“I’m sorry, I should have asked. Is that okay with you?” He seemed nervous; did he honestly think I would say no?
“Of course, it’s all right. I would love that.”
He smiled before kneeling down beside our makeshift bed and leaned down to kiss me. He reached for my tank. “But this has to go.” He smirked and lifted it over my head.
“No complaints from me on that front. The closest I’ve come to sleeping with someone recently is Taylor.”
He raised a brow. “Do tell.”
Laughing I continued, “Don’t get any ideas, buddy. We were fully clothed.”
He pretended to pout. “Way to kill a man’s fantasy.”
I grabbed my pillow and whacked him on the head. Before I knew it, I was on my back with my hands pinned above my head, and Hunter devouring my mouth.
Pulling back, he looked me in the eyes. “Is this for real?”
I smiled in response. “I was just wondering the same thing.”
He kissed me again. “Just in case it’s not, let’s not waste any time.”
I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want tonight to end. I knew when morning came, so would reality.
We got lost in each other completely, and when the sun started to rise, we finally got a little sleep.
9
Hunter
Squinting from the bright morning light streaming in, I blinked a few times trying to catch my bearings. The ceiling came into focus, and I realized where I was. I’d recognize that light fixture anywhere. A huge smile crept onto my face as the visions of last night infiltrated my foggy brain. Last night was more than I could’ve imagined. The memories were so vivid that I was instantly rock-hard. Down, boy. Rolling over, I found the sheets where she’d slept were cold. Seeing as I was at her place, I tried not to panic. She couldn’t have gone far.
Stretching a bit, my body was sore from our sexcapades and sleeping on the floor. But I wasn’t complaining. I would sleep on the floor for the rest of my life if it meant I got to spend it with her.
“Mother fucking piss and shit,” I heard Jules shout from the other room.
I jumped up quickly and ran into the kitchen, where I found a complete disaster. There were eggshells everywhere and pots and pans on the stove with various dishes of food which looked slightly edible. Utensils and dish towels were scattered about.
“Are you okay? It looks like a bomb went off in here.”
She looked up at me sheepishly and shrugged. “I tried to cook us breakfast, but I fucked it all up. I’m sorry.”
Her expression said it all. She was defeated, so I tried my best to keep my laugh at bay. She looked adorable in my T-shirt with her hair in a messy bun that looked like it was about to fall out. She had flour on her nose and all over one arm and what looked like might be peanut butter on her cheek.
I rounded the island and pulled her into my arms. “It’s the thought that counts.” I kissed her head and chuckled. How did she make such a disaster?
“I’m not usually this bad of a cook. I swear.” She leaned back to look up at me. “Good morning,” she said with a smile.
“Morning.” I took the opportunity to wipe the flour from her nose before kissing her soft and slow. She moaned sweetly, and my dick went hard again.
“Is someone happy to see me or just morning wood?”
“Definitely happy. And always at full attention for you.” I kissed her nose before turning to look around the kitchen. I kept her in my arms, but I tried to distract myself to get my hormones to settle down. I didn’t want her to think that was all I wanted from her.
“Guess we have a big-ass mess to clean up.”
She rested her forehead on my chest with a sigh.
“What were you making, anyway?”
She stepped toward the stove and lifted a pan. “Hash browns.” She lifted another pan. “Bacon.” She leaned over and started to point to things. “Pancakes and eggs.” She then opened the oven, and a huge cloud of smoke escaped. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.” She looked back at me with sad eyes. “Those were supposed to be cinnamon buns. Damn it. Could I get anything right?”
I pulled her back by the shoulders and closed the oven door. “How about we clean this up. Then we can go out and grab some breakfast at Maggie’s. That sound okay to you?”
She sighed but nodded. “Margaret asked to keep Calum until noon, so we have less than two hours. If we can get this insane mess cleaned up quickly, we should have enough time.”
“Perfect. Let’s get to it.”
