“Don’t talk, please don’t talk.” Garbled words came out of my throat as all the secrets, all my guilt, all the world crashed in on us while he fucked me until I lost my senses.
“You keep me fucking balanced; you can’t leave,” he growled and wrenched me from my spot atop his cock and hauled me up the shore, pressing my hands and knees into the wet sand and gripping at my ass.
I whimpered as the salt spray stung my eyes, and I felt his delicious tongue slide between my ass cheeks and lick my tight bud until I was short of breath and so ready to feel him buried deep inside me again.
“Beg, Princess. Beg me to fuck your ass,” he snarled and his hands tightened, his heavy body bent over mine, the waves pushing us against the shore as his hands latched both of my wrists and stretched me across the granules.
My sensitive breasts raked against the damp grains as I twisted and felt his hands kneading at the delicate flesh.
“Don’t make me say it again.” His grip tightened and my eyes fell closed, my body slumping as I finally gave into the mad raging lust pulsing through my veins. I tried to deny him, every day I always did, but he was undeniable. The pull, the attraction, the constant need to just be with him overwhelmed me. Nothing hurt when Hunter was there. Everything felt easy and at peace, like all would turn out okay, and just as I sucked in one more breath to confess that I loved him, he interrupted me with his tongue. Slow and steady he tongued the tight bud of my ass, stretching and preparing me for what I knew was next.
“I want you everywhere, every inch of you I want to own. I’ll keep you safe, and you’ll give me your body whenever I fucking want it. Got it, Princess?” His hands twisted my arms in warning and a devilish smile turned my lips as I enjoyed the sweet humming of his words against my back side and the delicious bite of his fingers at my wrists.
“Yes, yes, please.” I finally submitted and rocked my hips to meet his rhythm.
“That’s it, baby.” His fists loosened and I felt the cool air of the night breeze against my back side before I felt his wet pants fall a second before his cock was probing at my ass. With his fingers pushing between my thighs, I arched my hips and felt the tip of him stretch the snug opening at my back entrance.
I sucked in lungfuls of air and twisted in the sand, feeling it grate against my over-sensitized skin before one palm ran up my torso, curling over my ribs and across the curve of my breast as he pushed in. I groaned and pulled away on reflex against his intrusion, but his heavy hands at my waist pulled me back and he sat inside me, unmoving, waiting for the muscles to stretch and accommodate him.
“Deep breaths, baby.” He pulled against him and ran his fingers through my hair as he breathed in my ear soothing words. Only he could ever calm me like this, with his dirty mouth and wicked cock and gentle hands. He was heaven and sin wrapped in a brutally beautiful package. “Just get used to me. Feel your body accepting me, me taking you. Let it happen,” he crooned as his hands worked around my neck, gripping and massaging my throat, cutting off my air supply and then releasing slowly, allowing my lungs to fill with air and whoosh out in relaxing puffs.
Finally I settled and began to feel the familiar lust surging again. With his fingers rubbing at my clit, he bent me over the sand, caging me in and burying his thick length in my ass, fucking me in the foamy, white surf. Amid the roar of the ocean, he owned me. He claimed me as his, and I let him.
six
THE LIGHT OF THE moon faded into my vision as I came to, the vestiges of my orgasm still pulsing through my body. Hunter lifted me from the sand, naked and damp with salt water, and trudged up the path we’d come down until he took confident steps up the wooden deck and placed me on my feet, wrapping me in a soft blanket and settling me in an overstuffed lounger. I curled into the soft knit fibers of the blanket and snuggled deeper, my eyes fluttering closed with the scent of lush tropical flowers swirling in the air.
I was roused awake, I’m not sure how much later, to the smell of fragrant herbs wafting in the air and the pop of a bottle of champagne. My eyes flickered open to find Hunter standing there, soft knit pants hanging low on his tantalizing hips, a chef’s towel over one shoulder, pouring us each a glass of bubbling golden liquid. “You made dinner?” I sat up in my chair, drowsy from sleep and sex and love.
