“Hey man, what’s up you look like you need a drink or something,” John said, as he took a one look at me and knew something was eating me up.
“That’s why I’m here. Something’s, or someone’s, under my skin and I can’t deal at the moment,” I said gruffly as we walked into the bar. I went right up to the counter and ordered a double shot of Jack.
“Well, is it a bad thing that’s gotten under your skin?” John asked. I shook my head, then nodded, and then shrugged.
“I don’t know. I don’t know… it’s Liz,” I admitted and exhaled. It felt like I had a weight lifted off my chest. John looked at me with shock then a smile, and ordered another round of shots. I threw back the one I had ordered and the bartender refilled my glass, and gave John his first shot.
“Well you know, she isn’t really your sister Hunter. If she’s gotten under your skin then handle that man. Lord knows she’s smokin’,” John said and I grunted.
“You have no idea,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I just think about her mother and brother and it cools me down. What would they think if we got together? Do I even want to deal with that kind of fallout?” I asked out loud but not really wanting an answer. John shook his head.
“Hey, what does it matter? If two people are attracted to each other then they should be together for however long it lasts. You both are grown, and you aren’t blood. There’s really nothing gross about it,” John said earnestly. No matter how pretty he set it up, the situation was still taboo.
“I don’t know man. You wanna shoot some Pool?” I asked and John nodded. We ordered a couple of beers. A few of the other guys showed up and we hung out like we normally did. Drinking and shooting the shit. It felt good to relax and forget about the fiery redhead at home. When it got late enough, John drove me home. He had his truck and we loaded my bike in the back. I would have pushed it home before leaving it at the bar. I was quiet on the way home and John didn’t say anything either. He had given me enough ‘advice’ all night. I was glad he finally shut up.
I got my bike parked in the shed in the back and stumbled inside. The party was over. I drank some water in the kitchen, then headed up to my room. By the time I reached my room, I was oddly aware of my surrounding, yet still a bit tipsy. I decided I was okay enough to take a shower, before the busy Christmas morning, so I didn’t wake up a complete wreck. I pulled off my clothes and opened the bathroom door, completely naked.
It took me a second, but soon realized that Liz had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked and dripping and holding a towel up in front of her. Her eyes were wide and then her gaze traveled up and down my body. My cock stiffened under her scrutiny. Almost like it wanted to show off for her.
“What are you doing?” she asked and I opened my mouth to say something.
“It’s like three in the morning…” I said and Liz shrugged.
“The party ended late and I spilled eggnog on myself while helping to clean up. Uhm, why are you naked?” Liz asked. I took a step into the bathroom. My cock was almost completely stiff. Jesus. She was sexy. I could smell her body wash. She didn’t back away. I watched her eyes and her pupils dilated and she licked her lips nervously.
“I was going to shower,” I said. Then took another step towards her. “But now, I’m thinking I need to handle something that’s been driving me crazy. Actually, since I first saw you,” I said. Liz inhaled in surprise.
I reached for her towel and pulled it softly from her grip. It fell easily to the floor and my eyes slid down her body. She was more than I had imagined. Her breasts were round and full, her waist small, and her hips thick and begging for my hands.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” Liz whispered and I smirked.
“Fuck no,” I said, before I picked her up and set her down on the sink vanity counter. She braced herself on the marble while her legs circled my hips. My cock pointing straight up between our bodies. She looked down at it and I heard her sharp intake of breath. She looked up at me skeptically, almost like no way that was fitting. I smiled at her.
I leaned down to her ear and kissed it softly before whispering, “It’s going to fit inside you so good Liz. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel you clench around my dick baby.” I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slid it up and down against her shaved, smooth lips. She was wet. I groaned at the heat when I made contact. Liz gasped as I rubbed and grinded my dick against her sensitive clit. I lowered my head to kiss her. Liz’s hands pushed into my hair as we literally devoured each other. Our tongues swirled, and our lips moved hard against each other’s. We broke the kiss to catch our breath. I leaned back slightly and watched my dick sliding into her hot, tight, wet pussy. “Watch us Liz,” I told her.
Liz moaned and her hands tightened in my hair. She dropped her hands and looked down between our bodies. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her, and could feel her fluttering around my dick. She was close. That amped up my arousal.
She was so slick and wet. All I wanted to do was tuck my dick into her then pound hard and fast. But, I also wanted to savor this, which I’ve never wanted to do with a woman before. I slid my hands down so I could squeeze and caress Liz’s breasts. I pinched her nipples, and her back arched and she thrust her swollen tits into my hands. She moaned out loud. “Shhh,” I whispered, as I leaned down to kiss her and take her sounds into my mouth. She looked so sexy spread out on the counter. Even with drinking Jack Daniels all night, I could feel myself getting close to finishing.
Chapter 9
Liz
I didn’t know how drunk Hunter was, but I was pretty sure that he wasn’t completely gone because he was standing upright and working wonders with his mouth. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down on it before he pulled it between his teeth. I cried out softly as the sensation traveled right down to my belly, causing the swollen muscles to clench with need. Hunter was still rubbing his cock against my clitoris and I wanted to explode with how good it felt.
