by Lilly James
“And you’ve lost it to a boy who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five minutes.”
“Are you serious? Hunter hasn’t slept with as many girls as you think. He just doesn’t go around defending himself because what’s the point?”
Bree doesn’t believe me, the way she shakes her head at me and bites the inside of her mouth tells me as much. You know what? I don’t care.
“He will drop you, Lou, as soon as he’s done.”
“Then why do you like him?” I snap, already knowing I am going to feel awful about arguing with her when I have calmed down. “Why are you sitting out there pouting, batting eyelashes and smelling him for God’s sake?”
“Yeah I fancy him.” She holds her hands up. “Who don’t? but that doesn’t mean I want him messing around with my naive sister.”
“No, that’s not it.” I stand my ground. “You just don’t like the fact a boy like Hunter Holland is actually into me and not you.”
She scoffs and glances into the mirror to avoid me. “Not true.”
“Yes, it is,” I say to her reflection. “Hunter makes me happy. Happier than I have ever been. So, for once, just once, can’t you be happy for me?” I don’t let her reply because I am out of the door and needing to go home right now.
“Dad, I’m not feeling too good.”
Hunter stands immediately and presses his hand to my head. “You okay?”
“Will you take me home?” I ask him, stepping into his space and putting my arms around him.
“Let’s go.” Hunter takes my hand and turns back to the table. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Louisa.” My dad stands from his chair. “You can’t leave now.”
“I want to go, dad.”
“Goodnight.” Hunter nods to my father then leads me out of the restaurant and to his truck.
“Tell me what happened.” He commands when we both buckle up. I can’t help but smile knowing that Hunter is only now starting to use his seatbelt because of me.
“Bree thinks I’m stupid for sleeping with you.”
Hunter groans and turns the key. “She just wants a piece of this.” He grabs his penis. “But it belongs to you, so too bad.”
He makes me laugh, and I need that.
I try to get comfortable in the chair, but something digs into my back. “What the hell.” I reach behind me and find a set of keys. I hold them up to Hunter. “These yours?”
“There they are! Son of a bitch.” He takes them from me and pushes them into his pocket.
“Can we go back to yours?”
“Sure. The boys are out. It’ll just be you and me. You can scream until your pussy’s content.” He smirks.
It isn’t long until we are pulling up outside Hunter's apartment, and I quickly say what’s been on my mind since he told me his place was free. “Will you be rough with me?” I quietly ask when he pulls into his drive.
Hunter takes the key out of the ignition and looks at me. “What, baby?”
I take a deep breath, wishing he heard me the first time because I don’t want to say it again. Out loud. “Will you be rough with me?”
He stops blinking, and I watch his tongue roll around the inside of his mouth. “You want it rough?”
I nod my head, aware that my breathing has become deeper because he’s leaning towards me.
“You want me to push you against the wall as soon as we get inside?” I nod again, barely able to breathe. “You want me to rip your clothes off with my teeth? Pull your hair? Bite your beautiful skin? You want me to shove my dick inside you so hard you’ll be wishing you never told me to fuck you rough?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You want dirty talk, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper again.
“Fuck.” Hunter breathes out. “Get inside.”
I fumble with my seatbelt, pulling it off me and I am out of the car door and almost running inside his apartment.
Hunter slams me against his front door, his one hand on the side of my face the other about to put the key in.
“You can feel how hard my dick is for your pussy baby, can’t you?” he rolls his hips. “You want all of this inside you?” I nod. That’s all I can do. “This is going to be rough, baby, are you ready for that?” Again, I nod, and Hunter growls before pushing me into his apartment.
Chapter 25
Hunter
Ashby is eating breakfast at the table when I make my way into the kitchen. I hide my surprise when I see him because I thought Louisa and I had the house to ourselves last night. Apparently not.
“You’re up early,” I say, opening the refrigerator to take out the last carton of orange juice.
Ashby yawns. “I couldn’t sleep.” He raises his mug to me. “Thanks to you.”
