To My Immature Ex Boyfriend (The Inappropriate Bachelors Book 5)

by J. S. Cooper

  "How did I not know, dear? This is Bluffton. Everyone knows everything."

  Hunter and I looked at each other and laughed. That was true. You couldn't have any secrets if you lived in Bluffton.

  "So what have you guys decided to do?" Mawmaw asked me.

  "What do you mean?" I was praying to God she wasn't going to ask me about getting engaged. Yes, the relationship with Hunter was going really well. He'd actually ended up staying in San Francisco for the last couple of weeks and sent Nellie and Shelby home by themselves. But we hadn't really figured out what our plan was going to be moving forward. And we certainly hadn't discussed getting engaged anytime soon. We were a new couple and I didn't want to rush anything just in case.

  "Mawmaw, we're going to get a drink. Would you like anything? A coke or juice?"

  "Oh, Birdie. I think I could have a little trickle."

  "What do you want?"

  "How's about a scotch?"

  "Mawmaw! You're not meant to."

  "It's my anniversary party. I can have a scotch, can't I, Hunter?"

  "I think a little scotch wouldn't hurt," he nodded and then he winked at me. "With some water, of course."

  "Of course," I said.

  "Oh, come on you two. Let everyone in the family see you. I'm sure everyone will be so happy to see you guys together. Oh, and Hunter, Nellie called and she said she'll be here within the next couple of hours."

  "Oh, awesome," I grinned. I hadn't seen Nellie since she'd left San Francisco happy as can be. It would be good to see her.

  "Come on you two. Follow me."

  "We're coming, Mawmaw," I said, looking around at all the relatives that were in the room, I could see a couple of them staring at Hunter and I in surprise. I guess the trickle down network hadn't reached everyone as yet.

  "So this is going to be interesting," I said as I looked at Hunter, who was licking his lips and smiling and waving at different people.

  "Yeah, I think so," he gave me a naughty grin. "I just thought of something."

  "Oh boy. What did you think of?"

  "Do you remember that treehouse that your granddad built for you in the back of the yard?"

  "Yeah. What about it?"

  "Well, I always had a fantasy about that treehouse."

  "Um, okay. And what was that?"

  "I always had a fantasy that we would make love in that treehouse."

  "Hunter," I admonished him, hitting him on the shoulder as he chuckled. "We're not about to go to the treehouse and hook up."

  "Why not?" He gave me his most beguiling smile. "Don't you think it would be fun?"

  "No, Hunter. I'm not about to hook up with you in the treehouse of my grandparents' backyard at their anniversary party. Are you kidding me?" I shook my head. "Now come on."

  "But Birdie, wouldn't it just be so much fun?"

  "We're not here to have fun."

  "Please, Birdie." He grabbed my hand and traced circles around my palm. I gasped as a feeling of desire spread through me.

  "Hunter, we just can't do that. What if we got caught?"

  "Who's going to catch us?" he whispered. "Really? Do you think anyone is going to come into the backyard and happen to just walk up to the treehouse?"

  "I mean, I don't know but ... "

  "Come on, Birdie. It'll be fun." He gave me a little wink, laughter in his blue eyes. "Or don't tell me you lost your fun bone?

  "I haven't lost any of my fun bones," I said. "I just ... "

  "Come on, 10 minutes. Unless you're too scared."

  "Fine," I said with a grin. "Come on."

  We slipped out of the side of the house and went running through the back yard. We made it to the treehouse and I looked around. "Oh my gosh, I cannot believe we're doing this."

  "What?" he laughed. "Don't you think it will be an adventure?"

  "An adventure?"

  "Yes." He pulled me into his arms and he kissed me hard, "An adventure. Don't you love to have these adventures with me, Birdie?"

  "I love having these adventures with you. Of course, Hunter." I ran my hands through his hair. "But ... "

  "But what?" He grabbed my ass and pulled me into his erection. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach and I groaned.

  "How are you so hard already?"

  "How am I not hard already? I'm around you, aren't I?"

  "Yeah, but ... "

  "But nothing." He pulled up the bottom of my dress so that his hands were now on my panties. "Come on, Birdie."

  "You can't do this here, Hunter. Anyone could see us."

  "So then let's go up to the treehouse."

  "Hunter."

  "Birdie," he said, as he blew into my ear and kissed down the side of my cheek towards my neck. He bit on my neck and I groaned. Why did everything with him feel so sensual?

  "Come on." He grabbed my hand and we made our way up the ladder into the treehouse. As we entered the treehouse, I saw the mattress that had been on the bed for years and I groaned.

  "Oh my gosh. How long has this mattress been in here?"

  "Who cares?" he said as he pulled me down. "Oh, Birdie, I want you so badly."

  "Oh, Hunter," I groaned as his lips fell upon mine again. My hand reached to the front of his pants and I rubbed the front of his jeans so that his cock grew even harder.