“Not much…I did what I could. Apparently they thought a world class chef was staying here. How the fuck am I supposed to cook sea urchin?”
I burst out into a fit of giggles as I took the glass of champagne he offered before settling next to me on the lounger, the small round table pulled to the cushions. I tucked the blanket more tightly around my shoulders and planted my feet on the warm wood of the deck next to him, as if we were little kids at a picnic bench.
I recalled my only memory of going on a picnic as a child and in the far reaches of my mind, my father was with us. He and my mother sat side by side on a blanket, while a chunky, not-yet-walking me crawled between them. There isn’t much that stands out in my memory of him, just his eyes. They had the ability to pierce with a single gaze, fill the space with tension in a second, and take the air from your lungs in a single breath.
I sighed, letting old skeletons lie, and set my glass on the table.
“Okay? Can I get you something else?” Hunter rubbed at my arm fiercely to help generate heat under the blanket. I was still naked, feeling a little abused by the sand that’d rubbed me and by the man that’d invaded every sensual crevice of my body in the moonlight.
“I’m okay. Just still soaking everything in.” I nibbled on toasted baguette drizzled with oil and tapenade before placing it back on the plate. “I don’t think I can eat.” I did my best at swallowing the concoction then washed it down with a healthy swallow of champagne. The bubbles scorched my lungs and caught fire in my throat, but I was thankful for the warm feeling spreading through my belly, tingling my toes, and allowing reality to slip into a comforting fog.
“Let me make you something else.” Hunter rushed to stand but I pulled him back into me on the couch.
“I just need a minute,” I hummed and curled myself into his sturdy arms.
“Sure, Princess.” He sighed and then pressed a soft kiss to my head. “All the time in the world.” He was stroking my back, then wiggled himself beneath my soft blanket and we were skin to skin, his hot body like a furnace lighting my own.
“Things have been so wrong with Brant for a while now, I just never could have imagined…” I trailed off, finding myself at a loss for words. My mind hadn’t fully formed an opinion yet. All I knew was that I was down in Belize with a man who was in essence on the hunt for my husband. It made my stomach hurt.
“It’s easy to ignore the signs when you love something.” He lulled me with his soothing, rich voice.
I snuggled closer and let my mind wander more. “We met in college. It was quick; we dated for only a year before he convinced me to go to the courthouse with him.” I shuddered thinking I would soon be headed to the very same courthouse to file divorce papers. “It was picture-perfect at first. But then he quit school and took the job at InteliCorp.” My gaze found Hunter’s as he watched with rapt attention. “The job, the parties, the cars, the things. So many things. Brant’s always loved things…” I trailed off and picked at the soft edges of the cotton. “I think he thought all the things would keep me happy while he was gone for weeks on end.”
“Why did you stay so long then? If he wasn’t treating you right?” Hunter asked.
I sighed then, my shoulders tensing as my mind flew back to thoughts of our wedding day, before our marriage had fallen. “It’s a terrible reason, I can’t even tell you how long the story is.” I huffed and leaned up to grab my champagne again.
“I’ve got all night.” His grin quirked before he lifted the bottle from its chilled bucket and poured the pale liquid in my glass.
A wry smile tilted my lips. “You sure you know what you’re in for?”
“I know exactly what I’m in for.” His gri
n stopped my heart for one long pause. “I told you, I want to know all the things the paperwork can’t tell me.” He traced a thumb and finger through a strand of my hair that had blown across my face.
I leaned further back in the chair and settled into the story I’d never told anyone. Not because it was so heinous, but because it was the shattered pieces of my heart laid bare.