I take two glasses from the sink and wash them out.“I thought you were out.”
“I was, but I worked Sarah so hard she couldn’t take no more.” He shifts to face me. “So, you still haven’t told me how good Lou’s virgin pussy is.”
I groan and don’t even look at him. “Lou is different, Ash. You’ll be getting nada about her P.” I turn to face him after I’ve poured the juice. “I respect her, and you do the same if you don’t want a row.”
I leave him to go back to his bowl of Lucky Charms and head back towards the bedroom.
Louisa is still asleep, and the covers are only covering from her hips downwards. I get to eye stalk her for a second longer while she lays naked and beautiful. Jesus life is good. I walk over to the curtains and pull them back a little, and Louisa stirrs from the light. It’s then I notice the love bites down her neck and tits, and small finger mark bruises down her arms. When she groans as she stretches out, I see her lips are swollen and bruised. Holy fuck. I start to panic at the sight of her injuries and rush over to pull the covers back over her gently, so they are hidden from my eyes. I push my hair off my forehead and clutch at it. Shower, get changed and leave, that’s what I intended to do, all before she wakes up.
Louisa
I was sure I felt Hunter’s presence in the room before I woke up just now. I swing my legs out of bed and wince a little as the burning sensation down below reminds me of last night. When I finally manage to pull myself off the bed, my bones feel stiff and achy, my back feels like it’s split in half and my legs feel bowed. Wow, I feel like I am 108 years old.
After glancing around the bedroom and seeing he’s not here, I find my phone and call him instead. His phone starts ringing in the same room as me, which means wherever he’s gone, he’s forgotten his phone. Maybe he’s just gone out for something. I call Fallon instead; I want to know that what my body is currently feeling is normal.
“Hmmm.” Fallon groans when she answers, and I’m glad I’ve woke her up, or she would have been late for class. Yes, I know her timetable.
“Fallon, why do I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck?” I try to stretch out my body, but it hurts.
“Have you been run over by a truck?” she mumbles.
“No. I spent the night with Hunter.”
Fallon laughs, and my sentence seems enough to wake her up entirely. “OH, that explains it. Was he rough? If so, your body will feel like it’s been run over because your limbs aren’t used to it, and your vagina isn’t used to hard dick.” I roll my eyes; why do she have to be so vulgar?
“Is he there now?” She asks.
“No, I think he may have gone to class already.”
“Fuck me with a stick. He could have at least waited until you woke up.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m going to get ready for class. See you later.”
I make my way to the bathroom with my wash bag, then almost drop the entire thing when I see my reflection in the mirror. “Oh my…” My neck is covered in love bites, so are my breasts. I have bruises on the tops of my arms, on my hips, down the inside of my legs. My lips are swollen, and I have a bruised thick bottom lip.
Was he that rough?
I close
my eyes slowly and try to think of how I’m even going to try and cover them all up without having to wear a burka. In my overnight bag, I packed shorts and a tank because it’s been so warm, but I can’t wear that now. After taking a shower, I dry myself and pull on my panties and shorts. The shorts cover up the bruises on the insides of my thighs thank God, but when I put the tank on, it covers up nothing! I dart for Hunter's closet and find a NewBrook U hoodie in burgundy. It’s miles too big for me when I slip it over my head, it even covers my shorts, but what other choice do I have? I push my feet into sneakers, quickly tie my laces, and I’m out of the door.
“Miss Dawson, you’re late. Again.” Mr Gallymore still spots me even though I tried to sneak into class unnoticed.
“Sorry.” All I can do is apologize and take my seat next to Nicki. “Hey,” I greet her and quickly take out my study books.
“Hi.” Nicki doesn’t look at me; she doesn’t seem to be looking at anything other than her scribblings on her notebook. Nicki is always upbeat, quirky and fun, but this morning she’s been acting strange. I wonder if it's anything to do with her and her boyfriend Giles Boris. What if she knows about him seeing my sister? Maybe I should tell her about it.