  "Oh, you know there's no way we can stop now," he said as he groaned against my lips.

  "I know." I felt his fingers slipping into my panties and he rubbed my clit. "Oh, Hunter." I was wet. And he groaned at the feeling of my wetness on him. He pushed two fingers inside of me and finger fucked me as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I circled his shaft and ran my fingers up and down.

  "Oh fuck," he said. "I'm not going to last long." He sat up slightly and then pushed me forward onto the mattress so that my ass was in the air. He slipped my panties down and then positioned himself between my legs.

  "Really? We're not even going to take off our clothes?" I said, as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against me gently.

  "Do you really think we have time to get naked right now?" He grunted as he slowly inserted his cock inside of me.

  "No, but ... " I cried out as he filled me up from behind. He grabbed my hips and started slamming into me quickly. I could feel his cock thrusting in and out of me, and I screamed slightly as I fell forward.

  "Oh fuck. You feel so good, Birdie. You're so tight and wet and ready for me. You wanted this as badly as I did, didn't you?"

  "Hunter, shut up," I groaned as he pulled out of me and then waited for a few seconds. "What are you doing?" I moaned as I looked back at him.

  "I mean, I don't want to do this if you don't really want to do it," he said with a devious smile.

  "Fuck me, Hunter," I said and wiggled my ass in the air.

  "Well, if you're begging." He rubbed my ass tenderly.

  "I'm begging, please." He groaned as I wiggled my butt cheeks again. And then I felt his cock sliding into me once more.

  "Oh yeah," he grunted as he slid in and out of me and reached up and fondled my breasts through the dress. "Oh shit. I'm not going to be able to last very long," he said. And within a few seconds, he was slamming inside of me and I could feel his sperm filling me up as he exploded.

  He pulled out and I sighed as I looked at him. "Hunter."

  "Sorry," he shook his head. "Maybe I was just a little bit too excited." He pushed me down onto the mattress on my back and pulled my panties all the way off this time. Before I knew what was happening, his face was between my legs and he was licking and sucking on my clit. I closed my eyes and moaned as he brought me to orgasm with his tongue. His tongue lightly flicked my clit and that was all I needed to finally explode on his face. I shuddered on the mattress. And then he kissed his way back up to me and kissed my lips.

  He ran his fingers down the side of my face and just stared at me. "You look so beautiful after you come, did you know that?"

  "Thank you," I said with a light laug
h. "I don't know if I should say you look so handsome after you come, but that would be a little bit of a lie."

  He chuckled as he stared at me. "Then you don't have to say it."

  "I can't believe we just had sex in the treehouse." I moaned as he lightly played with my breasts. "We should go back. Mawmaw will be wondering what happened to us."

  "Yeah, I agree. I have some news for you though before we do."

  "Oh," I looked at him, staring at his handsome face, trying to remember it, trying not to think about how much I was going to miss him when I went back to San Francisco and he had to stay here.

  "I spoke to my dad this morning."

  "Okay."

  "And the merger's going through with the bank in San Francisco."

  "Oh, that's awesome."

  "And he wants me to be there..." His eyes were sparkling.

  "What do you mean?"

  "He wants me to be onsite in San Francisco for the next year." He gazed at me. "So I'll be there with you, Birdie. I'll be in San Francisco."

  "Wait, what? But I thought you never wanted to leave South Carolina. I thought you loved it. I thought you wanted to be in your home..."

  "Home is where you are, Birdie. I just want to be where you are. And maybe one day when we get married and we decide to have kids, maybe we'll move back to South Carolina or maybe we won't," he shrugged. "I don't really care anymore. I just need to be with you. I love you. You're more important to me than anything else. And I'm never going to let you go again."

  "Oh, I love you, Hunter. I love you so much." I kissed him. "And now we really better get out of here because I think I hear some little kids running toward the treehouse, and the last thing we need is to be busted."

  "Yeah, that's true," he laughed. "We've had too many incidents of public sex that have led to bad situations."

  And with that, we both laughed. Because even though there was a high probability of us getting caught, we both knew we didn't care because we had each other. And we had each other's backs and we always would because that's who we were as a couple. We were meant to be together. And this time we were old enough and smart enough to fight for it. No matter what obstacles might come in our way.

  "I love you, Hunter Augustus Beauregard III."

  "And I love you too, Birdie. Forever and always."

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  Sarah

  “Sarah, I need for you to do me a huge favor, okay?” The sweet begging note in Harry’s voice alerted me to the fact that he was going to ask me to do something I didn’t want to do. I was used to that dulcet tone, the one that made you think that butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. But I’d known Harry for too long. He’d asked me to do too many favors that had blown up in my face, to make me say yes without knowing exactly what he wanted me to do.