“Hunter please…” I begged for him to keep going, to do more, anything I just loved how he was making me feel. Hunter cursed and then he looked at me again and popped my nipple from his mouth.
“You’re okay with this right? I’m a little tipsy,” he said and I giggled.
“I’d kill you if you stopped,” I said and Hunter smiled goofily. He kissed me hard before he picked me up and then walked with me into my bedroom. We fell on the bed. He leaned up on one arm, wrapped his around his cock, rubbed it against my swollen slit and pushed into me, slowly. I clenched over and over around every hard delicious inch of him. We both moaned and gasped out loud. Hunter’s eyes closed as an expression of pure bliss fell across his features.
“You feel so damn good,” he said hoarsely as he began to move his hips and rock against me. I cried out when he touched some spot deep inside me that made my belly quiver and my entire body feel like jelly. As his pace increased and his thrusts got harder, he hit that spot more and more until I was begging him not to stop. “Shh baby, you don’t want to wake anyone up,” Hunter said and I tried to quiet my cries, but was hardly in my right mind.
“Mmm Liz you feel amazing. I’m so close. I want to feel you cum around my dick.” Hunter kissed me hard and pounded into my body hard and deep. ”Yes, yes Hunter. Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I told him and thrust back, meeting him thrust for thrust. My stomach tingled. My legs jiggled. The intensity grew.
I grabbed a pillow to bite down on and screamed when my body exploded around Hunter. I squeezed and clenched from the incredible orgasm thrumming through my body. Hunter watched my face as he continued to pound into me, only elongating the intensity pleasure racking my body. Hunter said my name hoarsely as he started to climax, and then I felt his hot release on my belly as he pulled out at the last possible second. I reached down between us and wrapped my around his hand wrapped around his cock and milked him until he was completely spent.
We were both breathing hard and took a while to recove
r. Eventually, Hunter got off the bed and I wondered where he was going. Was he just going to go back to his room? He walked to the bathroom and I heard water running before he came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned up my stomach. He bent down to kiss me softly on the lips before he went back into the bathroom and shut off the light. I felt the mattress dip and Hunter pulled me against his warm body.
“Merry Christmas Liz,” he whispered and I grinned, that was the best gift I had gotten so far. I don’t know if I had ever had sex as good as that before. I was definitely in trouble. I fell asleep easily against Hunter’s chest and knew I would rather wake up in his arms on Christmas morning than anywhere else.
***
Hunter’s soft lips brushed against my neck and collar while his hands caressed my waist. I woke up to his bright blue eyes and smile, and my heart melted a little. Had I grown feelings past attraction for Hunter? In such a short time?
“Good morning,” he said. I smiled at him and brushed hair out of his eyes. “I have something I need to tell you,” he said and I looked at him curiously. “Can we… I don’t know, drop the bullshit? And just be together? I really… I have actual feelings for you Liz,” Hunter admitted and I couldn’t deny that I was surprised.
“What kind of feelings?” I asked cautiously and Hunter pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Like I always want to be around you. I love talking to you. I don’t want this holiday season to end and you go back to Colorado… I think about you constantly. You’ve gotten so far under my skin in such a short amount of time… I just can’t ignore what I am feeling,” Hunter said earnestly. He was being completely honest as he held my gaze, he didn’t even waver one bit.
“You really… you want to be with me?” I asked, almost in disbelief and Hunter nodded his head.
“Yeah, I really do. I mean I want to work something out.” He said with determination, and I bit my lip. “Please Liz. I know you feel something for me too. Tell me we can at least try, no matter what our family or whoever thinks,” he said. I sighed and imagined what my mother could possibly say about this. Hunter and I had already had sex, the deed had been done. There really was no going back.
As I looked at his hopeful expression, I imagined going back to Colorado the next day. I felt bereft at just the thought of leaving Hunter. Especially, after what we had done. It wouldn’t feel right. Hunter was actually sweet and observant under his bad boy exterior and I couldn’t deny that I found that a little bit intoxicating. Hunter moved, and braced himself on his forearms directly over me. He was still very naked and when he pressed his hips against my body, I felt how hard he was.
“I will have you know, that after last night I will not give you up easily,” Hunter said promisingly. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. He slid his legs between mine and pushed them open wider. No foreplay was needed. I was already wet and swollen for him. Hunter nudged his hips around and then he was sliding into me. We both gasped at the intensity of heat between us. “Please say you’ll try Liz. Say you want me too… that you love me too,” he whispered. I bit my lip and searched his gaze. He just admitted that he loved me and he was completely sincere.
“I do Hunter. I have feelings for you too… I wanted to stamp a sign on your forehead that you were mine when that waitress was flirting with you and…” I moaned as he thrust into me and my sex clenched around Hunter’s cock. This was crazy but it felt so right. A slow smile started to spread across his face, and I continued, “I’ll try. I want to be with you… I love you too,” I said. Hunter gave me a full smile before he lowered his head to kiss me until I was breathless.