She looked at me and scrunched up her face before looking down and pointing to my semi-hard cock. “Umm, aren’t you going to get dressed?”
I smirked and stepped toward her. “Why? Am I making you uncomfortable with my nakedness?”
She laughed, but a blush crept up her neck. Clearing her throat, suddenly seeming shy, she tried to bullshit me. “Definitely not. I was just thinking that you would want some clothes on before attempting to help me clean the disaster I’ve made.”
Her face turned devilish. She leaned forward, grabbed my dick, and squeezed gently. “We wouldn’t want him to get all dirty; would we?” She smiled up at me. Dirty girl.
She swiped a little peanut butter off the lid of the jar with her other hand and smeared it on the head of my cock. Looking back up at me, she tsked. “See what happens? Looks like he got a little dirty. I think I should clean him up. Don’t you?”
She got down on her knees in the middle of the kitchen, and I closed my eyes, trying not to come in her hand when I felt her hot breath on my tip. She looked up at me, and I swore it was the hottest sight I’d ever seen. I wanted to pick her up, bend her over the counter, and slam into her, but I refrained. Patience.
My cock was throbbing, aching to be in that hot mouth of hers. With her eyes on mine, she licked the tiniest bit of peanut butter off the tip and moaned. I was desperately trying not to take control, but I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. She repeated the same movement again. Motherfucker. I breathed in deep and looked down. She opened wide, and I lost all self-control.
Taking a firm grip on her hair, I held her in place while guiding my cock to the back of her throat. Slowly at first, feeling her out for how much she could take. I pumped in and out a few times, each time going deeper. She looked up at me with her big, doe eyes, begging for more. I slowly eased my way down her throat. She took every last inch of me without complaint.
“Fucking Christ. Your...mouth...feels...” I trailed off, not able to finish that thought when she swallowed around me. “Fuck! Jules, if you keep this up much longer, I’m going to come.”
She smiled around my cock and picked up the pace bringing me to the edge. I pulled back on her hair, trying to get her to stop. I didn’t want to come in her mouth.
“I can’t take much more. you need to stop.” I begged. “I want that sweet pussy of yours.”
She smirked, but instead of obeying, she gripped my ass, opened her throat, and took me deep. I gave up and let the sensations wash over me. Still grasping her hair, I held her in place and fucked her face. She gagged a little, so I eased up, but she encouraged me to keep going. As I picked up the pace, she removed one hand from my ass and moved it down between her legs.
I stopped immediately and pulled back forcefully on her hair.
“No way. That orgasm is mine. Don’t you dare,” I growled through gritted teeth.
She smiled and removed her hand, placing it back on my ass. I increased my pace, needing to come, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her pussy.
“You ready?”
She nodded, keeping her throat open.
I pumped a few more times and stilled as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed out her name as my seed emptied down the back of her throat, and she swallowed around me.
Gently pulling her off, she sucked every last drop down before pulling off with a popping sound and licking her lips.
“That was the hottest. I mean. I’ve never in my life…just
holy shit.”
She laughed, sitting back on her haunches.
“Don’t sit down. Get up here.”
She obeyed instantly, getting to her feet. I lifted her onto the counter and quickly removed the shirt she wore. Taking one nipple into my mouth, I massage the other breast. She whimpered and threw her head back. So responsive. I needed to taste her. I couldn’t wait any longer. Gently, I pushed her back down to lie on the counter. She tried to cover her body, but that wasn’t happening.
“Please don’t hide from me, Jules.” I kissed her stomach, and she squirmed.
“I just—”
“No excuses. You’re perfect. I’ll tell you that every day for the rest of our lives if I need to.”
She smiled shyly but moved her hands to her sides.
“Perfect,” I whispered as I trailed kisses down her body toward the apex of her thighs.
She watched my every move, keeping eye contact.
I stopped and kissed her bald mound and breathed her in. “You smell incredible.” I opened her legs wide and swiped my tongue through her folds. “You taste even better.”
