by Becca Taylor
Hunter looks down at me, maybe still pissed. The minute I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine, he changes. Primal Hunter takes over. The kiss goes from hot to sizzling in a second flat. He reaches down grabbing a hold of my ass and lifts. I don’t care if everyone can see; I want everyone to know he’s mine. Especially the bitch who started this. I wrap my legs around him. As I suck on his bottom lip, he squeezes my ass a little tighter. I feel the rumble noise he makes against my mouth before he pulls away. I take the hat from his head, and place it on mine. Before I dislodge myself from him, I give him one last peck on the lips.
“Now, that’s how a woman keeps a man, Gabby. You treat him like he’s the only one in the world, make love to him more than once a day, and make sure you have a drink ready when he shows up. Did you write that down? Now, you can move along because he’s mine, and he’s not going anywhere. Are you, Hunter?”
Hunter walks up behind me, putting his hands on my hips. He doesn’t have to say a word to show whose side he’s on. I should feel a little sad for her, but fuck it, she started it, but I’ll be damned if she’s walking out with Hunter at her side.
“You’ll be sorry for this. Come on, Mel. This place is a joke.” They both head out, and everyone applauds as they leave.
I walk up to the bar to order Hunter another beer since I drank his.
“Sorry about that,” I tell the woman behind bar.
“It happens more than you think. At least, there was no blood spilled. Cute costume, by the way,” the female bartender says.
“Thanks, although it’s a little soggy now.” I look down at my wet shirt and thank the t-shirt gods that we went with black and not white. A bra was not necessary tonight, and that drink was damn cold.
I hand Hunter his drink. “Sorry, I stole your original one.”
He has a smile on his face a mile wide.
“What?”
“That was fucking hot,” he says bringing me to his lap. He places his hand on my stomach, and I feel it stick.
“I think I’d better go clean up.”
“Yeah, I have to go back up. Try to stay out of trouble this time.” He takes off his flannel and hands it to me. “Put this on.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll see you when we finish.” He kisses my forehead then heads back to the stage.
I make my way to the bathroom with everyone behind me. We’re all laughing about what happened while I wash up as well as I can with the paper towels they have. I manage to get rid of the stickiness. I’m not about to walk around with a wet top in my hand, so I toss it in the trash. I try to figure out what to do with Hunter’s manly sized shirt. A girl comes out of the bathroom stall; she walks up to me and starts tying my top up in some intricate knot. I roll up the sleeves as best as I can. I step in front of the mirror, and it doesn’t look half bad.
“Thanks for that,” I say to the girl.
“No problem. Thanks for the entertainment. Have fun tonight. By the way, your boyfriend is hot.”
The rest of the night, I never have an empty hand. People keep bringing me drinks. By the end of the night, the incident is long forgotten. I remind myself to drink slowly or else I’ll be on the floor.
When the band finishes playing, the guys all sit down to have a drink.
“Don’t you have to break your equipment down?” I lean in to ask Hunter.
“No, it’s not my kit. I told you they called me last minute. It’s the band’s drums. They have people to take care of it.”
“Want to get out of here?” I nibble on his ear.
Hunter doesn’t even say a word, but he can move real fast for his size. In one swift motion, I’m tossed over his shoulder and he’s heading for the door.
“Hunter, I need to say goodbye first.”
He spins to let me say good night. When we exit out of the back door, he heads straight to where he parked his truck. He practically tosses me in the seat but then takes the time to buckle me in. Before he closes the door, he bends his head to kiss the exposed part between my breasts. He gives a little lick first.
“Your place, now, Hunter.”
He makes eye contact with me but doesn’t touch me again. He closes the door. Quickly, he runs around the truck, jumps in the driver’s seat, and the truck starts. During the entire ride, he’s silent. Just the sound of our breathing can be heard from both of us.
We reach his house. Instead of coming around to get me, he unlatches the seat belt and pulls me out the door with him. Once again, I’m draped over his shoulder. I could get used to this kind of treatment.
When we make it inside, Hunter takes me straight to the bedroom. He still hasn’t said a word. His hand is massaging the exposed part of my ass, gearing me up for what’s coming.
“Studly?”
His hand slaps my ass before I can say another word. Then he rubs the sting away.
“Don’t call me that. We have a few things to talk about. One what was Gabby talking about warning you to stay away from me?
“It’s not important.”
“Lexi, I want to know.”
I give in. “Gabby and Mel laid into me about our one night together. It was just after the dinner at Caleb and Kat’s house.”
He looks pissed. “Go on.”
“There’s nothing to go on about. Obviously, they didn’t scare me off. Can we not talk about this? I’d rather be doing other things.”
“I’ll drop it for now. I have one other question, though. What were you thinking wearing this? I can’t believe Cal and Bent allowed it. I for sure as hell wouldn’t have let you leave the house like that.”
He flips me off his shoulder and onto the bed. “You look sexy as fuck, though, even sexier when you put on my shirt. And these” —he cups his hand over my panties, causing me to moan— “are not to be worn as pants again. I like the chaps, though. They give me lots of ideas.”
