Devastated (Anger Management Book 1)

by R. L. Mathewson

  “Mmmhmm, I thought we’d shut off all the outside lights and take a stroll around the house to see if there were any homicidal maniacs waiting,” Hunter said, chuckling when she grabbed the blanket and yanked it back up with a, “I really hate you.”

  “You don’t mean that, Miss Boyd.”

  “I really do,” Kylie said, as he decided to take pity on her and reached for the remote only to sigh when the doorbell rang.

  There was a small gasp and then…

  “I told you!” the small woman in his arms said with an excited squeal as she shoved the blanket aside so that she could climb off his lap, grab the bowl of candy and race to the front door before whoever was fucking stupid enough to ring his doorbell could leave.

  “Don’t give them my Snickers,” Hunter called after her as he shoved her blanket aside.

  “They’re not yours!” came the reply that had him shaking his head, wondering when she was going to learn as he began searching for a movie that met her criteria.

  “Definitely fucking bossy,” Hunter mumbled, unable to help but smile because she was just so fucking adorable.

  “It wasn’t trick-or-treaters,” Kylie mumbled sadly, as she walked back into the living room, hugging the bowl of candy against her chest.

  “Who was it?” he asked, not really caring as he tossed the remote aside and moved to pull her back down on his lap when the asshole that he’d been avoiding all day dropped down on the couch next to him.

  “Thanks for returning my calls,” Ryan said, as he dropped a file on the coffee table.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Hunter asked, as Ryan gestured to Kylie to hand over the bowl.

  After a slight hesitation and the saddest sigh that he’d ever heard, she reluctantly handed over the bowl of candy. With a glare aimed solely at him, Ryan accepted the bowl with a muttered, “You wouldn’t answer my calls.”

  “And you can’t take a fucking hint?” Hunter asked with a glare of his own.

  “I can, but unfortunately for you, the D.A. has been on my ass all fucking day, which is why I’m here instead of spending the night with a yoga instructor whose idea of a Halloween costume is chocolate syrup and a smile,” Ryan bit out as he ripped open a Snickers bar in clipped motions and shoved it in his mouth.

  “What for now?” Hunter asked, sighing heavily as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face.

  Ryan’s gaze shifted to Kylie. “We should probably talk about this in private.”

  Taking the hint, Kylie murmured, “Goodnight,” looking almost as disappointed as he felt as she reluctantly headed for the door, ending movie night early.

  “Goodnight, Miss Bendix,” Hunter said, as he watched Kylie head upstairs.

  Over the past few weeks, he’d taken his time, learning what she liked and what she didn’t like, something that he’d never done with another woman. He knew that she liked to be touched, fucking craved it almost as much as he did. When they weren’t trying to find new and interesting ways to make each other lose control, she was with him, by his side until even that wasn’t enough for him and he dragged her onto his lap.

  She never complained. She’d just sigh, shake her head as she settled back on his lap and continued to work, but he never missed the way that she bit back a pleased smile or the way that she relaxed as soon as he had his arms around her. Sometimes when he was working, she’d simply push him back, climb onto his lap with a satisfied sigh and promptly ignored him.

  Other times she-

  “We need to talk.”

  Chapter 31

  Maybe she should go back upstairs, Kylie told herself as she stood there, watching as Hunter stood by the open patio doors watching the storm that had been rocking the house for the past two hours.

  She should definitely go back upstairs, she decided after another minute. Maybe she should-

  “What do you need, Miss Dawson?” he asked, sounding bored as he continued standing there, watching it rain.

  “I was just coming to check on you to see if you were okay,” Kylie said, worrying her bottom lip even as she berated herself for coming down here when it was clear that he wanted to be alone.

  “I’ve been trying to figure that one out for myself,” he said quietly only to shake his head with a sigh and say, “Go to bed, Miss Bonner. I’m fine.”

  “What’s going on?” she asked instead because she’d never seen him like this before.

  “Technical violations.”

