Sweet, spicy and intense, contrasting with the smoothness of the taste of her warm skin on my tongue, on my lips.
She saved my life, I own my life to Maggie, if it wasn’t for her courage for rescuing an agonizing almost six foot wolf, I wouldn’t be alive.
I cover myself with a white sheet that was on the floor and slowly walk looking for the exit.
Pain takes over my abdomen and my thorax throbs so much, I notice the back door of the clinic unlocked.
I manage to get out and walk with my weak leads, still in time to get to the door of the bar, being only surprised by two drunks fighting over a bottle of gin by the crack of dawn.
I knock on Lupita’s bedroom door, that is behind the bar. She answers after I almost knock the door down.
“What were you up to, Hunt? Why are you wrapped on this sheet?”
I’m like garbage, I don’t want and I can’t answer certain things to Lupita, I answer annoyed, “Are you going to let me freeze out here or I can come in and explain later?”
She opens the door and smiles. I look at her bedroom door cracked open and two girls, a brunette and a blond sleep delightfully naked on Lupita’s bed. For what I could see my friend’s night had been really agitated.
She stared me raising an eyebrow and alerts me.
“No peaking, Hunt.”
I smile and she does too.
“I didn’t see a thing, Lupi.”
Lupita gets out in silence and gets a shirt and shorts for me, that I didn’t even remembered she had it in her house.
“These were here since the last time you got really drunk, I thought it was better to keep it. You might just show up naked and shot here, right? A friend has to be forewarned. Is there a problem, Hunt, what’s happening to you?”
I know what worries her, Lupi is afraid of seeing me on the bottom of a well again, I tranquilize her, embarrassed.
“It’s nothing like what you’re thinking, I’ve been clean for over a year, Lupi. Not a drop of alcohol. It was an ambush, when I’m able and understand what actually happened, I’ll explain it to you. Can I use your phone? I’m going to ask Adam to pick me up, I’m fucked up, a lot of pain.”
Lupita gets the house keys and hurries me.
“Get dressed quickly, I’ll take you. Hurry up, there may still be time for round three with my friends when I get back.”
I go to the bathroom and laugh alone. Lupita is damn fucker, but it’s one of the few people that really wants me well. The kind of friend that I growl, swear, roar and she simply ignores it, without never leaving me alone.
I get home and all is still in silence, the cavalry hasn’t woken up, my brothers are a bunch of messy little shits and I, even though people may think the opposite of it, love the silence and calmness.
I go straight to the shower and while I soap myself, I get aroused again, remembering the taste of Maggie’s skin on my lips. I want this woman... I need to have her.
Without even noticing, my hands are moving slowly.
My thumbs strokes my sensible glans and I maintain the rhythm of with my hand.
With the other hand I caress my balls, they are heavy for lack of relieve and the skin of my member stretches more and more.
I imagine Maggie dancing only for me, her thighs opening, the white lace underwear exposed in contrast of the creamy cappuccino color of her skin.
She dances on the pole and pulls her panties to the side showing her brown pussy waxed and wet.
Perfectly wet so I can burry myself to the balls in it, massaging her G spot with my Prince Albert piercing till the squeezes and milks my cock till the last drop of semen off it.
Fuck, I’m in pain, but my desire of having her body under mine in stronger than any wound.
A hoarsely roar comes out of my throat and the animal still thrashes about inside me, desperate to be freed.
The urgency of my desire takes over me with an intense flood and I feel the long and warm streams of sperm between my fingers, while I try to calm my panting breathing.
I need her mouth on mine, licking my lips, kissing them, going through my body with no hurry. Her shapely thighs wrapped on my waist, her rounded breasts im my hands.
I want to be deep inside her, but so deep that I’m able to brand her as my position.
Just as she branded me with the taste of her skin.
MAGGIE
My back is hurting, I feel asleep sitting in the reception of the clinic and my sleep was almost like fainting, I wake up agitated and look at the clock, it’s almost eight in the morning.
I’m going to check on my new patient is recovering, I look to the floor and I get quite a scare. Where is the wolf? I walk still sleepy through the reception and the hall, nothing. The last place I look is the little surgery room, no wolf!
How a wounded animal of that size can simply disappear like magic? I don’t understand how he could have escaped. I go to the back of the clinic and the door is half-open, someone must have opened the door and let the animal go loose, but who and why? Did I leave the door open and don’t remember? It can be... My head is shit since Penelope stopped being my secretary to get married and Tiffany got her place.
I can’t cover all the animals and still babysit Tiffany. She was definitely not born to organize her own bedroom, specially not a veterinary clinic.
A huge wolf like that, wandering around, still wounded and weak, it made me really worried and upset. I wanted to follow its recovery, to get in tough with a ranger to colect it. Beautiful animal, such vivid eyes, strong, it bravely resisted the surgery. All went perfectly well, even though I got bitten. I won’t need stitches, I just have to take an antibiotic and a painkiller for the pain and I’ll be as good as new in a few days.
Today I won’t open the clinic, sleep curdled up in the reception gave me a nice back pain. I go home to take de day off, but later I’m going to look for a forest ranger to know if they found my wounded wolf wandering around. “My wolf”, how crazy! I don’t even own a dog as a pet, definitely not a wolf. My wolf... Only I could think a something like that.