It might be hard to figure out all the little details but wanting to make it work was half the battle. Hunter said that he had people that would buy his bike shop in a heartbeat so I didn’t need to be the one doing the moving. I shook my head and told him, no. I didn’t mind moving here. The whole family was here. I could work anywhere. Home was where the heart is.
THE END
Bonus Story 20 of 40
Outlaws of Love
It’s ridiculous how so many women can still be in love with their exes, no matter how bad or good they treated you in the past. I had a boyfriend of three years before he proposed to me. We never got married though, because he suddenly called everything off and moved away to New York. Without an explanation, without a goodbye. I was left there, hurting for five long months. The crying wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried to restrain my tears. I thought that I could never bring myself to forgive him. Until he interfered with my life again.
“Nathan...” I gasped. I’d opened the door to reveal the green-eyed beauty I was once in love with. Possibly still in love with. “What the hell are you doing here in California?”
“I missed you, Melissa,” he immediately responded, sincerity reflected in his eyes. I shut my closed tightly, wanting to believe him, but I knew that he was just saying that. How could he come back five months later for a person he had dumped as easily as throwing out the trash at night? Before he knew it, my hand flew roughly across his face. Shock crossed his face, his hand now rubbing the cheek I have just slapped.
“Go to hell!” I screamed angrily, balling my hands into fists beside me. He looked taken aback, astonishment flashing on his face. “I won’t let you hurt me again, you asshole!”
He let out a sigh before throwing his hand up. “I’m not trying to hurt you. What I did was messed up, I’m aware of that.”
“It’s way more than messed up, you son of a bitch,” I growled, glaring at him from under my eyelashes. He was holding up his hands in defense, unsure how to deal with my aggressive manner.
“You think I don’t regret it? That’s why I’m back now! Come on, we can fix things. We can pick up where we left off.” He reached out his hand to stroke my cheek but I slapped his hand away.
“Pick up things where we left off? You can’t just come back to someone you abandoned and expect everything to be okay the moment you reunite with them!” I yelled, waving my hands around frantically.
”Can I please come inside?” he questioned.
Without giving him an answer, I slammed the door with tears welled up in my eyes. My heart was clenching with pain as I leaned against the wall, stunned. He opened the door, peeking his head inside at me with a worried expression before slowly letting himself in.
“Please,” he pleaded, studying me cautiously to see if I would explode again. I didn’t say anything in return but just stared at him in betrayal and anger.
He looked around my small, cozy apartment, while letting out a somewhat relieved breath. He took a seat on my nude couch. That’s when I noticed the outstanding Dior suit he was wearing, which made me stop myself from rolling my eyes. He was always one to show off.
“Nothing has changed since I left, this place is exactly the same,” he said. He smiled slightly, his green eyes hopeful.
I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood across the room from him, keeping my distance. I wiped away the tears that were lingering in the corner of my eyes. “What do you think was going to change, the shape of the walls or something?” I sarcastically remarked.
This time, he let out an irritated breath, crossing his left leg over his right. He rubbed his temples. “Melissa, listen. I’m just trying to make amends here and you’re not making it any easier.”
Amends? Did he really think it would be that easy? But unfortunately, I couldn’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to take him in, to sit down and listen to the Nathan that was once going to be my husband. Giving in, I slowly found myself taking a seat next to him. Half of me wanted to jump on him and kiss him but the other half of me wanted him to leave and not come back.
“This whole summer, while I was away from you, I could not stop thinking about our relationship,” he said. He paused, dryly laughing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I missed you so much to the point I had to move back. I just couldn’t stay away. I was stupid for leaving you. I
should never have left you.”
I nodded my head in agreement, shooting him an indifferent look. “It still doesn’t explain why you broke off our marriage,” I spat, holding back the tears I can feel threatening to well up in my eyes. I couldn’t cry in front of him, I refused to.
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, as if he changed his mind about saying anything. A regretful look appeared on his face as well as sympathy, and that’s when I kind of got a clue on what it was about. “I cheated on you with someone else and I ended up falling in love with that person.”
I gawked at him for a long ten seconds before a hurt, cold laugh escaped my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes as he studied me closely and I quickly wiped them away before they could fall. All over again, my heart felt like it was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I stood up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to be away from him, so I could recollect himself. The sound of his Steve Madden dress shoes clacked against the ground as he followed me shortly after. I leaned my arm against the wall, looking down at my feet in defeat. In the wall, I could see the outline of his shadow as he stood behind me.
“I was extremely dumb and I was going through a crisis at the time,” Nathan said, moving my black hair around my other shoulder so he could reassuringly rub my shoulder. “It…it’s just hard to explain. I promise I’ll tell you at another time.”
I inhaled sharply before letting out a heavy, deep breath. It surely helped me calm down and restrain myself from bursting out in tears in front of his face.
“There’s no explanation needed when it comes to cheating,” I whispered, balling my hands into fists.
“I’m not saying that it was okay but—” He stopped, letting out a stressful breath and I can imagine him grabbing a handful of his hair. “Listen, I would tell you if I knew how to put it in words. Eventually, I’ll be able to know how to tell you properly.”
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