  “What does that mean?” Kylie asked, as she stepped into the room.

  “According to the DA, it means that I haven’t met the requirements of my house arrest, Miss Gill,” Hunter explained with a humorless chuckle that had her frowning as she joined him.

  “What are you talking about? You’ve done everything that you’re supposed to be doing,” she said, really not understanding this since she’d made sure that he followed the rules outlined by the District Attorney’s office.

  She kept meticulous records of everyone that came to the house, filled out paperwork as soon as they sent it, and made sure that he never missed a therapy appointment. He was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing so whatever this was had to be a mistake.

  “They’re arguing that the therapy sessions have been inconsistent,” he said absently, as dread crawled up her spine.

  “But you haven’t missed an appointment,” she said hollowly because she’d actually been afraid something like this would happen since every therapist they’d sent his way had quit before the first session was over.

  “It doesn’t matter,” he murmured calmly while she stood there, feeling like she was going to be sick.

  “W-what’s going to happen?” she asked, forcing the words out as she released a shaky breath.

  “I’m going to make sure that you’re taken care of,” he promised as she stood there, staring at him in disbelief.

  “I can take care of myself, Hunter. What I want to know is what are they going to do to you,” she said, wondering why he always had to be so damn difficult.

  “They want me to redo my sentence from the comfort of a jail cell,” he said, sighing as he leaned more heavily against the doorway.

  “What? No, they can’t do that, Hunter,” Kylie mumbled weakly, as she grabbed hold of the back of the desk chair with a trembling hand as she struggled to remember how to breathe.

  This couldn’t be happening.

  They had to fix this. There had to be a way. Maybe if she-

  “It’s funny. I’m facing spending the next year of my life in prison, but I can’t stop thinking about one thing,” Hunter said quietly, making her wonder how he could be so calm about this when she felt like her world was crashing down around her.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, somehow managing to get the words out even as she began that mantra that she’d never needed to be true more than right now.

  “You,” Hunter said, as he glanced at her. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Hunter?”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you, Kylie,” he said, as he pushed away from the wall and reached for her.

  “I try to imagine what it will be like to be locked away for a year, but all I can think about is what it’s going to be like without you and it’s fucking kill me,” Hunter said, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Hunter,” Kylie promised as she reached up and covered his hand with hers.

  “No, you’re not,” he said softly, as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, taking her mouth in a slow kiss as he dropped his hands away so that he could wrap his arms around her.

  He took his time kissing her, moving his lips slowly against hers as she threaded her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t going anywhere, she told herself, but even as she tried to convince herself that everything was going to be fine, she pulled herself closer, needing to be closer to him.

  “Hunter,” sh
e said his name on a plea, not sure what she was asking for but knowing without a doubt that he would give it to her.

  Tightening his hold around her, he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss as he pressed her back against the wall. Before her back hit the wall, he was moving his hands over her, tracing the curves of her breasts, hips, and bottom where he used his hold to pull her against him so that she could feel just how much he wanted her.

  “Oh, God,” she said, letting her head drop to the side as Hunter kissed his way down to her neck, his hands kneading her bottom one last time before reaching for her shirt.

  Before her shirt hit the floor, he was taking her mouth in a hard kiss as he worked her bra free, pausing to run his fingers over what he’d revealed. He swallowed her whimper as he ran his hand over her breast, brushing his palm over her nipple, teasing it until he palmed her breast, kneading it in his hand as he slid the nipple between his fingers only releasing her breast long enough to take her bra off and drop it on the floor.

  With one last kiss, Hunter began slowly kissing his way down her body as his hands led the way, pausing to unsnap her jeans as his lips wrapped around her nipple. Her back bowed as he ran his teeth gently over her nipple and she was left with no other choice but to grab onto his shoulders when her legs threatened to give out.

  As he allowed her nipple to slowly slide free from his mouth, causing her breath to catch, he worked her pants down her legs. She stepped out of them while he kissed his way to the other breast as he slowly pulled her panties down. After taking the nipple in his mouth so that he could tease it with his tongue and slowly releasing it with a groan he resumed his torturous path down her body until he was kneeling in front of her.

