by C S COURT
I don’t see how he doesn’t look at me and want to run a mile in the other direction, maybe he just feels bad for me.
“Baby, I’ve told you this already. I like you, and want to get to know you.Yes you are having a shit time, but what kind of man would I be if I walked away from you and left you to pick up the pieces alone, probably giving in to temptation and going back to that arsehole out of guilt. Not happening, so don’t ever feel bad for what I choose to do, if I didn’t want to help I wouldn’t, simple as! I want to be the one to pull you through this, and if anything comes out of the connection I feel between us, then great, if it doesn’t I’ll always be here for you regardless. Let’s just get the kid’s some toys and prepare your Mum for the worst. Better to be safe then sorry.”
“Okay.” I squeak. Completely overwhelmed, but loving the idea of having something more with Hunter.
Of course it’s early days, but either way, the man is saying he wants to be a part of my life. The idea of Hunter being with me fills me with some kind of emotion I can’t quite work out.
It can’t be the start of love, surely? It’s far too soon for that kind of thing. If anything it’s lust, as if anyone could ever fall in love this soon!
We zoom around Toys r’ us, Hunter picking up every extravagant toy he can find.. every time the man turns to pick up something else I remove an item, this results in him glaring my way before roaming the shelves for the toy I have taken away and replacing it along with something else.
He is being a stubborn arse, but my kids can’t get used to having toys like this.
I cannot afford to buy one of these toys, let alone a trolley full. I have to be a stop to it before I embarrass myself at the tills when it comes to the time to pay.
“Hunter stop! I can’t afford any of this. Lily will love a simple doll, and Alex will love a new football. They aren’t spoilt needy children and would be quite happy with a milky bar if I’m perfectly honest with you.”
“Well I want to spoil them, you have to remember that Lottie won’t be able to fit all of their toys in her car and is going to leave a lot behind. This is nothing kid, honest. I enjoy spending my money on something so selfless, if anything then let me do this for me, I had a poor upbringing with hardly any toys growing up, and I know I would have given anything to have someone do this for me back then. My mum really did have a hard time, similar to the situation you are in Connie. If you are not comfortable allowing me to do it for all of you, then just make the little boy inside of me happy.” The man certainly knows how to put on a guilt trip!
“Okay, but I draw the line at the Ipad and Xbox. They have basic consoles and play them just fine. There is no need for something so extravagant.” What three and five year need those things, just for the sake of? Not happening!
Hunter seems to be mulling over my demands, I start to suspect I have won him over and he is going to place the ridiculous gifts back, when he places one Xbox back and leaves both Ipads and one console in the trolley.
He smirks, appearing to be quite smug over something.
“I agree baby, two Xbox’s does seem a bit extreme doesn’t it? They can play together on one console so good thinking, as for the Ipads, well I’m afraid two of those ARE needed as they can cause a fight. I mean, it’s not as if they can play together on those.” Taking in the look of utter disbelief on my face, Hunter comes back with another reason for needing the ridiculously expensive gifts. “Plus, I suppose if Dan bought them their original consoles then he could well have them reported stolen, leaving them with nothing to play on. I don’t suppose you happened to think of that. Did you? And unless you want me to buy one of everything from this store, which I will and can definitely afford, then I suggest you let me have my fun and shut that beautiful mouth of yours so I can spoil someone deserving for once.” He says, with clear conviction behind his words, making me believe, without a doubt he would walk through the store and purchase anything he could.
Bollocks, how do I get out of this one?
The man is so frustrating, but in such a sweet way that I don’t want to fight with him over it. There’s not a lot I can do, except lead him in the direction of the less expensive toys.
“Okay, fine, but that’s enough electrical goods. Lily really does love her dolls and Alex was desperate for the new skylander’s game. Can we hurry though, I’m anxious to see my kiddies now?” I really am desperate to see them and hold them tight.
The light of my life and reason’s for existing, I have never loved anyone or anything even close to what I feel for them.
Hunter seems to look disappointed all of a sudden, and I wonder why he would be so selfish as to get in a mood over me wanting to hurry to see my angel’s.
If this is the case, then I’m not so sure if he should be meeting them in the first place. “Oh baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I was so eager to please them that I completely forgot about the whole Dan crap for a second.” Ah, the silly sod is disappointed at himself for upsetting me.
Well that’s just utter crap, the man has been amazing, not once has he thought of himself and he honestly believes that about himself.
I can’t have that, maybe it’s time for me to be brave and show him how much I appreciate all he’s done and is still doing.
I tut under my breath, psyching myself up for what I’m about to do.
This is old Connie behaviour and I am crapping my pants in fear of rejection.
I place the doll I was holding back on to the shelf, and slowly walk towards Hunter. My eyes becoming hooded with desire, and my nipples tightening almost painfully in anticipation and arousal from what I am about to do.
I place my arms around his neck, Hunter looking down at me in confusion and lust. I lean forward and lick his bow shaped lips making it clear what I intend to do, and enticing his mouth to open.
He follows my lead and his lips part.
I don’t get a chance to follow through with my obvious intent as Hunter places one hand around my lower waist and thrusts the other in to my hair, taking control and pulling me the rest of the way to him.