She fell back and reached down to take my hair in her hand. Taking that as the green light, I started out slowly, teasing just like she had. Hearing her pant already and her tugging on my hair had my cock on alert. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of this woman.
I hadn’t been able to say the words, but I spelled out the letters I L O V E Y O U on her clit. Over and over again, driving her wild. She lifted her hips and ground onto my face. Inserting two fingers, I curled them upward, finding that sweet spot. She squirmed beneath me. I loved that I could drive her crazy like she did me.
“Oh, Hunter. Fuck. Right there. Don’t stop.”
Stop? Was she crazy? I could do this forever. I didn’t ever want to stop.
As I continued lapping at her pussy, she started to clench around my fingers, so close. I reached up with my free hand and pinched her nipple hard. That did it. She fell over the edge, screaming my name.
Her body went limp on the counter, legs dropping to hang over the edge. She had a dopey smile on her face, and her eyes were closed.
“You’re the sexiest woman fully clothed, but watching you come? Hottest vision ever. It puts you into a league all your own.”
She smiled sleepily. “You’re still on your post-orgasm high.” She laughed lazily at her bad joke.
“Although true, that doesn’t change the truth. You’re beautiful.” I leaned down and kissed her stomach before slowly making my way up to her mouth. “Like I said: every single day for the rest of our lives.”
She smiled but didn’t say another word before sitting up and looking around. “At this rate, we’re never getting this mess cleaned up.”
My dick was rock-hard. At this rate, she was going to think that’s all I wanted from her. I looked up at her just as she licked her lips. “Uh-uh. No more, you minx. I’m going to get some pants on so we can get this mess cleaned up.”
I reached up to kiss her lips when she pouted. “We have all the time in the world.” I felt her stiffen, so I pulled back to look at her, but she didn’t make eye contact. “What’s wrong?”
She looked anywhere but at me, and her legs swung back and forth nervously.
I put my hands on her knees to stop the movement. “Talk to me, Jules.”
She looked down at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes. “I just—” Her voice broke, and she took a shaky breath. “I already told you. I’m leaving. I just can’t stay.”
My heart shattered into a million pieces right there among the chaos of the kitchen. “But we just—” I pointed to the counter “And we did—" I looked toward the living room. “Did that mean nothing to you?” My voice cracked. I was so confused and a little irritated.
She looked surprised at my question. “Of course, it did. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Uh. I don’t fucking know. How about the fact that I’ve just had the best night and morning of my life and you’re talking about leaving again? I’ve dreamt of being with you for so long. How I am supposed to let you go again?”
She sighed and tried to take my face in her hands, but I stepped back. I couldn’t believe this was still happening. Did she not feel what I felt?
“Hunter, please. This did mean something to me. You mean something to me. But it’s not just me I have to think about. Calum needs me to be happy, and the constant reminders of my mother are taking a toll on me. Sure, we’ve had an amazing time living in a bubble, but that’s not my reality.”
I dropped my head forward, trying to calm the waves of emotion crashing into me. I didn’t want her to see me cry. I couldn’t let her do this to me again. Instead, I got myself in check and looked up with a fake smile plastered on my face. “I understand.” That was all I said before walking out of the room to get my boxers and pants. I definitely didn’t have to worry about my dick anymore. He was well aware that playtime was over.
Small arms wrapped around me from behind, and I stiffened.
“I’m sorry. I need time to mourn her at a distance.”
“It’s fine. You do you.” I wanted to add like you always have, but I refrained. I didn’t want to fight with her. I’d just try my best to enjoy the short time we had left. I turned in her arms and gave her a quick hug and kissed her on the top of her head. “Let’s get that kitchen cleaned up. We’ve wasted enough time this morning.”
She became rigid in my arms. Not willing to take back my words, I pulled away and headed to the kitchen to clean up.
A few minutes later, Jules walked into the kitchen. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying. I’m such a dick. I should apologize, but I was pissed at her for doing this all over again. She was making a rash decision. She should stay here with people who loved her and could help her through the loss. But instead, she wanted to run from her problems.
