Mya leaned up to his ear, her wall tightening and loosing on his throbbing penis, as if sucking him.
Her tongue traced the shell of his ear, causing electricity to surge over his spine. After that, he thought for sure he would explode in her. Yet again the way she massaged his manhood he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to be in her forever, but wasn’t sure if he could hold on to it forever. The way she was squeezing him, holding him inside her was overwhelming.
“Now,” she whispered softly.
Her wall loosened, and he came, her walls tightened and he stopped. Hunter leaned up looking at her in awe, his body hers to command. He could feel her, her body ready to give in to the pleasure. She was climaxing, still controlling, and still gyrating under him.
Her legs circled his waist.
“Do it Hunter,” she breathed, “Do it now!”
He knew what she meant. He lifted her hips and sank deeper still. She released him, and he exploded in her as her waterfall flowed on his throbbing manhood, his body jerking with each shot he put in her, and Hunter leaned upon his hands, their pleasure heard and reverberating off the wall of his bedroom; together floating on a cloud of desire and passion.
They lay silent each looking at the ceiling, each wondering what had just happened. All Hunter knew was he never had a woman controlled when he came, nor just took over is body so thoroughly.
Still silence filled the room, the lovers basking in the glow of their lovemaking. Words were not required. Hunter wasn't sure if he could let her go when the time came.
Mya rolled to him.
“Hunter, I’m hungry, are you?”
Hunter smiled. “Yes very.”
Mya giggled and rolled to get up from the bed. Hunter pulled her back to him. He looked at her face, her light eyes twinkling. He pulled her close to him. Mya felt him, and her mouth opened in surprise.
“I’m hungry,” he said against her mouth.
“Mm…,” she said feeling his manhood as he rubbed against her.
Hunter lifted her leg, positioned himself and entered her, her hot body welcoming him. He knew he had her in a position that she could barely move.
“Hunter, let me…,”
“No, let me,” he said against her mouth.
She let him, he took her to another plane, and she shook with her climax.
Hunter smiled smugly. He was satisfied; he still has some control. They lay together and slept until nightfall.
Mya awoke to some wonderful aromas. She showered quickly and put on one of his shirts she found in the closet. She pushed open the swinging door quietly. What she saw caused her to gasp. Hunter was bare-chested only in silk pajama bottoms and barefoot, looking sexier than any man had a right to.
Hunter turned to see her, her hair wet, slick back, in his shirt that just hit her mid-thigh, and barefoot. He went to her pulling her in him in his arms.
“How sexy you are,” he said huskily, his mouth kissing her neck breathing her clean, fresh scent.
Mya smiled. “So are you.”
“Come, I’ve prepared a meal,” Hunter said pulling her to the stove lifting the lids.
He had shrimp scampi, pasta, and a salad in the fridge.
Mya looked up at him smiling. They sat at the kitchen counter and ate talking and laughing. Hunter told Mya how he start his business. Mya shared with him her love of building things.
After eating, they went to the den watching movies, action, romance, comedies. Hunter felt happy being with Mya. He looked down at her head resting on his chest, and he was contented. They were both drowsy, so Hunter got a blanket for Mya when she started to feel chilly. They lay together half watching the TV, Mya’s hand absently rubbing the ridges of Hunter’s well-defined stomach, arousing him.
“Mya,” he said softly.
“Hmm…,” she replied looking up at him.
Mya got lost in the depth of his dark eyes. She rose to her knees and took his mouth, her tongue finding his. Hunter slide down until he lay on his back Mya lying on him.
She was the aggressor, she was hungry for him, and Hunter loved her aggression. Her mouth raining kisses on his chest. Hunter undid his pajamas and pushed them off his hips, he knew Mya was naked under the shirt; he pulled it over her head.
Her mouth went back to his hard stomach. Hunter laid back, eyes shut as her lips caressed him, traveling lower down his body. His eyes opened wide, when he felt her lips on him. “Mya!”
She raised her head. “Let me taste you.”
“Have you ever...?”
“Never, I just want to please you, don’t deny me.”
Hunter lay back. He knew she didn’t know what to do; he’d have to give her guidance.
Her hand slowly caresses down the length of him, holding him in her hand. She heard him grunt; alarmed she quickly let go, afraid she was holding to tight.
“No, hold it like you were.” Mya reclaimed her hold and stroking his manhood gently.
“That’s good baby.” Hunter said huskily.
Her hand moved up and down the length of him. Her other hand lowered as she gently stroked the smooth, tight testicles. Hunter groaned and his eyes shut, loving the feel of her soft hands on him, teasing, yet tantalizing him.
Mya looked up at him and smiled at the serenity on his face. She lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on the tip of penis, her tongue darting out to licking the opening there. Hunter jerked, his eyes opened, his breath catching in his chest. Mya closed her lips on the side of his throbbing manhood, her mouth slowly licking from the base to the tip, and down the other side. Hunter watched her as she ministered to him, with a fiery intensity. Slowly she returned to the broad head of him. Her mouth closed over him, her lips moving up and down on him, just as if he were inside her, just enough pressure to make him come.
