You saunter inside with your shoulders back and head held high and Hunter drops your hand. This time you purse your lips together tight, swallowing the whimper building inside you as you immediately miss his skin on yours.
Scanning the room, the bed is definitely the first thing that catches your eye. You’d forgotten how much room a king-sized frame takes up, after sleeping on your sad single bed for so long. It just started to feel normal to lie down on a mattress most people would have outgrown by the time they turned twelve. You cringe at the idea of just how long you held a desperate death-grip on your acting dream. Why did it take losing everything to finally realize the truth? That you were never going to make it out there.
You force yourself to look away from the bed and slump down onto the sofa instead. Hunter doesn’t follow you. Instead, he picks up the room phone and orders a pizza for delivery.
“Pepperoni good?” He holds his fingers over the receiver and interrupts your sullen thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Pepperoni?”
“I’m more of a sausage girl.” You laugh and his eyes flash with something more than humor. You immediately backtrack. “No, um, pepperoni is good.” Your face rushes with heat and you look down at your shirt, pretending there’s a little piece of fluff that’s taking all of your concentration to remove.
Hunter finishes up the order and then plops down on the sofa next to you. Without looking, you feel his intense gaze on you. The imaginary fluff continues to require all of your attention until he relaxes, breathing out and leaning back into the cushions.
“What’s your story, Meghan?” His voice is gentle. The kindness in his tone catches you off guard and you can’t help but look up at him.
“My story?”
“Yeah, you said you lived in California, right? How long were you there?”
“Longer than I should have been.” Your mouth twists up into a little bow. “It pretty much took the entire universe sending me a message to get that I wasn’t going to have a big break out there.”
“Sorry to hear that.” His voice is flat. “Did you ever get any roles? Would I have seen you in anything?”
“Not unless you really paid attention to douche commercials.” You laugh dryly.
“Like those Axe body spray guys? Were you an extra?”
“Umm, no. Like the real thing. I was once the poster child for flowery pussies everywhere.” You shake your head and the mild burn that only just subsided in your cheeks turns to a fiery blaze.
Hunter laughs, but it’s not a mean laugh at your expense. It’s just that you surprised him with your blunt acting “career.” It’s a warm laugh that makes you stop taking yourself so seriously. Your reservations and embarrassment slip away and you find yourself joining him.
“Well, I can’t say I really pay attention to those ads. But I guess a job is a job, right? Especially out there.”
“Yeah, that’s what they say.” You slowly shake your head.
Honestly, there’s a part of you that’s actually looking forward to finding something else to do. Something where you can learn a skill, get promoted because of hard work, and climb up to a respectable position in a company. Not another job where only your age, waist size, and hair color matter.
Now, if you could only figure out what this mystery job is, you’d be all set.
A knock at the door cuts through the room and you startle. Hunter jumps up and pays for the pizza as you practically get high on the scintillating scent of greasy cheese and pepperoni.
No lie, you literally have to wipe a tiny bit of drool from the corner of your mouth when he sends the delivery guy on his way and brings the box over to the coffee table with a wad of napkins.
“Dinner is served.” He slides the pizza on the glass top and your hand trembles a little as you open the lid.
Damn, how long has it been since you’ve indulged in a pizza? You blink as you try to remember, but nothing comes to mind.
“Problem?” Hunter watches you closely and you realize you’re just sitting frozen, staring down at the box of temptation.
“No.”
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those California, raw veggie, gluten free, ultra-vegans or something?”
You laugh. “Not at all.” You grab a slice and try not to inhale it.
“Oh, that’s right”—his voice drops a bit and feels like velvet in your ear—“you said you were more of a sausage girl.” His eyes twinkle mischievously.
You sputter and try not to choke on the flavor explosion in your mouth. Getting yourself under control, you manage to finish off the slice without needing the Heimlich maneuver.
Hunter looks pretty proud of himself, getting you all flustered.
He looks like he wants to tell you something. His eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head. But, whatever it is, he thinks better of it because he suddenly stands up, leaving a ton of pizza on the table in front of you.
“I’m gonna grab a shower,” he says it like an announcement. “I probably shouldn’t keep you up too late. We don’t want to be late for the wedding.”
“Sure, um, okay.”
“Here.” He hands you the remote for the massive flat-screen television. “Feel free to watch whatever you want. Eat more too, there’s plenty there.” He nods to the pizza.
“Well, if you insist.” You shrug and grab another slice and he laughs. You flick on the TV and Hunter crosses the room to the bathroom. Your eye is caught by the movie on the screen. The bright yellow dress and red hair of Emma Stone is mesmerizing as she dances across the screen with Ryan Gosling. You’ve seen this movie a million times and snuggle back into the couch, ready to make it a million and one.
You hear the water run in the shower and your eyes slide over to the bathroom door. It’s open a crack and your mouth drops open as you shamelessly soak up Hunter in all of his stark naked, muscled, and tattooed glory.
Holy fuck.