  “What’s the favor, Harry?” I asked my best friend, trying not to give him any encouragement. If he thought I was going to acquiesce, he’d ask me for more than one favor and I’d get off the phone wondering what I’d just gotten myself into. I was attempting to create boundaries with him. We were best friends, yes, but I wasn’t going to be his doormat any longer. He always wanted to ask me for favors, yet he was never willing to do any favors for me. Not that I’d ever really asked him for anything. But still, it seemed to be a one-way street on the favored highway.

  “I need you to go down to Macy’s and I need you to buy some Christmas presents for me.” His voice was sweet. “Please, I would owe you forever.”

  “What Christmas presents, Harry?” I frowned into the phone, wondering why on earth he wanted me to buy Christmas presents for him.

  “Oh, just stuff you think you’d like.”

  “Stuff I think I’d like? Are these presents for me?” I highly doubted it.

  “Not quite.” He coughed and immediately I was suspicious.

  “So then who are the presents for, Harry?”

  “Well, if I have to tell you...” He paused. “I don’t really want to say, because I know you’re going to judge me.”

  “Harry, tell me right now, who are these presents for?” I walked to my bedroom and sat down on my mattress. I was feeling slightly tired and was ready for a quick afternoon nap in my bed.

  “Sarah, can’t you do something for me without having to know the answers to everything? Do you have to know the why?”

  “Yes, Harry, I need to know the why.” I leaned back on my bed and yawned. “I’m tired and want to go to bed for a couple of hours. So if you’re not going to tell me...”

  “Fine. There are three girls I’ve kind of been seeing casually, and I think all of them are expecting a Christmas present. So I need for you to get them Christmas presents because I don’t have time.”

  “Oh my gosh. Are you actually asking me to get presents for your girlfriends?” This was a new low for Harry. I mean yes, we were best friends, but this was too much.

  “They’re not my girlfriends,” he protested. “You know I don’t have a girlfriend. Would I be able to spend so much time with you if I did?”

  “Oh, sorry. For your lady friends, then?” Sarcasm dripped from my voice.

  “They’re not my lady friends.”

  “They’re not your lady friends? What do you mean by that? What are they then? Aliens?”

  “They’re just ladies that I know and go out on dates with sometimes.”

  “Oh, but they’re not friends?”

  “No, I wouldn’t call them friends, necessarily. You’re my friend, Sarah. You’re my best friend. That’s why I’m asking you to do me this huge favor. You know, I will owe you one.”

  “You owe me so much already, Harry.”

  “Aw Sarah, but isn’t that what best friends are for?”

  “Harry, you know that I don’t want to get involved with you and your skanks.”

  “Now, now, they aren’t skanks.” He raised an eyebrow at me, giving me his don’t be judgmental face. “Please, Sarah. I’ll love you forever.” He spoke in that smooth voice that he normally reserved for women he was flirting with.

  “You’re already supposed to love me forever.” I laughed, while shaking my head. He had to know that the flirting voice was not going to work with me. “I’ve been your best friend your whole life, if you’re only going to love me if I buy presents for your lady nonfriends, then I guess—”

  “Well, I’ll love you forever and a day then,” he cut me off. “Please, Sarah. You know I suck at buyi
ng gifts and you’re so good. And I have absolutely no time, what with running the office, helping out with the German merger, acting as family liaison for the annual charity fashion show, and I really have no idea what to buy, you’re the one with all the fashion sense and—”

  “Fine. I’ll get them. What exactly do you want me to buy?”

  “Just choose whatever you think you’d like. Just use your intuition. You have great taste, so I trust you.”

  “Okay, no need to suck up, Harry.” I laughed. “Also, do you want three gifts that are the same or three different gifts?”

  “I don’t care. It’s up to you.”

  “And do you want cards?”

  “Do you think they deserve cards?”

  “Do I think they deserve cards?” I could hear the disbelief in my voice. “Harry, I feel sorry for these poor misguided girls. You’re a real treat to date, aren’t you? What the hell do you mean, do I think they deserve cards? Do they deserve to be treated like this?” My voice was rising as I got angrier. “The real question, is do they deserve to be treated this way, and if you want to know my answer to that, the answer is no.”

  “Oh, Sarah, don’t take it so personally. They know what’s up. They accompany me to dinners. They go with me to business events and parties. They enjoy the life I give them.”

  “Really? Do they know about each other?”

  “Well, each one of them knows they’re not my one and only. And let’s be real, if they read any of the local newspapers here in New York, they’ll see that there are other women that I’m also dating.”

  “That’s so horrible, Harry. That’s really, really horrible.”

  “Well, you told me you wouldn’t accompany me to any business events. And you know I can’t go alone, so I needed to find someone or many someones. We could avoid all of this if you would just agree.”

  “Harry. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m your lady of the month.”

  “Yeah, that’s true because you’re my lady for life.”

  “Well, you mean I’m your best friend for life,” I corrected him.