold.
“Gabrielle,” he teases, and I smirk at him.
“Come on, seriously. We can continue later in the vineyard.”
His brows pop up and a pleased grin spreads his mouth. We get up and ready quickly, taking separate showers to ensure we don’t attempt any heavy petting or hard fucking. Though, while I’m applying my makeup, and he’s showering, I find it hard not to join him, but I manage to resist the temptation.
After breakfast, we sit and chat about the party that evening. They inform me it will be larger than Olivia’s party, pausing for a moment in an awkward silence, then, continue with the details. Vivian informs me that a dress will be provided for me if I don’t have one, but I do, a beautiful white-laced dress I’m really excited about showing off to Hunt.
Once we’re done, it’s nearly eleven, so we decide to save the horse ride for tomorrow morning and go out on Pierce’s sailboat for the afternoon. Vivian stayed behind to watch over the festivities’ every detail.
The wind felt great and the sun warmed my wind-chilled skin. We cast anchor and went for a nice swim in the ocean, followed by sunbathing for the girls and I, and boat talk for Hunt and Pierce. It was truly amazing.
By the time we get back, we only have a little over an hour before the beginning of the party. Hunt and I rush upstairs and jump into the shower, helping wash one another. He lingers a little too long on my breasts, slit, and rear, but I’m not going to complain.
We get out and towel off. I head over to the mirror and look at the wet mess atop my head. “What am I going to do with this in less than an hour?”
Hunt steps behind me, grabs my hairbrush and a hairband off the counter, and proceeds to brush my hair. He combs it into a tight ponytail, securing it with the band, and twists it into a clean, sleek bun, which he pins to perfection. It’s sophisticated and classic.
I just stare up at him.
“I would do my sisters’ hair when we lived with our uncle,” he says simply, kisses me on the temple, and walks out of the bathroom. I decide to drop it and not push the subject further.
I finish my makeup and dress quickly. I’m wearing a white lace sheath dress and beige pumps. Hunt is dressed in a cream almost tan linen suit, with a bright white cotton button up, open at the collar, and dark brown, square-toed slip-ons. He looks delectable.
The party seems to be kicking into gear by the time we’ve gotten ready. The first floor and backyard is already filling up with chatting, laughing guests. They mingle and converse, nodding their heads at Damian as we weave past them.
He plucks a couple champagne flutes off a passing tray and hands one to me. We meander through the party, attempting to find a familiar face in a sea of the unfamiliar. Hunt escorts me throughout the first floor, introducing and showing me off to business associates and family friends.
While we’re wandering about, I feel a sense of uneasiness, as if we’re being watched. I keep scanning the area around us, but I find no reason to have such an unsteady feeling. Perhaps, it’s just my imagination, or nothing at all, or a warning of what’s to come.
I shake it off and take a sip of champagne, keeping an eye on the people and noises about us. While we’re talking to an Ambassador of a country that escapes me, I could swear I spot Dante. My heart stops and my body shakes, but when I take another look, I realize that it was just someone with the same coloring. I take a deep breath.
Get ahold of yourself, Hyde.
We make our first floor rounds and head out to the backyard an hour or so later, finding Vivian, Pierce, and the girls near their table on the other side of the dance floor. They have a large group of partygoers in their finest Hampton-esque summer wear, standing about them as they chat with them merrily.
Suddenly, I spot Maya and Chase amongst the group and wave when they see me. We walk over to everyone and join in on the story Pierce is telling about a wild college prank his frat pulled on their fellow sorority.
“So, the girls come running out of the house, screaming at the top of their lungs, when I spotted Vivian for the first time. She casually walked out of the house, laughing and chatting with one of her sisters…Caroline Bennett.” Pierce and Vivian glance over at Hunt, who smiles softly at them. “The second I saw Vivian, I knew I’d found the one.”
The girls in the audience let out, “Awwww.”
“She spotted me off to the side and came up to me, grinning. I was a wreck, a complete goner. It turned out she wasn’t coming up to me, but my frat brother, James, who she’d been dating for a few months…But, they broke up shortly after when he met Caroline. Vivian and I became friends quickly, and I would walk her home after classes, escort her to socials, etc. After about a year, I finally got the nerve to ask her on a real date, and the rest is history.”