He doesn’t seem to realize he’s putting on a show, sliding his jeans down over his feet and exposing his firm ass to you as he pulls off his socks. When he turns to push the shower curtain open, you see that he’s got just about all the sausage you could ever handle. Wow. He’s not even hard and he’s huge. You let your tongue slide over your greasy lips and imagine him between them.
Your breathing is shallow and quick and you can’t believe how quickly your pussy floods with desire. Part of you wants to leap up and join him in there. He steps into the shower and you look down at the slice of pizza you have hovering in mid-air next to your face. You glance at the television but don’t even see the characters on there anymore. You look back at the bathroom and watch steam plume from the door. Just like the steam that fogged up your windshield earlier today. Maybe it’s just a Hunter thing, the steam. Maybe he’s so fucking sexy he makes everything turn wet and overheat.
Possibilities run through your mind, but you’re frozen on the sofa. Part of you thinks you should honor your “no funny business” agreement. That you should eat your pizza, watch your show and hit the hay, alone. But, another part of you wants to dash across the floor, strip down, and join Hunter in the shower. Would he like that? ’Cause, you’re pretty damned sure you would. But should you?
Chapter 4
You slump back against the sofa and take another bite of pizza, but you can’t focus on the movie anymore. Your eyes are glued on the fog rolling out from the bathroom. The gooey cheese and zesty pepperoni doesn’t even taste good to you anymore. You’re still hungry, but not for food. Leaning forward, you drop the barely nibbled slice into the box and stand up.
An explosion of nerves bursts like fireworks inside your gut and your hands literally tremble as you push your hair back. A deep breath steadies you and, without even thinking, you find yourself walking softly across the floor toward the sound of the shower.
You pause at the door. There’s still time to walk away. You don’t have to go in there. After all, there’s a chance his little peep show was never intended f
or your eyes. You’re filled with doubt and desire. It’s a strange combination twisting around inside you. As you peek through the cracked open door, you search through the steam for Hunter. The glass door of the shower hides nothing of his sculpted body. Even the steam whirling around him can’t hide his six-pack or his bulging biceps. His eyes are closed as he leans his head back under the spray and you can’t help but sneak a look down his strong frame.
You breathe in sharply as you stare at his thick cock. Wow.
“See something you like?”
You nearly jump right out of your skin. Your eyes dart guiltily to Hunter’s face. He’s staring straight at you. He caught you creeping up on him completely red-handed. He doesn’t look angry, though, he looks proud.
“I can’t see a single thing I don’t like.” You step inside the room boldly, hoping the warmth of the steam is as good an excuse as any for the rosy blush traveling over your cheeks.
“How about you get your sweet little ass in here and take a closer look?” His voice is gravelly and deep and it makes a shudder of need lick your spine.
“I thought you’d never ask.” You barely recognize your own voice. It’s huskier, breathier. As you strip down, you can feel his eyes on you.
They burn into you as you peel off your shirt and shimmy free from your jeans. Normally being watched so closely would make you a bit self-conscious. All the years of struggling in Hollywood have played with your mind. The needless comparisons to other women, being told about supposed flaws you never even thought about at auditions, it’s all weighed heavily on your self-esteem. However, the way Hunter is watching you, studying you, longing for you, that negative voice in your head is finally silenced. For once, you feel sexy. Looking at the burning flames of passion in Hunter’s eyes, not to mention how his cock has grown to a fully erect, steely promise of pleasure, you can’t help but be confident.
Hunter slides the glass door open for you and you step inside the oversized shower. Heat kisses your skin and he steps toward you, pulling you into a long kiss that leaves your eyelids fluttered closed and your lips searching for more when he’s done. Hunter presses into you and your eyes grow wide as every inch of his cock pulses with intent against your belly.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I laid eyes on you,” he growls in your ear and flickers his tongue over your earlobe.
“I thought you were helping a damsel in distress,” you tease him, but your words come out squeaky.
“I was. But it didn’t hurt that the damsel was the most gorgeous fucking woman I’ve ever seen.” He kisses down your neck and slides his hands up the sides of your waist and under your tits. He leans over you, taking a taut nipple into his mouth and sucking on it as he teases the tip with his tongue.
You moan, tossing your head back, and your pussy grows slick with need. “Well, maybe that was my plan all along.” You laugh. “To flag down a hot guy on a motorbike so I could find a way to distract myself from my terrible day.”
“Was it?” He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow.
“No, of course not.” You giggle. “But I’m happy it worked out that way.”
Hunter presses into you tight and his hands slide down your back until they cup around each cheek of your ass. He digs his fingers in tight and groans as his cock pulses against you. He suddenly grabs your hips and whirls you around so fast your hair flings water at the wall. Hunter presses his cock between your cheeks and pushes you up against the shower.
“I can’t wait another second to have you.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back to his mouth. His free hand slides down to your pussy and he slips his finger inside, making you pant as he plays with your clit.
Nothing you’ve ever experienced compares to the powerful, throbbing need tearing you up inside. It’s as if every cell in your body is crying out his name. Like every part of you has come alive with his touch, making you feel more than you’ve ever thought possible.
“Fuck me, Hunter,” you plead. Your voice is hoarse but not weak. There’s no doubt what you want. What you need.