“Sometimes I think I married him to get out,” I finally stated, the sentence running on repeat in my mind as shame choked my airways. “Growing up with my mom is difficult to explain to anyone who hasn’t lived it. She’s was abusive in all the non-physical ways.” I thought of his scars then, hidden beneath the tattoos that hinted at a very physical past he never shared. I hoped someday he’d tell me more. “She worked two jobs,” I continued, “and relied on the church to put clothes on my back because she was too drunk to notice I’d grown out of last year’s. Brant sent her money all the time after we were together—five hundred here, a few thousand there. He even bought her a car, and still she would call me for more. And if I didn’t want to give her more money for whatever lame excuse she had, she would say the nastiest things.” I twisted my hands in my lap, thinking of the rushing criticism she threw with a sharp-barbed tongue. I shook my head. “If she was in a bad mood, she went crazy. You couldn’t even talk to her, the screaming and hysterics. It felt like I was more in control than she was a lot of days.” Hot tears spilled over and before I knew it I was sobbing and choking into Hunter’s shoulder. “Isn’t that terrible of me?” I whispered as I wiped my cheeks on the blanket. “Marrying Brant to escape home?”
“It’s not terrible at all. And I know you—I bet there’s more.” His warm hand cupped my jaw, the pad of his thumb working slow circles at the tense muscles of my neck. “You loved him. You love everyone you meet with something fierce and loyal; it’s who you are.”
I cried harder then, feeling the emotional burden of the love I carried, before tucking back into Hunter’s biceps and letting out all the pent up frustration I’d held in for the last two years. “I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me.”
“How could you put the one you love in danger?” Hunter huffed into my hair and I looked up. “Sorry.” His eyes softened when he caught my gaze.
“It’s okay. You’re right. It seemed like Brant was trying to escape from the moment we got married. He worked long hours from the beginning, but he didn’t even care that I was left alone and hurting. My mother tried to console me when he was gone, but her consoling turned into harping when all she ever did was defend him and make me feel like I was being a spoiled brat, an arrogant rich girl, but I didn’t want to be a rich girl. I never wanted any of that shit!” I screamed in frustration before Hunter’s hands latched around my wrists and pulled me to him again.
“Hey, don’t pull away from me. What he did to you was bullshit, Erin. No self-respecting man would ever leave his wife at home if he didn’t have to. And no self-respecting man would ever get involved with JW willingly…” he finished and his fists tightened almost painfully around mine.
“Hunter...” I twisted my hands away. “That hurts.”
“Fuck.” He let go instantly, the faraway look in his eyes suddenly replaced with remorse. He tilted my palms to his lips and placed delicate kisses at the center of each.
“No one good ever got involved with JW. I don’t mean to say that your husband deserves what’s coming to him, but he deserves some retribution.”
“What about you? You’re involved with JW. What am I supposed to think about that?” My emotions were a pendulum swinging from one extreme to the next, but how was I supposed to feel?
“Hey.” His wrists caught mine again, this time with gentle force. “I didn’t ask to be with JW. That power was taken from me when I was a kid and my mom was fucking killed. I had no one. I was a punk teen with no friends and no way to feed myself. I was desperate, Erin. You’ve got to understand that.” Our faces just inches apart, Hunter begged me to believe him. “I’ve been working every day since then to get out. Keeping him at arm’s length, making it clear that my life is my photos, not this. But getting rid of JW isn’t easy.” He ran a frustrated palm through his short strands. “I watched the tank ahead of me get hit by a suicide bomber. It was brutal, Erin. Watching those guys get blown apart handing out candy and toys to kids. One of the guys I was closest to told me just the night before how he lost his sister to a random, gang-related drive-by back home. It fucking haunted me. The very next day, he’s helping a little civilian kid and then gone.”
“That must have been terrible to see,” I uttered. “It could have been you in that tank.”
“I was, and it could have been me. Sometimes I think it should have, coming home to someone who manipulates and brutalizes people... I never forgot that conversation with that soldier the night before. That’s why when I came back, I wouldn’t have anything to do with JW. So much violence in the world, and JW making it worse right here on my streets, I couldn’t be a part of it anymore. Until you.”
“Hunter...what were you a part of before?” I struggled to finally ask one of the questions that had danced in my head. “What did you do?”
“I never killed anyone, Erin. Never. I bruised a few people when I was young, but I couldn’t take the blood. The cold-calculated killer isn’t me. Some of those guys—the look in their eyes is chilling. They don’t feel.”
My hands stretched to his face and cupped his angled jaw as I held his gaze. “You protect people." I crawled into his lap to wrap him in a hug.