“You okay, Nick?”
“Okay?” She snaps. “I would be if my boyfriend didn’t cheat on me with every bitch in school!” She pushes to her feet and almost takes me out as she swings her backpack over her shoulder and rushes for the door.
“Nicki?” Mr Gallymore calls after her but Nicki is already out of the door and slamming it behind her. Wow. I feel bad. I almost want to chase after her, but I fear she may take my head off.
The bell rings, and I try to call Hunter again on my way to my next class. It rings and rings, so I give up and go to class as usual.
“Lou, it’s so warm, why are you still wearing that hoodie?”
I shrug at Axel. “I think I must be coming down with something.” That was such a lie, I am baking like a hot potato pie right now.
Fallon puts her arm around me.
“Lies. You’re keeping it on because it says H. Holland on the back. Mark your territory girl.” I groan and shrug out of her arm. I didn’t realize H. Holland was printed on the back, but when Fallon pointed it out just now when I met her for lunch, suddenly all the whispering and gaping from girls who like Hunter made sense. If this were the wild, I would be the African wild dog getting hunted by a pack of teeth baring lions. Thank God this is Boston.
We get up to leave the cafeteria, and Hunter catches my eyes across the room. I wave, but he puts his head down like he hasn’t seen me and carries on walking out of the hall with Dexter. My heart sinks. Truly and utterly sinks.
“You two had a row?” Fallon follows my strides as I begin to walk the other way. Embarrassment is washing over me right now, and I don’t want to stay around here just in case others saw Hunter plainly ignore me. Especially when I am wearing his damn hoodie. “Want me to kick his bollox in?”
“Do you realize how damaging it can be for a man if you kick him there?” Axel points out.
Fallon groans. “Do you realize our bodies have trillions of nerve endings and you happen to get on every last fucking one of them?”
“You two are back to normal then,” I mumble. “I’m heading back to our dorm. I have studying to catch up on.”
I can feel myself welling up. The feeling of rejection is taking over me, and I just want to be left alone to cry and wonder why Hunter is avoiding me.
Fallon pulls on my backpack straps. “Woah, there little lady. I thought we were spending the afternoon at the soccer game?”
I groan. The last thing I want to do is go and watch a soccer game when Hunter has me all confused. Why is he ignoring me? What did I do wrong? I want to call him again, but then I realize that this isn’t me. I don’t want to spend my time wondering about what happened, or if I did something wrong because I didn’t. Hunter is obviously pissed for some reason, and I am going to let him have his little tantrum and wait for him to call me. I am not a door mat.
“Let’s go then.”
Chapter 26
Hunter
Fuck, I hate myself for ignoring Lou just now. What a dickhead I am. I can’t look at her, though. I can’t remind myself that I hurt her last night. Seeing those bruises made me panic and I can’t think straight right now. Not when memories are fogging my mind and taking over my actions. Fuck you, memories. Who told you to remain in my brain anyway?
“Are you even listening to me, Hunter?” Dexter politely waits for me to respond.
“You were telling me how you beat Tomson’s score on candy crush? Yeah,” I scoff. “Riveting.”
“Don’t insult me, Hunter. I have never played candy crush. If you understood how addictive that can be, then you’d realize how bad it is for everyone.”
“Right, posh boy, remind me to call you next time I need advice on how to save the planet. The first tip; do not play candy crush. Noted.”
Dexter ignores me, and I’m glad he does. I give him a hard time for no reason sometimes, but it’s only because I like the kid.
Dexter takes his glasses off, rubs the glass in a cloth then puts them back on before looking at me, hard. “You know Louisa was late for her class again today. It’s becoming quite a habit, and that is not in her character.”
That pulls at my attention. “She was?”
Dexter pushes his glasses back up his nose and nods. “She was. Then she had some sort of Barney with Nicki. That’s not facts, but Nicki stormed out of class which is also out of character.”
