by June Winters
Honor squeezed my hand with both of hers. “You're not a fucked up, broken asshole, Hunter.”
I scoffed. “Feels like it.”
“That girl trampled all over your trust! You had your heart broken, Hunter. That hurts and it takes time to get over.”
My throat ached. “Thanks … I guess.”
“I can only imagine how much harder it is to get over that when you've got this fame and money, and that's the first thing people see when they look at you. Or the only thing they see.”
“You can say that again,” I scoffed. “Look, I know I've been a sleaze. I've slept around ever since Vanessa, because there were all these girls who would happily fuck me just to say they've done it. Part of me, I think, was lashing out at her. Or myself. I don't know, honestly. I don't know why I did it. All I know is that it hasn't helped me feel any better.”
“Aw.” Honor's brow grew heavy.
“That's why you seem so different to me, Honor.”
“How?”
“You just are. You're not just impressed with me because of who I am, or because I have money. I feel like you see through all that. You want to know the real me first. With you, I feel like I actually have to try.”
Honor's stature seemed to shrink when I told her that last bit.
“Oh …” she said, looking worried.
“What? What's the matter?”
“Well—it's just—I'm thinking about what we did. Back at my place.”
“And?”
“Maybe you'll feel like you don't have to try so hard anymore? I don't know. I hope it wasn't a mistake.”
“I don't think it was a mistake. Where's this coming from?”
She sighed. “I shouldn't get into it.”
She broke eye contact and anxiously inspected her nails instead.
“Hey, I told you about my shit.”
She gritted her teeth and smiled. “Okay. Fine. After the commercial shoot today …”
Honor told me what Madison had said: how she hired her because she was precisely the type of girl that I wouldn't go for. Whatever the hell that meant.
I huffed after I'd heard the story. “Look. First of all, Madison doesn't know who or what I like at all. And I've already told you that the first time I saw you, I thought you were a total babe.”
I loved to see her smile after she heard that.
“Second, if what she's saying is even true, she clearly fucked up big time. Because the fact that you looked different from the other girls is exactly what caught my eye. The fact that you've proven to be different from them is what's got me all worked up about you. Honor, I haven't met a girl like you in a long, long time. For once, it's like … I'm excited. About a girl.”
“But we barely know each other.”
“True. But I like what I've gotten to know so far.”
Honor took a breath, held it, and admitted: “Me too.”
Our waiter swooped by again, this time to deliver our first course.
“By the way?” I whispered across the table. “That was the best sex I've ever had. Mistake? I don't think so. You made me cum so hard … ugh, I can't stop thinking about it.”
“Hunter!” She giggled. Peach and pink hues splashed her cheeks. “You're so dirty …”
But beneath the table, she ran her ankle suggestively against my calf—and the electric friction of her leg against mine made my cock grow against the crotch of my trousers.
“I'm dirty, but you're a tease,” I growled.
And I love it.
Chapter 18:
Expectations
Rockwell
“This was so much fun! I guess we learned a little bit about each other after all, huh?” Honor asked as I thumbed through my wallet to pay the bill.
“Yeah. I've never told that to anyone—what happened between me and Vanessa. Not even my parents know, actually.”
Honor looked shocked. “For God's sake, why haven't you told anyone?”
“I'm too embarrassed.”
“So how did it feel to tell me?”
“Like …” I searched my heart—which normally felt so heavy—for the right words. “Like I'm a thousand pounds lighter, actually.”
“Look at your smile! You're so cute, Hunter.”
“Not as cute as you.” I smiled bigger at her. “So? Can I extend this date? Take you to get coffee and dessert?”
She thought it over. “That sounds really tempting … but.”
Aw. 'But.' Did I blow it? Did I lay too much of my fucked up bullshit at her feet?
“… But why don't you show me your hotel instead? I wanna see where you live. And I wanna see that sunset over the mountains.”
I grinned. “That sounds great, but we better hurry!”
***
After a short drive back to the Regents Hotel, I gave the valet the usual tip to park the Maserati.
“Keep her safe,” I said, like always.
“Of course, Mr. Rockwell,” he answered.
Honor hurried by my side. She put her arm through mine and whispered, “You pay those guys $100 every time you park?”
“And every time I leave.”
Honor didn't think that was very wise. “Hunter!”
“What?”
“That's so expensive! You could just have a house and park it yourself. In the garage. Like a normal person.”
“Yeah … I had a house in Cherry Creek, actually. But I sold it last year.”
“Why?”
“It was too damned empty and sad. But here? There's always something going on here.”
I gestured at the crowded and bustling lobby. I loved walking through there with Honor on my arm—her presence was so bright and shining, so attention-grabbing, all eyes were drawn to her.
“Well. I guess I can't blame you,” Honor giggled. Her high heels made a satisfying clack with every step she made on the polished stone floor. “You picked a nice hotel to live at.”
“It's alright,” I teased modestly.
She back-handed me playfully. “Don't even play. You've seen my apartment and you know I'm already embarrassed about it.”
The elevator doors closed after us, and we were all alone.
“Hey. Come here.” I wrapped my hands around her, pressed her against the wall, and planted my lips on her neck. “You're so beautiful.”