“Look at you getting all sweet,” he teased, but I heard the emotion in his voice.
I stared into his glowing green eyes, emanating with energy that I couldn’t place. My palms tingling and the hairs on the back of my neck rising, I trusted him. With every fiber of my being, with every beat of my pulsing heart, I had faith in him. Hunter wouldn’t lie to me any more than I would him. “I believe you when you say you want out.” Tears threatened at my eyelids again when Hunter’s forehead tilted to mine. I finally meant it. I finally could say I believed him, inside and out.
He bent his head and whispered, “Thank you,” he said the words softly as his fingers laced with mine and we held both of our hands in my lap between us. “It’s us against them.” His words breathed across my lips and sent chills racing down my spine. He was right. I’d sensed it from the first night at JW’s. Hunter and I were in over our heads, fate had twisted our paths like the gnarled knot of a rope, and the only way out was to see it through to the end.
“Can we do this?” I breathed.
“We don’t have a choice.”
seven
I WOKE EARLY THE next morning to fix Hunter the best my mediocre culinary skills could muster. Eggs, local sausage, fresh bread, and orange juice. Hunter came in, his arms stretched above his head and a delicious yawn falling from his lips as the morning sunlight filtered in the soft breeze.
“Morning, gorgeous,” Hunter murmured when his dark irises trailed up my legs, across my waist, and over the sway of my breasts, landing at my throat. “Nice rug burn.” His delicious grin tipped and swept the air from my lungs.
I glanced down only now noticing the fiery red marks on my knees from where he’d fucked me raw in the sand. I sighed, my eyes closed as I remembered the feel of him filling my body, easing the pain away. He had a special kind of magic.
“A gentleman would rub medicine on them.” I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs, only a tank top and pink panties separating me from his hungry gaze.
“Mm, I can help with that.” He stalked me like a panther, curling my insides as I sat on the cold granite. His hands finally reached me, wrapping around my waist as he tucked himself between my thighs.
“You smell fucking amazing.” He inhaled a deep breath at my neck before a hand slid up my torso and cupped at my breast. “I bet you taste even better.” His eyes twinkled with lust as he ducked his head under my tank and was pulling in long, painful sucks at my
nipple. I squealed and wrapped my fingers into his tousled hair and held him to me, my neck tossed back and head against the cupboard, and soon his fingers were beneath my panties and working in a fierce rhythm. My thighs shook and clenched around his waist before I exploded on his hand.
“Mm…better than fresh squeezed.” Hunter’s middle and index fingers shoved past my panting lips and forced me to suck my juices off his slick fingers. “That’s it, Princess,” he said before his lips were on mine and his tongue was thrusting into my mouth, tasting me and eating me with abandon. My stomach melted to molten chocolate and pooled in my toes.
With my breath still leaving my lungs in desperate pants, Hunter pulled away, placing one last quick kiss on the bow of my lips, then snagged a smoking sausage from the pan and took a healthy bite. “This is delicious.” His eyebrows wiggled and his grin looked every bit the playful thirteen year-old boy that I knew still lived down deep inside of him.
I burst out into a full laugh, not yet recovered from the morning’s orgasm, before I hopped off the counter and placed a kiss at his jawline. “You are something else, Mr. Ellis.” I darted around him and skipped to the bathroom, intent on a shower to cool down before spending the day on a hot sandy beach with Hunter.
I sat holding a reflector that afternoon while Hunter positioned a couple across the bow of a ruined boat on the shore of the island we were inhabiting for the weekend. He was tying her wrists with the battered mainlines of the rowboat that laid on its side
Hunter had explained that the man was a young politician in Belize City. My nose had scrunched at the tale, and I’d questioned if he’d pandered to the politicians specifically. He’d laughed and said absolutely not, but that politicians were some of the kinkiest people walking the streets, and they had enough money to do something about it.
I shook the thoughts from my head when Hunter bent at the aft and I heard that telltale click. I positioned across from him in the sand, trying to angle the bright morning light across the couple to highlight all their best assets.
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