Our lips smash together, our teeth clash and his tongue forces it’s way in to my mouth. I follow his lead, my tongue matching his stroke for stroke, a moan escaping from the back of my throat. I close my eyes, losing myself in the kiss, my knickers becoming soaked with arousal. I’m so turned on, I could strip this man of his clothes and ride him right in the middle of the store. Hunter presses our bodies’ together, thrusting his impressive erection against my lower stomach, encouraging some rather dirty thoughts to fly through my mind and my core to clench in anticipation of being filled by such an enormous cock.
The kiss has heated my blood and I could go on like this forever.
Unfortunately for the pair of us, a shocked feminine voice comes from behind me, breaking us from our private bubble and throwing us straight back in to a children’s toy store.
Fuck, what was I thinking? The thought is like a bucket of cold water being thrown over me.
This is a child’s toy store, and here I was ready to strip the man of his clothes and ride him till we were both screaming in ecstasy.
“You disgusting pair of animals, get a room and keep it away from the eyes of young children.” An elderly, petite lady voices as she passes us, shaking her head in my direction in obvious disgust.
I step away from Hunter and start to push the trolley, leaving him standing on the spot to sort his manhood out before following me.
I need some time to sort my frazzled brain out anyway.
Hunter jogs up next to me, clearly amused at the situation and staring at me longingly as we walk. “Don’t be ashamed, that kiss was hot! The connection I feel with you is above anything I have ever felt before and I don’t care who knows it. We were only kissing; we weren’t doing anything wrong Connie.” Hunter tells me, continuing to pick up small toys and throwing them in the trolley.
He’s right, it may have only been a kiss, an earth shattering, ma
gical kiss mind you, but I have just become single to two small children, and here I am losing all inhibitions and throwing myself at the first man to show me some attention.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. Hunter is not just some man, we do have something between us, I just don’t want it to be a rebound and fizzle out. I’m not the type to throw myself around and sleep about.
Approaching the checkout, I look in to the trolley and take in the wide array of toys Hunter has picked up for the children.
I don’t see how I am going to explain this to my Mum or even where they are all going to, it’s not as if I can take them home with me. As of a few hours ago I became a lodger at Lottie’s luxury apartment, but it’s not mine and is only temporary.
I think before I speak, trying to beat Hunter at his own game, “Is there any chance the children can have a few select toys for now, and the rest can be brought back to Lottie’s and can be a settling in treat for them when I pick them up tomorrow? My mum’s house is packed to the rafters with bits for them so it’s not as if they are going to appreciate them all now anyway.” I look at Hunter in desperation and hope, watching to see how he will react so I can have my battle plan at the ready if needed. “Yeah, okay. I don’t see why not. I didn’t want them to have to be uprooted, and thrown in to a whole new world without their usual home comforts, so I suppose having them set up at Lottie’s would be a good idea really. They will have this lot to help settle them in.” I start moving things around in the trolley, searching for a few small gifts that aren’t too over the top to give to them now.
Hunter speaks up, drawing my attention from the toys, to him, “Seeing as you have changed the plan around though, that means I get to choose what we give them now.” He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond, before promptly picking up the Ipad’s and placing them on the counter, along with a pink and blue carry case, a Barbie doll and Nerf gun.
He makes arrangements for the first lot of goods to be brought with us, whilst the rest he asks to be delivered to Lottie’s address the following day. I am in awe at how the man handles things, he is in complete control, and doesn’t waver once under pressure. The girl behind the counter seems to be ready to fall at his feet and worship him, I mean, yes the man is a God, but come on, have some self-respect and don’t show yourself up like a Pratt drooling all over the counter and staring at the man longingly.
Luckily for me, he doesn’t bat an eyelid at the overly quirky, bleach blonde, big boobed checkout girl, choosing to come and wrap his arm around my shoulder instead.
I smirk on the inside, receiving a glare from the girl in response to his actions.
Ha, have that! I think, acting rather catty and unlike myself.
What is it about this man that makes me act like a crazy woman? He’s been in my life for five minutes and I see him as mine, no other woman should even be allowed to look at him how I look at him, oh god, does that mean I look as pathetic as checkout girl when I look in to those baby blues and lose myself in them?
I kick my feet, scuffing the toes of my cowboy boots along the dusty rubble, deep in thought as we make our way back to his vehicle.
Hunter opens my door for me and I mumble a thanks, too lost in my own mind to acknowledge the gentlemanly gesture. I need some space, I need to remember who I am, and get my act together, I am not some silly little girl who goes and does crazy, impulsive things because of a hot guy. Hunter seems to realise I need some time to process everything that has been happening as he places the bag for the children in the back and jumps in to the driver’s seat, starting the engine and zooming out of the car park. He leans over and switches on the radio, Kiesza’s ‘Hideaway’ blaring through the speakers.
I start to sing along, taking note of the words and how fitting they are to how I’m feeling with Hunter, no matter how hard I fight it’s not enough, as the song states. It is completely out of my control what’s going on. I start to break down the words, sentence by sentence and relate to them in my head.