“Oh, Hunter,” she sighed, wrapping a leg around me and pulling me closer.
Seconds later, we reached the top floor. The elevator doors opened, and a scandalized family of five stared back at us, mouths drawn open, eyes wide.
“Oh my God!” Honor squealed and rushed past them.
“Sorry, guys,” I said as I went after her. And the two of us hurried to the end of the hall, laughing, to my suite.
I opened the door and Honor stepped in, awed. “Woooow!” She ran from room to room, scoping the place out like a kid on vacation.
I grinned. “So, you like it?”
“It's so nice!”
“Still think it's a waste of money then?”
Standing by the west-facing windows that overlooked the Rockies, Honor shot me a side-eyed stare. I chuckled, neared, and wrapped my arms around her.
The sky swirled with pinks and oranges and reds as the sun descended behind the mountains. The silhouette of the Rockies, a rich and deep purple, stood imposing but serene over the city.
“Look at that sunset,” I whispered in her ear.
“It's beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I nibbled at her earlobe.
She jammed her elbow into my abs—not hard enough to hurt. “Oh, stop, Hunter.”
“Why? I mean it.”
We stood, with my arms wrapped tight around her, and watched the sun as it set. Once the last sliver of blood-orange sun had completely disappeared—and only then—did Honor whip around in my arms, the ends of her hair snapping in my face. Her lips met mine and we shared a long, deep kiss.
“This was a very sweet date, Hunter. Very, ver
y sweet.”
“Yeah? I met your expectations?”
“I'd say you exceeded them, actually.”
“There was one last thing,” I said, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a jewelry box, popped it open and showed the earrings to her. “I want you to have these. I got these for you when we were in Montreal.”
“Oh—Hunter—um,” Honor stammered. “Wow.”
“Do you like them? They're sapphires. I thought they were the same exact color as your eyes.”
“Really? You're right! That's so sweet of you to think that.” Honor said quietly. “And they're so pretty, Hunter. But … wow. I don't know.”
“What? You don't like them?”
“No—I do! I'm just afraid you'll think I'm after your money if I take these …”
“I know you're not, sweetheart. Please, I want you to have them.”
“Well. I guess, if you have to twist my arm.” She took out her old earrings and put in the sapphires. “Well?”
“Beautiful. A perfect match.”
Honor stamped the flat of her hands into my chest and shoved, pushing me backwards into the sofa.
“Whoa!” I fell into the cushions with a laugh.
Honor leaped into my lap and pressed her wet, juicy lips against mine with kisses so demanding, I almost couldn't keep up. She found my manhood, already thickening in my trousers, and started to rub me.
“Oh my God,” I panted, my dick throbbing in her tiny hands.
Honor stripped my trousers off, cast them aside, and knelt on the floor between my thighs. She kept her beautiful eyes on mine—same color as those sparkling sapphires—as she taunted me with her tongue, dragging it up and down my shaft until I was begging for her mouth.
And, finally, she gave it to me. She wrapped her lips tight around my head and pushed.
“Oh my God!” I groaned as I finally plunged into the sweet, sweltering suction of her mouth.
***
Honor made short work of me.
After she swallowed my seed, she licked her lips and declared that now, after having something salty, she needed something sweet. I laughed and put in an order for dessert with room service.
We ate tiramisu and chatted about life while the sky got darker and downtown Denver began to glow. It got later, but I still didn't want her to go. I asked her to stay the night with me, and she agreed.
With the curtains drawn open, moonlight shone on Honor as she made love to me. I laid on my back, watching and enjoying the show. Her whole body moved as she rode me in cowgirl. Her head and hair whipping about, her hips gyrating, her hands covering her nipples as if to be polite.
God damn.
I flipped her over, knocked her hands off those perfect nipples and sucked her little rose buds until they stood erect. And, pushing my cock between her moist folds, I fucked her. Hard, fast, raw, dirty.
With my cock buried inside her, I lost track of time. We tried out every position, some more than once, twice, three times. No matter what, each position was badly needed, a new way to indulge in the pleasures of each other's flesh.
We fucked fast, we fucked slow; sometimes sweet, sometimes not. Sometimes we made love, sometimes we fucked like animals. The only thing that stayed the same was that we could not get enough of each other. For hours.
When the bed sheets were soaked with sweat and cum, and we were too exhausted to fuck any more … Honor rolled off me and collapsed at my side.
***
Honor was fast asleep with her head laid on my chest. The rise and fall of her breath was comforting. So too was the softness of her bare skin against my finger-tips. And her sweet smell. And the soft, sleekness of her hair as it cascaded down my pecs and arms.
Yet I couldn't sleep. I turned the TV on and flipped through some channels. The channel numbers went higher and higher, and I knew the hockey network was nearing.
Any professional athlete will tell you: don't pay attention to what the talking heads say. They don't know what they're talking about. They generate outrage and 'hot-takes' for viewership. Beating athletes up over the airwaves is how these guys make a living.
But, with the way I've turned my game around lately, and with our biggest game of the season tomorrow? I guess curiosity got the best of me.