The tearing noise fills the room. The black bottoms I had on are torn and ripped from my body. “Jesus Christ, Lex. You weren’t wearing underwear.”
“There wasn’t any room underneath for them. Besides what’s the point in wearing them, if you are just going to rip them off anyway?”
He stands at the foot of the bed like he’s studying me. I unknot the shirt and let it fall open.
“No bra either. You really were asking for it. But fuck you look good lying there.”
I bend my knees, placing my boots on the bed. I’m sure that I’m breaking a cowboy rule, wearing boots in bed, but I don’t care.
SHE’S TRYING TO kill me. My woman is a vision. My shirt is wide open, her perfect full tits just waiting to be touched. She spreads her feet wider, giving me a view of her pussy. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. Her here, like this, is a wet dream come true.
Reaching behind me to grab my shirt, I tear the material away from my body. It should have ripped with the amount of force I used. My boots and socks are kicked off at the same time as the shirt. I unbuckle my belt, removing it from the loops and causing my jeans to sink an inch or two on my hips. Lexi licks her lips in appreciation.
She reaches her hand between her legs and starts rubbing. I love that she’s not shy around me. Through my jeans, I grab my cock, giving it a good squeeze. I’m so hard that it almost hurts. I’ve been hard since she called me her man in front of the bar. That was a big deal coming from Lexi. I won’t say anything about it, but it sent a jolt through my system.
I unbutton my pants as I keep my eyes focused on Lexi and her hands while I remove both my jeans and boxers. As I move between her legs, I prime myself with a few good pumps before I get into position. Grabbing hold of her wrist, I bring her fingers to my lips. I suck them in my mouth, licking them clean. Fuck, she tastes phenomenal.
I pull her body up at an angle so her ass is resting on my thighs. As I rest the head of my cock against her entrance, Lexi starts humming. I stop.
“What are you doing, Lex?”
“Yeah? You liked it?” I move back and forth along her wet lips.
“I really liked it. A lot. But I changed the words to the song. And they won’t get out of my head.”
“You want to tell me them. I hear that’s the best way to get it un-stuck.”
She starts moving her hips with me.
“Fuck the horse, ride Hunter. Take me, Hunter. I’ve wanted you all night.”
Fucking hell. Without another word, I sink in. I pull her up even higher so just her shoulder blades are touching the bed. I’m at the perfect angle to reach deep inside her. Keeping my movements slow, I take my time sinking into her. And even more time pulling out. She feels like silk surrounding me, warm silk, the best silk in the whole goddamn world. If it was possible, I’d bury myself deep inside her and never leave; she’s that fucking amazing. I don’t think I will ever tire of this woman. The damn song is stuck in my head, and I want her on top. I pull out of Lexi to remove her boots and the chaps. I want to feel the smooth texture of her skin against mine. I reach behind her back with one arm and roll.
She places one hand on my chest, right over my heart, and I wonder if she can feel the thunderous pounding she’s causing. It’s like that every time she’s around. It feels like it’s trying to break free from my chest and be closer to her. She might as well take it with her wherever she goes; she owns it anyway.
Reaching between us, she grabs hold of my shaft. He knows what’s coming, and he desperately wants inside. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s primal and territorial. If my cock had a voice, it would scream ‘mine.’ I watch Lexi sitting above me, still wearing my shirt. There’s a sheen of sweat covering her body. Her head tilts back, her mouth opens wide, and her nails dig into my chest as she lowers herself. The need to thrust into her is almost too overwhelming, to the point of being all consuming. When she’s completely seated against me, the sensation changes. It’s replaced by something totally different. I look at her and feel it with every beat of my heart.
Fuck, I love this woman with every ounce of me. I’d give her the goddamn world if I could. She’s my life. My everything. My reason.
To give her something to lean against, I bend my knees. She starts rocking against me. Just the slight back and forth motion is driving me mad. The way Lexi is clawing into my chest, I can tell she’s enjoying it. Those breathy sounds come from her; the same ones she always makes when she’s hitting the perfect spot deep inside.
Her movements become less controlled, more about reaching the moment of pure pleasure. I grab her hips to push her down the same time I push up.
“Oh, God. Do that again,” she screams.
I release the pressure I have on her hips, allowing her to move forward, only to pull her back to me again. She raises her hands to her tits and squeezes. A whimpering sound comes from her as she bites her bottom lip. Fucking hell.
Her hands move up her body to her hair, and she starts riding me.
“Yes,” she purrs.
The way she starts moving her hips has me ready to go off. I’m getting to the point of no return. I can feel her getting close. Right before she’s about to come, Lexi makes this hissing sound. Knowing what she likes, I start thrusting up harder, pulling her down faster. I’m almost afraid she’s going to have bruises on her hips with my vise grip.
She places her hands on my stomach to balance herself, handing over control to me. I reach between us and run my finger over her clit. She closes her eyes.
“Look at me, Lex. Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.”
She’s fighting to hold on, and I’m barely hanging on by a thread. At the same time, I never want this feeling to end.
“Hunter, come with me,” she begs.
She takes hold of my wrists, pulling my hands off her hips. She puts our hands palm to palm then laces her fingers with mine. It starts a connection, as if I can feel her throughout my whole body. Lexi is in my veins.