I can’t help but smirk and prod Dexter in the shoulder. “Nicki the girl you tug over at night?”
Dexter pushes my prodding finger away. “Bloody hell Hunter. No. I do not.”
“Come on, Dex. You’re good looking as fuck. I bet you get girls panties wet by talking in that posh accent of yours alone.” I rib him again, but Dexter hates it. “You have that hot geek thang going on. Chicks go damp for that shit.”
“Hunter, you are vulgar.” Dexter gathers his belongings, pushes from the chair and storms away from me.
“You’re welcome,” I call after him.
When he’s gone, and I stop laughing, I remember that I am still an asshole and that I am still ignoring the girl I want to make my wife one day. Life sucks big balls right now.
***
When I get back to my apartment, all is quiet and it gives me time to think. Think about how much of a fucking asshole I am acting towards the girl I will call my wife one. I need to call her. I should apologize for my dickhead actions.
“What?” I hiss at my phone. Her phone is off. Okay. Why is it off? Doesn't she want to talk to me? Of course, she doesn’t fuck-wit. Now I’m pacing around my room with my phone in my hand, waiting for her to call me back. Hoping she switches her phone back on soon. Fuck, I’m acting like a bitch.
Ten minutes’ pass and my phone rings. I almost drop it, so eager to answer but when I see it isn’t Louisa my nostrils flare. It’s my dad.
“What do you want?” I snap.
“Hunter, kid, you good?” As always, he ignores the way I speak to him like I hate him. That’s because I do. Hate him, I mean.
“Like I said, what do you want?”
“I got three tickets for the soccer game tonight. I know it’s short notice, but I thought you’d like to come with your brother and me.”
“No thanks.” I’m about to hang up but my father’s plead stops me from cancelling him out.
“Come on, Hunter. Please. Can’t you spare one damn day to be with your family? Fine. If you don’t want to be near me, then I can deal with that, but I can’t deal with you ignoring your baby brother too.” My brother is not a baby anymore, he’s thirteen years old.
“I don’t ignore him, I spend as much time with him as I can, Marv.”
I know my dad is grimacing right now because I called him by his first name, but I can’t bear to call him dad anymore. To me, my dad died when my mother d
id.
“Then come tonight, I know he would love it. Please. I’m trying to make the most of the time I have left with you both.”
Here comes the guilt trip, and I hate that it has worked.
“Fine. I’ll pick you up in five.”
***
I’m not even joining in with all the chanting, singing and encouraging calls everyone else around me is doing. The loudness and the jeers have never bothered me before; I normally enjoy the hell out of it. My enjoyment though is long gone because whenever my father is around, it feels like he sucks the life right out of me and leaves me soulless, cold and hateful. His voice, his actions, his singing, his clothes, his grey hair, the way he constantly coughs–everything about him annoys the fuck out of me.
“Isn’t this cool, bro.” Brody pulls on my arm so excited that it’s hard for me not to smile and try to pretend that I’m having a good time.
Half-time is called, and I tell them I’m going to get us more food and drink. Really though, I just need time away from my father trying to talk to me and act like we’re this happy fucking family like the Walton’s.
I’m waiting in line for the best steak and cheese sub there is when I notice a familiar blonde head a couple of people in front of me. She’s being served, and when she turns around, balancing three steak and cheese subs in her hand, her eyes find mine immediately. I forget about my own sub, and that I’ve been waiting in line for ten minutes, and rush towards her.
“Lou, what are you doing here?” I frown. “You better not be with any guys!”
She looks me up and down, and I swear it turns me on her see her this mad. “Watching pigs fly.” She snaps.
I force back a laugh and go to help her out. “Need a hand?” I’m about to take the subs out of her hand, but she nudges me out of the way.
“I’m good.”
“Who are you here with?” I ask again, still following beside her like a lapdog.
She frowns, and I can see the confusion flashing across her face. “My friends, Hunter.” She says my name sharp. “Bye.”