To be home during the week is good, I never have time to tidy up my things, today I decided to tidy up my house.
I clean the living and the refrigerator, why did I saved two slices of pizza two weeks ago?
I unpacked some of things I’ve been saving for months and after throwing away some useless papers, I found the documents of the land I inherit from my mother.
It was a big piece of land and was worth a lot, I intend to build a shelter for animals in part of it and the rest of the space I’ll think of what to do later.
“What’s up, Maggie, tell me how it ended that sensual dance with Hunter?”
Just thinking about that night makes my body shiver. Since my break up with Fred, no man had made an impact on me like Hunter had.
“It ended the same way all the other nights, with me returning home alone, to the “heat” of Kid strong arms, my broken vibrator.”
“You didn’t go back to the bar after that day?”
“No, girl. That man is way over my league.”
Penelope laughed and then challenged me, as always.
“So you should work on upping your league, it has passed the time for you to get a real man, and not that piece of shit called Fred.”
The last two weeks went by me in a flash, or maybe it was just so much to organize since Penelope left the clinic, that I didn’t feel the time going by.
Slowly, Tiffany is getting the routine of the work, but I still have to help her in a lot of tasks. It’s Thursday already and we hadn’t finished organizing the database of the animals I saw. The cellphone rings insensately and even though I don’t recognize the number, I decide to answer it.
A masculine deep hoarse voice makes my body alert as soon as I answer the call.
“Hello, Maggie, is it you?”
“Yes, it’s me, who’s this?”
“Hunter Vaugh, I don’t know if you remember me, from the bachelor
ette party, from the The Sickle bar.”
OH MY! How did he get my number? How could any woman forget a riveting man like that? Only if I had amnesia.
“Yes, I remember, sure, Hunter, is everything alright with you?”
“It’s alright, you must be asking yourself how did I get your number, don’t argue with your secretary, I told her I was an old friend, forgive me, but the end justify the means, I really want to see you again.”
WOW! Hunter hoarse rasping voice telling me he wanted to see me, connects directly to my libido. I remember his stiff body around mine, the manly and rich smell he exudes, he’s a banquet to my senses, God! Hearing him makes me realize how needy I am. With so many beautiful patron in his bar, why did he come looking for me? Such a common girl, I don’t understand!
I answer staggering the words:
“Till Saturday I’m swamped to my neck in work, I have two surgeries for tomorrow and after, but Saturday I’m free, if it’s good for you?”
“Sure, I’ll get you Saturday night, 9pm is it okay? I’ll send you a message later so you can send me you address.”
“It’s alright by me, till Saturday.”
“Loved hearing your voice again, Maggie.”
I sigh, what a voice this man has, good God.
“It’s was good to hear you too, Hunter.”
“Hang up, baby.”
He calls me baby in way that makes me dizzy.
“Good bye, big guy, till Saturday.”
I hear him laughing on the other side of the line and then I laugh too, finally I’m able to hang up.
But what was that?
Fuck, I didn’t know I had the courage to call, since I tasted Maggie’s skin I can’t sleep properly.
Every day I wake up sweat, excited and I can’t be in that angst anymore. I know I’m a complicated fellow, broken, I was never the kind of guy who has relationships.
I fuck, damn it, and a lot!!!
The many “friends” that went through my bed couldn’t be classified as girlfriends. I only had one girlfriend in my life and the way she fucked up my life it was enough for me to run away from relationships.
I ruined my career, I took a deep dive in alcoholism and I’m still crawling in life, after that bulldozer went through all my plans.
After two tiring days with unplanned surgeries because of a dogfight, I can finally go home after a extenuate routine in the clinic.
I was so tired I couldn’t even take a shower, but it’s still early, then I have some soup and I’m going to lie down to watch of old show on TV.
The cellphone rings calling my attention to it and to my surprise, it’s Hunter.
“Hi, Maggie, am I bothering?”
“No, big guy. It’s good to hear you. Sorry, it’s good to talk to you, Hunter.”
“I like you calling me big guy, how was you day, baby?”
I spent the day wanting to hear your voice, I can’t say that, controle yourself, Maggie.
“I lost a patient, I’m still sad.”
I wanted to put you on my lap and make you forget, I can’t say nothing like that you, Maggie, she’ll think I’m some kind of nuts... I might scare her, take it easy, Hunter.
“I get sad because of that, what are you doing right now?”
“I’m wrapped on my sheet, while I finish an old episode of Miami Vice. I’m gathering strength to take a shower.”
I definitely didn’t need an image of her naked wrapped on a sheet.
It wasn’t fair her saying that, it’s torture for me to think of the softness of the sheet on her skin, how envy I am of a piece of cloth...
Images and more images torment me and I’m ridiculously aroused.
Me uncovering the sheet and licking her soft skin, her shapely thighs opening themselves to me in an unrefusable invitation, her plump and red lips kissing me deliciously.
God of desperate man, I need to control myself...
“Lucky sheet, baby.”