I flipped to the hockey network. 'Jim and Don' were running through the league's scoreboard from the night.
It didn't take long before I heard my name.
“… which brings us to Hunter Rockwell, who has finally caught fire in Colorado and is leading his team on a late-season charge for the playoffs. If Colorado beats Boston tomorrow—their last game of the season—they grab the last playoff spot. What do you make of this guy, Jim? Is he the real deal?”
My ears perked up.
“Well, I'll tell you something Don, I've had a lot of chats with teams around the league about this guy. After three pretty mediocre years in Colorado, no one believes he's for real anymore. His contract is up at the end of the year and, conveniently, he starts playing like he used to.”
“So you're saying he's just seeking another big payday.”
“Yup. From what I'm hearing, if they lose to Boston tomorrow, Colorado won't be renewing his contract.”
“So do you think Colorado has a shot at winning tomorrow?”
“Honestly? Don't count on it. Boston's been in Rockwell's head ever since his trade. And at the end of the day, when a player's main motivation is money, he'll always fall short when the team needs him to step up.”
Pft. Clowns. What did they know? And why did I even bother tuning in?
I looked at Honor, that beautiful girl sprawled out on my chest. As long as I had her by my side, I wasn't worried about the game tomorrow at all.
But … if we lost? Sounded like I'd have to find a job somewhere else next season. And what then?
I tossed and turned, wondering what to do.
Chapter 19:
One for the Road
Honor
When I woke, Hunter was spooning me from behind. His muscled arm curled tightly around my belly, like he never wanted to let me go. After last night's marathon love-making, I'd fallen asleep nude—and judging by the morning wood that was eagerly poking between my thighs, so had Hunter.
I grabbed hold of his thick forearm and made him squeeze me tighter. He felt clammy, misted with a thin, glistening layer of sleep sweat.
The TV was still on—the hockey channel, of course—though the volume was set at a faint whisper. Huh. He must've been up late. I reached for the remote and turned off the TV, but my stirring woke him.
“Mm,” he groaned, his voice gravelly with sleep. He rubbed his puffy eyes. “Hey babe.”
“Morning Hunter.” I gave him a kiss. “How are you?”
“Good.” He paused. “Tired.”
“Oh no—did I wear you out?” I asked, my brow creasing with worry. He had the big game tonight, after all.
“You sure did.” Hunter scooped a single hand under my body and easily picked me up and placed me on top of him as if I weighed nothing. “Not that I mind.”
I giggled, my hands squeezing and groping at whichever hunks of muscle that caught my eye.
Hunter gently rocked his morning boner against my bare pussy.
“Hunter …” I chided him.
“Yeah?”
“Don't your coaches tell you guys not to fuck on game days?” I asked, my voice lilting with weakness as each deep, longing throb of Hunter's cock tempted me to slide and grind myself against him.
“Yeahhh,” he admitted. “They've got a lot of rules.”
I rolled my eyes. “And—lemme guess—you don't follow them.”
He grinned.
And without any warning, 'tired' Hunter flipped me over with one fast, strong move. He pinned me on my backside and pawed and sucked at my breasts. And then I watched as he dragged his tongue down my torso, tasting every inch of my bare flesh—“mm, you taste so salty”—until he'd made me so wet, I helplessly thrust
my pelvis at him.
“Please,” I panted, “oh god, please, Hunter.”
He smirked as he rubbed his engorged cock between my wet folds. “Please what? I wanna hear you beg for it.”
“I want your cock, Hunter—please. Please give it to me.”
Hunter set his tip against my opening, held me down by the wrists, and pushed his weight in.
***
After he came, Hunter rolled off me with a big sigh, and an even bigger smile. “Wow, Honor. You're incredible. I haven't …” he trailed off, apparently thinking twice about sharing.
“Haven't what?” I needled, running my hand through his dampened chest hair.
“Haven't actually wanted to be with a girl. In a long time.”
“I thought you said you've slept around.”
“Well, yeah, I have.” He blinked at me, looking slightly ashamed.
“Tell me.”
“With other girls, I didn't really care if they liked it or not. I just sort of—wanted to get off and be done with them. But with you, I want you to actually … enjoy yourself.” He coughed. “And uh, you know. Enjoy being with me, I guess.”
“Aw.” I stifled a laugh and pressed my finger to his lips. “That's sweet. I think.”
“Let's take a pic.” Hunter grabbed his cell phone, and then grabbed me, and pulled me shoulder-to-shoulder with him. He held his phone over us like he wanted to snap a pic.
“Hunter, no!” I laughed, and quickly covered my nipples with my hand. “I'll look horrible—” He pressed a button and his phone made a camera-shutter sound. “Oh, great. You did it.”
Hunter showed me the picture. “Look, it's a great one!” Honestly, he was right. It was a cute pic of the two of us in bed. Sure, our faces were dewy and we had sex-hair, but the genuine smiles that we both wore said it all.
“Look how happy we are. And your tits look amazing. Look, underboob is spilling out from under your hands. Oh my God that's hot—”
I slapped at his shoulder. “Sleaze! If you show anybody, you're dead.”