Pierce places his arm about her waist, kissing her gently on the temple.
“Why did Pierce look at you when he mentioned James and Caroline?” I ask with an enquiring look.
“They’re my parents,” he replies simply.
“Oh,” I murmur, gawking down at my shoes, embarrassed I didn’t know that. He must notice and scoops his finger under my chin, lifting my face to his.
“It’s alright, Gabrielle. You have no reason to feel embarrassed or wrong for asking. That’s where my parents met, all four of them.” He smirks down at me.
“I wonder how their younger selves would have felt if they knew they would have a son as wonderful as you to love and share.”
He caresses my cheek and smiles the sweetest smile. His eyes suddenly look off into the distance, concern emanating from them, but it fades when Chase waves us over. He takes my hand and guides me to them on the other side of the crowd.
“Hey,” Maya greets, hugging us both when we arrive up to them. Chase and Hunt do a quick handshake, but they smile warmly at one another. This is a pleasant sight.
“Thanks for the invitation, man,” Chase says to Hunt with a nod.
“Of course,” Damian replies with a faint smirk and a wave of the hand. “The both of you are always welcome.”
“Thanks, D,” Maya expresses her gratitude.
“Anything I can do for either of you, don’t hesitate to ask. Now, I think I need something a bit stronger than champagne. Would you like anything else, ladies?”
“Oh, yes,” Maya says, “I would love anything colorful and fruity with a hard liquor.”
Hunt chuckles. “Would you like anything, Elle?”
“A martini with three olives. Please.”
Hunt starts to walk toward the bar and Chase calls out, “I’ll join you.”
Once he’s left, Maya turns to me with an uneasy look on her face.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“I’m really confused about Chase. I think he likes me, but I’m not sure. He’s been amazing with everything that’s happened, but I feel like he’s still keeping an emotional distance from me.”
“Chase doesn’t take time out of his life for just any woman. You know what kind of guy he used to be. Well, since you came back into town, he hasn’t been with anyone else, and that’s not like him at all. I think he’s just as confused about his feelings as you, but he requires time to figure them out before he moves on. Just keep spending time with him and he will come around.”
“Well, thank you, Dr. Hyde,” she teases.
“Actually, I quite agree with everything she just said,” A familiar male voice chimes in behind us. When we turn around,
we find Dr. White standing there.
“Hey, Doc,” I greet him.
“Please, Aden,” he
responds, with a big genuine smirk. His jet-black hair is slicked back, and he isn’t wearing his usual square specs, covering his kind chestnut eyes, or his geek chic attire. He’s in a beige linen suit with a white button up, and he looks wonderful.
“Fine, Aden, I’m glad you agree.”
“Would you have it any other way?” he inquires playfully.
“No, probably not,” I giggle. “Did Hunt invite you?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Oh, Maya, do you know Dr…Aden?” I ask, gesturing my hand in his direction.
“No, I’ve heard wonderful things about you though.” She grins and takes his outstretched hand. “Maya Hyde.”
“Aden White. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Maya,” he retorts, smiling flirtatiously at her, and she blushes.
“White,” Chase says curtly, breaking their little moment. He stands beside Maya, handing her a brilliant, fruity concoction, but Hunt isn’t with him. “Damian will be back in a moment. He got caught up with an old friend.”
Probably Marlena, and, strangely enough, that doesn’t bother me. “Tall, stunning brunette?” I inquire.
“No,” he replies with a shake of the head, “some hot redhead.”
Redhead? Vanessa!
“Do you know where they are?”
“They walked off somewhere toward the vineyard I think,” Chase answers, but he isn’t really paying me much attention as it’s focused on Maya and Dr…Aden. I pardon myself from the group and head toward the vineyard, hoping to catch them before she can get her hooks into him.
I’m rushing across the dance floor when a sultry voice purrs, “Hello, kitten.”
I don’t have to turn around to know who it is, because I feel the overwhelming presence that emanates off Hunt.
“Hello, Marlena,” I greet her.
She leans in for a kiss on each cheek, lingering on both and grasping me gently on the nape of my neck.
“What’s the rush, pet?” she inquires with a flirtatious smirk.
“Damian, he’s with Vanessa, and…”