“Mya,” Hunter whispered her name softly in awe of what she was doing to him. His breath rushed in and out with broken pants and moans.
She didn’t stop. Her mouth slowed pulling all the way to the tip and her tongue tracing it, licking it. She repeated this action repeatedly.
My God, Hunter thought, she didn’t know it, but she was driving him crazy with pleasure. His hand threaded in her hair and made a gently fist.
“Mya!” Hunter called desperately.
Her head rose, a worried look on her face.
“I didn’t please you,” she stated.
Hunter pulled her on him and entered her swiftly. He clasped her face between his large hands, his eyes holding hers.
“Yes, more than you know.”
Her eyes closed from him moving inside her.
“Hunter,” she said breathlessly.
“How did you know, what to…?” Hunter asked her gently.
“I know how you feel inside me and what my insides are doing to you, I just imagine my mouth doing the same things,” she simply said, not realizing she just had a natural, erotic nature.
Hunter took her mouth, kissing her deeply.
“Sit up Mya,” he ordered needing to be engrossed in her. She rode him until they both collapsed from the pleasure of the lovemaking.
Hunter lay awake, holding a sleeping Mya on him with her head lying on his chest. He smiled; he couldn’t ever remember having spent this much time with other women. Most women he would have gotten rid of after a day. He kissed the top of her head, his hands caressing her body.
She moaned. “Hunter.”
Hunter looked down at the sleeping head on his chest gently he caressed her cheek.
“Mya?” he said softly.
“Mm…,” she moaned and stretched.
“Let me take you to bed,” Hunter suggested.
Mya sleepily sat up, eyes still closed. Hunter lifted and carried her effortlessly to his bedroom laying her on the bed. He sat down beside her on the bed.
Mya gazed at his face. “Make love to me.”
He took her mouth savagely.
“Lay on your stomach,” he requested of her.
Mya rol
led over, she sighed when she felt his hand caressing her back, where his hand touched so did his lips. He straddled her, his lips caressing her backside.
“Get on your knees,” he said softly in her ear.
Mya rose to her knees, he pulled her hips into him, entering her wet body, slowly moving in and out of her, as the orgasm hit her, Hunter flipped her to her back, pinning her hands beside her head, re-entering her.
He felt her body change, and she took control just as she had done before. When she was ready, she allowed him to climax.
She kissed him, her arms tightly around him, and they both fell asleep.
Heather sat outside Hunter’s house. She knew that Mya was in there; she saw them when they arrived.
“That bitch has got to go,” she muttered.
She didn’t have much time. Ever since her arrest, her father has treated her like a prisoner. Because all he really cared about was his political career, he didn’t want anyone to see her out, and her mother was no better. She cried all the time because her so-called country club friends stopped inviting her to their functions. After they arrested her, they searched her room and found her gun… well it wasn’t her gun, it was her father’s, but the fools took it anyway. No matter, she didn’t need it. A knife would be much quieter and do the job just as well.
She had it all figured out. She would kill Mya first, save those two sniveling brats for last, and then that way, there would be absolutely nothing standing in the way of her and Hunter getting back together again. She smiled when she thought about Hunter and their wedding, and despite some minor details that she would be resolved as soon as she, Mya, and those babies were alone, everything was actually working out. Her father’s connections put together the best team of lawyers money could buy, they said she would probably never see the inside of a prison, and once she got rid of the three amigos, she and Hunter would finally get married. She started the car. “Your day will come soon Mya,” she laughed. “Very, very soon.”
Chapter 18
“Mom, I’ll be fine,” Mya said as she hugged Sylvie. “You and Dad go on your cruise and have a good time. And besides, Hunter will be back tomorrow.”
Sylvie sighed. “Okay then. Just be sure to lock up at night and take care of my babies.”
“Dad, will you get her out of here please?” Mya chuckled, wrapping her arms around her father and hugging him.
“We love you baby and if you need anything at all you have our numbers, okay?” Henry smiled, kissing her forehead.
“Dad we’ll be fine.”
Mya stood in the doorway, and as the limo drove out of the driveway, she smiled and went back inside the house. All that nonsense with Heather was in the hands of the lawyers, so she started taking classes again online. When the boys were older she would go back to the campus, but for now, whenever the boys took their naps she would go into the library to study.
She leaned back in her father’s oversized chair and absorbed the atmosphere, finally feeling like she had a home and family. Her relationship with them was solid and not only did she feel the love they felt for her, she felt like she was part of them now. She closed her eyes and sighed with content. Hunter was even different. He was a loving father who coddled his sons. He made her feel so special whenever they were together, and now that the whole family knew about the two of them, they were open with their feelings. Ghani was pushing for a wedding, but she was not sure if Hunter was ready to take that leap so soon after the Heather issue. She agreed. Heather was out of their lives and probably won’t do any jail time because of her father’s connections, but thanks to her misdeeds, she and her family were now social outcasts. After word of Heather’s conspiracy charge hit the papers, all the high-sidity folks that the Burtons flaunted for social status turned their backs on them without blinking an eye. And because the papers plastered all of the Burton family’s business affairs on the front page, including just how broke they actually were, it looked more and more likely that Senator Burton wouldn’t run for another term office. Heather hadn’t gone to trial yet, but Mya wished she’d get jail time just to get a taste of her own medicine. That was Mya’s wish for Heather, but everybody knows that money talks. Being that the Senator was flat broke though, he must have had some dirt on somebody pretty high up.