We cleaned the kitchen in silence. It was done before we knew it. Well, other than the sink full of pots and pans that were soaking.
“All done.”
She jumped at the sound of my voice.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s just been so quiet that it took me by surprise.” She shrugged and gave me a half smile.
“Do you mind if I grab a shower? I have some spare clothes in my truck.”
She raised a brow. “You keep an overnight bag in your truck?”
It was cute that she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion, and for a second, I contemplated letting her think her assumption was correct. But I didn’t. I wasn’t that guy, and I wouldn’t want anyone, much less Jules, to think of me that way.
I smirked. “I don’t keep an overnight bag in my truck. I keep a bag with spare clothes in it for work. I have a set of grungy work clothes and a set of nice work clothes, which happens to be what I wear daily. Jeans and a tee. I get dirty at work a lot, so I like to be prepared. It was cute how you got a little jealous there, though.” I laughed.
She gaped at me. “Jealous? Not quite. I figure most men are cocky, and therefore keep spare clothes in case they spend the night at an unsuspecting victim’s house.” She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
“Unsuspecting victim? Is that what you are?” I arched a brow.
She broke and burst out laughing. “Yes, the torture.”
I grabbed her and started to tickle her in the crook of her neck. It was always the place that drove her crazy. She started to squirm, trying to get away, but I wasn’t having it. She squealed and moved all over when she suddenly dropped to the ground.
“Damn it.” I forgot that was how she always got out of it.
“You, fucker. You know how much that drives me crazy.” She panted on the ground.
“Isn’t that the point of tickling?”
She rolled her eyes. “All right. No more tickling. We don’t have much time before I have to grab Calum. Go grab your victim clothes, and you can use the master bath. I’ll use the other one.”<
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My brows creased in confusion. We can’t shower together? I thought it, but I didn’t say it. “Sounds good to me.”
I grabbed my clothes from the truck and took a shower. My cock wouldn’t stop thinking about how Jules was on the other side of the wall, all naked and wet. Fuck. I took my dick in my hand and rubbed one out to the vision of Jules on her knees in the kitchen. The hottest image in the spank bank. All of them were of her, but that one got moved to the top.
Her shower was still going when I got dressed. She’d always been super low-maintenance, but I was positive it was impossible for any chick to shower faster than a guy.
Ten minutes later, I sat on her old bed across the hall, waiting for her. She walked out in a tiny-ass towel and her hair in another. I scanned her body from head to toe. Mmmm. Jules wet. She was fucking sexy as hell.
She looked down at herself. “I don’t think Mama realized that they sell bath towels. These have got to be the smallest towels on earth.”
“I’m not complaining,” I mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” I smiled up at her innocently.
She rolled her eyes and strolled over to grab her clothes, dropping her towel as she went. I groaned. She looked over her shoulder, and she winked. I was a little shocked, seeing as she was so shy about her body downstairs. I was definitely enjoying the sudden boost in confidence, and my cock took notice. It was never going to stop if she kept this shit up.
When she was dressed, she stalked toward me and straddled my lap, taking my mouth like a woman on a mission. Again, no complaints. As much as this was going to make things worse when she left, I couldn’t turn her down. It wasn’t in me.
I quickly took control of the kiss and rolled us over so I was hovering above her. I slid one hand slowly up her shirt. The sound of her phone ringing from the charging dock on the side table had me sighing. I slumped down beside her so she could grab it. She lifted the phone but straddled me again before answering.
“Hello?” She must not have known who was calling based on the number because her face was scrunched up in confusion. “This is she. Oh. Hi, Mr. Michaels. I’ve been waiting to hear from you. I couldn’t find your information in any of my mother’s papers.” Guess she knew who he was now. “Sure. Not a problem. I’ll be there as soon as possible. Thank you.” She placed the phone back on the nightstand. “That was my mom’s estate lawyer. He asked me to come down immediately.”
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