“Are you on the pill? Should I grab a condom?” He starts to move back and you instantly feel the emptiness only a step can put between you.
The idea of him leaving you in here to go find a condom, the seconds that would feel like hours as he put it on and made his way back inside the shower is like more than you can bear.
“I’m on birth control,” you answer honestly. Endorphins and lust and a quaking primal ache overtake you. You’ve never been the kind of girl to fuck a guy without a condom, but there’s something so intoxicating about this moment, you can’t think straight. “Please, fuck me.” You twist your hips back and he steps into you again.
This time, he guides his cock to your soaking wet pussy and teases your slit with the tip. He slips it back and forth, just barely inside the lips, coating his member with your nectar. It’s making you crazy. You can’t help but mewl and try to thrust your ass back toward him in an attempt to gain some of the control only he has.
Hunter’s hand slides up around your neck. He doesn’t choke you or restrain your breathing in any way. His fingers don’t pinch into your skin. He just holds his broad, heavy hand there. Just the weight of his palm lets you know his intention to claim you. To make you his. To possess you.
He guides his cock in further and you yelp with pleasure as he fills your pussy in one unflinching thrust that buries him inside you.
“Ohhh. Myyyy. Fuck!” Your hands are flat on the back wall tile and you can still feel the heat of the shower spilling over both of you, but you couldn’t care less about the water.
Hunter grunts. “Aww, kitten, you’re so fucking tight.” His hips slap against your ass as he pumps his huge cock inside you.
His hand slides down from your throat, down over your tits, down over your belly, and stops between your legs. His arm is wrapped around you and pulls you in even tighter as his fingers quickly find your clit. He circles them over your sensitive nub as he fucks you hard from behind. Every time he buries his cock in you, your wet skin sounds like it’s being slapped by his. The sound fills the air around you, growing quicker and more frantic, until it sounds like you two are being given a standing ovation.
You’ll take it.
More like you’ll take him. Every fucking inch slides in and out of your pussy and his fingers work nothing short of magic on your clit. He jerks your head back farther and kisses your gaping mouth and the sensations all build up inside. They leave you on the edge of a cliff and you suddenly drop off the side, surrendering. Your orgasm shatters you, making you writhe and twist as you moan into his mouth. Hunter doesn’t stop playing with your clit until you swat his hand away. He never forgets to bring you bliss, not even when his cock throbs inside you and spurts his seed deep in your pussy. He breaks his kiss, panting hard and shuddering against you as his cock twitches out the last of his cum, filling you completely.
Wow.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmurs and pulls out of you. You lean back against him and you both enjoy the rush of warm water spilling over your skin.
“Well, if I knew that all those damsel in distress stories ended like this, I would’ve been reading a ton of fairy tales.” You laugh.
“Mmm, you do seem like someone from a fairy tale,” he muses.
“What do you mean?” You turn to face him and he nuzzles into you.
“You’re too good to be true,” he answers simply and gives you a kiss. A sweet, sensual kiss that makes you relax in his arms.
“We should probably get to bed, right?” You look up at him.
“Yeah, you’re right. But, I don’t think I’ll be taking the couch now.” His eyes twinkle.
“No, I think you’re good,” you agree with a smile.
You both get out of the shower and get toweled off before running stark naked to the sprawling bed. You get under the covers and snuggle into Hunter, expecting him to pass out from exhaustion. However, he
seems to have other plans as he kisses a trail down your body and disappears under the covers.
*****
You wake up with a smile so wide it almost hurts your face. Sleeping might not be how you spent most of your night, but you couldn’t care less. You can’t remember the last time you had so much fun with someone. You can’t remember the last time you felt so close to someone either. Out in LA you had no shortage of casual dates, but the men were shallow. Always looking at you as a pit stop on their way to greatness, or even just a stepping stone to someone better.
Not like Hunter. When he looks at you, it’s like he’s seeing your soul. And finding everything he could ever want in there. You’ve never seen a guy stare at you with so much emotion. Hell, half the time you couldn’t even get your dates in Hollywood to look away from their phones for more than ten seconds.
Hunter rolls toward you and his eyes open as a smile slips over his face. “Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is even deeper when he first wakes up and it sends a quiver of longing through you.
“Mmmm, good morning yourself.”
He glances over your shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. “Looks like we’ve still got some time before we need to get ready for the wedding.” He smiles.
You’re sure you know what he’s proposing. Even though you thought you must have worn him out last night, he’s insatiable.
“Do you have a swimsuit?” he asks.
“Huh?”
“You know, for the pool?”
“You want to go swimming?” You know this isn’t a complicated idea, but your mind definitely wasn’t going there. He caught you off guard. “Umm, yeah, I’ve got one.”
“Whaddya say we have a quick dip before we get ready?”
He starts getting out of bed and you push down the disappointment rising inside of you. That’s not how you were hoping to start the day, but you shrug it off. A cool swim in the pool will make your mind sharp and wake you up.
“Sure,” you agree and quickly grab your bikini from your little bag and slip into it.
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