She loved Hunter, but she wanted him to be sure that marriage to her was what he truly wanted. If not, then she could wait until he was ready. As for Hunter, he did everything in his power to make her happy as he had promised, and boy was she happy. He would be returning from Texas tomorrow, and after the boys were down for the night she had a romantic evening planned for the two of them.
Mya closed the book. Thinking about Hunter got her all worked up and there was no way she was going to get any kind of studying done now. She left the library to go check on her babies.
Sitting with her mother and listening to her whine about how their so-called friends turned their backs on them was getting on Heather’s nerves. Her father went back to Washington to announce his retirement, and to be perfectly honest, she didn’t care one bit that the two of them blamed her for their downfall. They wouldn’t be blaming her after she married Hunter and got their social status back. Everyone in Little Rock loved the Trents, and once she was officially one of them, they wouldn’t dare thumb their noses at her.
“Please Mother get over it!” Heather jeered as she rolled her eyes. “They weren’t your friends anyway!”
Helen shook her head sorrowfully. “While Henry and Sylvie Trent get to go on cruises, your father and I can barely leave the house because of you. And now he has to retire. What am I going to do when that happens?”
“Mother, did you say the Trent’s were going on a cruise?” Heather asked, trying to contain her excitement. The moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived, and that meant that Mya and those two brats would be alone in that big house all by themselves.
“Yes. Margie, the only friend I have left in this world, told me that they were leaving today. Wait. Why do you care Heather? They didn’t even like you!”
“Please Mother. When are they leaving?”
Helen’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you interested?” She asked suspiciously.
“I’m not Mom! It’s just gossip, right? When?”
“Yeah I guess so. I think Margie said sometime this morning,” Helen replied, looking at the gleam in her daughters eyes.
Ever since all this happened, Heather has been acting strangely. She caught her many times just standing there talking to herself, and then late at night Helen discovered that she walks around the house wearing the wedding dress that she was supposed to get married in. She shook her head. If anybody in this family was going to have a nervous breakdown, it should be her. Thanks to her own daughter, she was now a social pariah.
“I feel a migraine coming on,” Helen lamented, announcing that she was leaving the room. “I’m going to lie down for a while.”
“Okay Mom,” Heather replied absently, her mind a thousand miles away. Mya Trent dies tomorrow, and she hadn’t a clue about what to wear.
“What does one wear to a killing?” She cackled sinisterly before slowly walking up the stairs.
The following morning, Mya sat in the den with the boys in their swings watching Barney. She smiled, and looked at her boys as she sang the theme song. She was in the second verse of I Love You, You Love Me, when a familiar, but very unwelcome voice spoke out.
“Oh how sweet. Mommy Mya is singing to Hunter’s bastard children.”
Startled, Mya whipped her head around and there stood Heather who had her hands behind her back.
Mya saw the cold gaze on her face. “How did you get in here?” She asked, moving closer to her boys.
“Who me? Oh, I just walked in. You Trents always were bad about locking doors, but when Hunter and I get married, there will be a few changes around here that the Trents will have to learn,” she stated calmly.
“What do you want Heather?” Mya asked. Now she
was getting pissed.
Heather giggled, but it sounded more like screeching. “You don’t know little Mya?”
Mya shouted. “Look Heather, I don’t have time for games, so get out!”
“Oh Mya, Mya, Mya. I always said you weren’t part of us, and then you go and open your mouth proving me right. You have no manners at all.”
Mya was tired of this bitch. She took a step towards her, ready to throw her out of the house physically, when Heather pulled the butcher’s knife from behind her back. Seeing a look of pure evil on her face, Mya stopped dead in her tracks, even when the boys started crying she didn’t move another inch.
“That right Mya. If you didn’t know before, now you know exactly why I’m here.”
Mya had to think fast. “So you got a knife, huh? Big deal. Am I supposed to be scared or something Heather?”
“You ought to be. After I kill you, I will be killing those brats. Me and Hunter can’t have a happy life if those two bastards are around,” she said nonchalantly while cleaning her nails with the tip of the knife.
“You are a psycho!” An alarmed Mya shouted as she glanced over at her boys. Frightened by the raised voices, the two of them were screaming now.
“Shut them up!” Heather shrieked. “If you don’t shut them up, I’m going to kill them first!”
Keeping a watchful eye on Heather, Mya slowly moved over to her sons. Neither could be consoled and she didn’t dare pick them up. She scanned the room for something to knock that knife out of her hand with, and prayed that the boys kept right on screaming,
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