“Oh God, Hunter, I’m going to come.”
Her fingers squeeze tighter around mine. The first pulse of her orgasm hits me. I’m seconds away from blowing. I pump up once, twice… on the third, both she and I reach our peak.
I let out a guttural sound, as my warm come shoots inside her. It’s different this time. I get this flash. A vision. Lexi has a piece of me inside her, and I want it there to stay there. I want Lexi carrying my baby, lots of babies. Someday, she will. Until that day, I'm going to enjoy practicing.
Lexi collapses to my chest. I run my fingers through her hair. As I trace circles on her back, I feel her sigh in contentment.
“Night, cowboy.” Her breathing evens out, and she’s fast asleep before I can reply.
I kiss the top of her head and barely whisper. “Ti amo la mia Dolce Caramelle.” I love her with every fiber in me. There will never be another woman out there for me.
HE TOOK HER SIDE. That’s all that has been running through my mind for the past week.
When I saw him up on stage, I thought it would be my opportunity to fix what happened between us. It was nothing more than a misunderstanding. I had hopes of talking to him and making things right until I saw her. I’m not blind. The way that she was looking at him, and the way he was looking right back at her.
It made me sick. He left me and went right back to the person who started our problems in the first place. Then the way she treated me. How could he side with her? But it seems she may not be winning because Hunter texted me that he was calling me tonight to talk.
Promptly at seven, my phone rang.
“Hunter, I’m so glad you see it my way. Thank you for calling.” My nerves are on high alert, and I blurt out everything.
“This isn’t a social call, Gabby. I want answers.”
He sounds angry. This can’t be right. He’s supposed to be calling to apologize.
“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t do anything.”
“You did plenty. For starters, you and Mel called and harassed Lexi for no reason. She did nothing wrong.”
“Is that what she told you? I don’t know what she told you, but none of it’s true.” How can he believe her over me? We were together for so long.
“No, Gabriella. You said it at the bar that you called and warned her. Lexi wouldn’t tell me anything. I want to know what exactly you warned her about.”
The way he uses my full name stings, and I know I’ve lost him. My only chance to get him back is to tell him the truth. I tell him how I found the note she left shortly after he told me what transpired between the two of them. I came across it in his nightstand. How Mel had tried to console me with alcohol. I only remember bits and pieces of that night.
“That’s not true, Gabby. Stop using drinking as an excuse. Tell me what you said to her,” Hunter demands.
After taking a deep breath, I tell him the entire conversation.
“Jesus Christ, Gabby. Do you not see how wrong that was? I don’t even know who you are anymore. And Mel, she’s supposed to be my family. You really don’t see that your actions are what drove us apart, do you? The way you treated me. The way you treated my friends. Even the way you treated Lexi after I slept … never mind. I know this will go in one ear and out the other.”
“No, Hunter, I’m listening. I’ve changed.” When I try to explain I’m not the same person I was, he won’t let me finish.
“That, right there, is what I’m talking about. Those words coming from you are meaningless. You’ve said the same thing over and over. And what you did at the bar just shows me you can’t change. I want you to do something.”
“Okay.”
“Not for me, but for you. Look good and hard in the mirror, Gabby. Look at the people you are surrounding yourself with. If they make you smile, laugh, and feel h
appy and loved, then keep them. But if they just fill your life with drama and keep that frown on your face all the time, then get them out of your life. Because, Gabby, your smile was the first thing I noticed about you. You need to find that one person who will keep it there all the time.”
“Will you answer me this, Hunter?”
“Yes.”
“I already know the answer, and it will probably kill me, but did you find that one person who makes you smile?”
“I did.”
“Okay, then she wins. Goodbye, Hunter.”
After he hangs up, I relive the conversation again and again. Maybe he’s right. It’s time to start looking at my life from a different angle. As much as it’s going to hurt, it’s time to move on.
WHEN THE HOLIDAYS come to an end, I’m almost glad. I like quiet during this time of year, but this one was nonstop. After my conversation with Gabby, I had it out with Mel at our family Thanksgiving dinner. She swore up and down that it wouldn’t happen again. That Gabby found herself a new guy, a good man. She also said that she was changing her ways too.
As for my friends, Caleb and Kat got engaged at a Thanksgiving Day party; Jeremy was going to pop the question to Deanna over the Christmas holiday, but her sister’s boyfriend had the same idea, so he held off. It seems that Bentley’s life is heading in that same direction with Aly too. I seem to be the only one besides Josh who isn’t ring shopping. But I have been looking at jewelry. Lexi told me about this bracelet she had as a child. She mentioned when we were walking on the beach and saw a little plastic kid’s toy wash up. It was some charm bracelet, and she lost it in the ocean when she was boogie boarding. She said it was nothing special, but I caught the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about it.
At first, I thought my idea was so clever, something special. I looked at this online store that makes the type of bracelet she was talking about. I ordered a gold one for her and all these little charms that are related to us. That’s what the customer service person said to do. She said if a guy bought her something like that for Valentine’s Day, she would feel cherished.