I smile, he’s flirting with me and I don’t know what to say, he messes with me, a lot...
“You think? You must say that to all women.”
“Ah! Maggie, I was never good saying a lot, you make me lost.”
“And is that so bad?”
“I don’t know, I think it’s kinda scary.”
After we talked a little and I gave him my address, Hunter hang up the phone and I went to take a shower with my body all alert and craving to be touched by his hands.
I put on a white social shirt and the fucking cloth almost tore on my arms, like the incredible Hulk. It’s horrible not to find clothes on my size, fucked up small town.
The linen pants are too tight on the legs, I hate to wear underwear, they squeeze me, I like to be free, but to find myself with a woman like Maggie without underwear is to at least ask for an embarrassing monstrous erection. It’s not worth it to play the CEO to her if I’m a shitty fighter. I put on my dark jeans, a white shirt and my leather jacket. I give up the social shoes and put on my black boots. Now it’s better, I’m even wearing underwear and everything, I just have to buy a flower bouquet and I’m ready.
I get to Maggie’s door, exactly twenty minutes early, fuck! She’ll think I’m anxious, I park the motorcycle and decide to ring the door bell only at the right time. Hell! Why do I have to be this clumsy, I knocked my foot on the garden hose and it’s sprinkling water everywhere, I’m able to wet shirt hem, but I made a noise cussing and two of the next door dogs decided to hostilize me.
Maggie opens the door in the exact moment I growl to them and they run away.
“Hi, Hunter, have you been here long?”
“No, I’ve just parked.”
He is even more charming than on the day I met him. I thin scar on his eyebrow and another on his chin are not enough to take away his beauty. Very bright brown eyes, short hair and the mouth... Full lips must be delicious to bite.
He leaned over to kiss me on the face, he must be almost seven feet tall, I feel shrunken at 5’2.
Hunter gives me a bouquet of flowers and I... Literally have a panic attack.
It’s such a kind gesture if it wasn’t so disastrous by the fact that I’m allergic to flowers.
He looks at me stunned and I start to sneeze repeatedly making gestures to him to drop the flowers.
Hunter throws the flowers on the neighbor’s flower bed and we both start laughing while I’m still sneezing because of the pollen.
He accompanies me inside the house and washes his hand on the sink, drying them on his jeans. After this embarrassing situation, I get up on the motorcycle with him and go into Portland night.
We get to his bar and it’s completely empty. He closed his bar on a Saturday for me, I thought it was so cute I couldn’t resist it, I kissed him on his cheek, making him blush of embarrassed.
“Did you close the bar just for us?”
He nods and then I sit on one the stools at the bar.
“What are you going to drink, Maggie?”
“Beer, will you accompany me?”
“No, I’m drinking juice or water, I don’t drink.”
“Oh.”
I won’t drink alone, I give up on the beer.
“Please, I insist, if you don’t want a beer, at least a glass of wine with dinner. Do you like steak?”
I agree and I make a face to my hips, complaining.
“I’m good with the fork, I need to lose at least ten pounds.”
Hunter looks me hungrily and I’m embarrassed.
“You are perfect, all curves on the right place, baby.”
The steak Hunter made was divine. Soft, juicy, accompanied by a salad, I ate like a queen.
Then he served me more wine and we talked a lot, he has an acid and fun sense of humor, he laughs of his own flaws, it’s good to get to know a man that doesn’t insist in showing you a perfection it doesn’t exist.
Hunter told me how did MMA get into his life, his fights at UFC, but talking about his suspension is something
he avoids, it must still be very painful to be far from what you were born to do.
He went to the jukebox and put The look of Love, by Diana Krall pulling me to dance.
He took off, stretched out his hand and I went. His arms wrapped my waist and the heat of his body seemed to be in tune with mine. He’s so strong and I felt literally swallowed by his arms around my body, I close my eyes and I’m taken my the song melody. He knows how to move his body, his hips lightly touched mine and the humidity between my legs was bothering me more every minute. One of his hands is on my waist and the other one he slowly put on my nape hair to face him, without being able to wait another second, the magic of desire makes itself and he puts his lips on mine as smooth as a feather.
His soft lips shape mine, opening them and he slides his hot and lascivious tongue in my mouth, searching my tongue and toying with clarity.
I bite the soft flesh of his lower lip and suck it feeling him pant for long minutes.
When the song ends and I think he is going to let me go, his arms tighten on my waist and then he pulls my hips near his, squeezing my butt cheeks, moving loud.
I feel the huge erection on my stomach and, reluctantly, Hunter lets me go, breathing hard.
“Geez! Maggie, I want you so much, baby, but not here.”
I nod and he sinks his fingers in my ears and nibble my neck, licking it after.
“There’s a suite I built on top of the bar for when I need to stay here till late, come with me.”
I can’t refuse, we go up the stairs kissing on the steps and he opens the door with tumbling hands. He drops the key on the floor and swears.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m really clumsy.”
I get the key from the floor and hand it to him, the room and spacious and surprisingly comfortable, there a huge king size bed on the conter, a minibar, a couch a chair and a bathroom.
Hunter hugs me from behind and wraps his arms on my waist, bringing my body to his erection.
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