I start to dance along in my seat, feeling such a strong connection to this song and Hunter it’s unreal.
I could laugh at the timing of it..
After that panty melting kiss in the shop, and the way I feel when he looks at me, it’s pretty spot on with our situation.
Hunter is laughing at my ridiculous, over the top actions to the music, and probably my completely awful, out of tune singing. He starts to sing along, joining me in my craziness and making me giggle along with him.
We take it in turns to sing lines to each other, throwing in totally random and funny arm gestures when we sing. The song ends and Mr Probz, “Waves”, begins to play.
I absolutely love this song, the lyrics reminding me how I have felt these last few years, trying to survive Dan and the crap he throws at me, well threw at me.
I have always felt as if I was slowly drifting these last few years, and it did feel like I was drowning at times, but not anymore.
I may still be drifting, but now instead of my feet not being able to touch the ground, I am fighting, I am no longer sinking and losing myself. I can finally, after all this time listen to music like this, and instead of feeling depressed it gives me the push I need to keep going, better my life for my little family.
Several songs, countless dodgy dance moves garnering us strange looks from passers by as we pull up at traffic lights and a stitch in my side from laughing so hard later, we arrive at my Mum’s house.
My Mum comes rushing down the steps that lead up to the house and aims for the car.
She opens my door and barely gives me the chance to remove my seatbelt before pulling me in for a tight motherly hug, I melt in to her arms, needing the comfort only a Mother can give you. She pulls back and looks me over from head to toe, glancing at my bruised eye and raising her eyebrow as if she has since seen through my lie on how I did it.
I suppose it’s not really hard to, what with me leaving Dan after ten years of abuse.
“My baby girl, what the hell did that evil boy do to you this time?” My Mum is beautiful and is aging magnificently.
She has a few small wrinkles surrounding her green eyes, but other than that she is practically untouched by time. I am the double of my Mum, the only real difference between us is height, and she is only two inches smaller than my five foot ten anyway, making her five foot eight. We used to joke that she made me all on her own, the only things I inherited from my Dad’s side being the shape of my finger nails. “Ooh, and who is this yummy young man?” My Mum asks, noticing Hunter has removed himself from the vehicle and has started to make his way around to us, bag for the children in his hands.
Hunter and my Mum introduce themselves, my Mum clearly taken by Hunter as she blushes several times when he pays her compliments on her looks and ‘lovely house.’
I give my Mum a kiss and tell her I’m heading up to the house to see my angel’s, I can see them waiting patiently in the front room windows for me, not daring to leave the house in case it is someone who is unwelcome. As I reach the wooden steps that lead to the wrap around porch on the five bedroom brick built house, I can hear Hunter telling my Mum that he thinks the world of me and will protect me and the children in any way he can.
My heart skips a beat at hearing this, what more could any woman want from a man she just met and started to have intense feelings for? Even with the threat of Dan and being put second to two young children, he still wants to get to know and protect me. I could throw myself at this man, and have my wicked way with him, well, if I wasn’t at my Mother’s and in clear view of my children.
As I open the front door, my children rush me from the inside; I giggle and hold on to them both tightly, unwilling to let them go untill I need to.
These beautiful beings are the sole reason I have continued existing, they mean more to me than life itself and I would do anything for them, ANYTHING.
“Mummy, Mummy you came.” Squeals Lily, just before Alex shouts over her. “Mummy we missed you so muc
h, but we have had so much fun at Nanny’s. Did you know she is going on holiday to Uncle Joe’s tomorrow, she asked if we wanted to go with her, but we can’t can we Mummy because we have school and we will get into trouble, won’t we Mummy?”
Woah, brain freeze!
Their little mouths are going a hundred miles a minute and I don’t even know where to begin, so I do the next best thing…
I tackle them, right there in the hallway and bring them down to the floor, tickling and throwing kisses on every piece of skin within my reach.
“Mummy, stop.” Alex says in between a round of laughter, gasping for breath and trying to wriggle away from me. I let up, and allow him to make an escape before turning my attention back to Lily. “Again, do it again Mummy.” So I do, I tickle her until she can’t be tickled anymore. She is still begging me to tickle her as I stand, taking her to her feet, but I am exhausted from our little hello in the middle of the hallway.
I try to pinpoint Alex, my face already flaming from spotting my Mum and Hunter standing by the door with huge grins on their faces. They obviously saw me acting like a child on the floor.
I see Alex leaning against the handrail at the bottom of the stairs to my left, he is staring at Hunter, perplexed as to who he could be.
He catches me watching him, and tries to ask me without being overheard, “Mummy, who is that man standing with Grandma?”
Ahhh good question.
I didn’t think that part through properly; can I just do what Hunter suggested and call him a friend?
I don’t know what Alex will think though, he is very funny with men being around me, he becomes threatened and clingy, even over a man smiling my way in a supermarket.
To my surprise, Hunter steps forward, having overheard Alex’s question and the vulnerability in his voice.
He takes his hand and shakes it, before kneeling down to his level and introducing himself as my special friend. Alex stares at him, unsure of what to do. I take Lily and move over to them, allowing my bubbly little girl to break up the awkwardness for Alex.