  When he reached her navel, he wrapped his hand around her knee and raised her leg, guiding it over his shoulder while she stood there, licking her lips as she struggled against the urge to beg him for more. Taking pity on her, he continued kissing his way down and-

  Her breath left her lips in a hiss as Hunter ran the tip of his tongue over her slit. It felt so good, she thought as he ran his tongue over her, taking his time to tease her, as his hand slid up her thigh. When his hand reached the top of her thigh, he ran the pad of his thumb over her slit several times before using it to spread her lips and-

  Ripped a moan from her as he ran his tongue from her core to her clit with a groan. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit before tracing a path back to her core and slid inside her as he ran the pad of his thumb over her clit in time with the slow thrusts of his tongue. It felt so good, she thought as her eyes slid closed, unable to help but roll her hips even as she grabbed hold of his shirt.

  Taking the hint, he paused just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside before his mouth was back on her, licking her as he turned his hand and ripped a gasp from her as he slid a finger inside her. He slowly thrust his finger inside her as he began kissing his way back up her body. He took his time kissing his way to one breast while his hand covered the other, squeezing it gently before running his palm over the nipple, teasing it between his fingers as his mouth found the other nipple. He continued fingering her as he ran his tongue around her nipple.

  “So fucking wet,” he growled approvingly as he slid a second finger inside her.

  For several minutes, Kylie stood there, lost in a wave of pleasure while Hunter slowly fingered her as he licked and teased one nipple and then the other until she wasn’t sure that she could take anymore.

  With a whimpered, “Hunter,” she cupped his face in her palms and pulled him up for a kiss. With a groan, he allowed it, taking her mouth in a hard kiss as he continued fingering her. She dropped her hands away and reached between them, cupping him through his pants and couldn’t help but moan, because this was what she needed. She wanted to feel him inside her, needed him so much.

  “No more waiting,” Hunter said, dropping his hand away from her breast so that he could work his pants open.

  “No more waiting,” she agreed, releasing her hold to help push his pants down far enough so that she could free him as he grabbed her thigh and raised her leg, opening her up to him as he shifted so that the tip of his cock was exactly where she needed him.

  “So fucking tight,” he said with a groan that had her wrapping her arms around him and breaking away from that kiss so that she could bury her face against his neck.

  He felt so good, she thought on a gasp as he slowly worked his way inside her, pushing inside until she wasn’t sure that she could take anymore before pulling back and-

  “Oh, God,” she mumbled on a shaky breath when he did it again.

  “Look at me, Kylie,” Hunter said, as he reached down and pulled her other leg up, giving her no other choice but to wrap her legs around his waist as she met his gaze.

  Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he continued to slowly work his way inside her, sliding inside a little further each time until finally, he was pressed tightly against her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her away from the wall. His gaze never leaving hers, he carried her upstairs.

  Without a word, Hunter carried her into her room and placed her on the bed. Before her head touched the mattress, he was taking her mouth in a tender kiss as he pulled back and slowly slid back inside her. He felt so good, she thought on a whimper as he did it again with a firmer thrust of his hips. So good, she thought, tightening her hold around him as he rolled his hips with every thrust back inside her.

  She ran her hands over him, savoring the way his muscles moved beneath her hands as he moved inside her. When he broke away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, with a reverently whispered, “I’m never letting you go, Kylie,” she realized why it had never felt like this before.

  Because she’d never been in love.

  Chapter 32

  “Hunter?” Ryan called as he strolled in through the open patio doors leading to the office and dropped his briefcase on the desk before going in search of the reason why he’d had to call in every favor he had at one in the morning.

  Since he was still up, he’d decided to wake up the asshole that better start taking his house arrest seriously and share the good news with him. Not that Hunter would see it as good news, Ryan thought, chuckling as he decided to take a detour first. He headed to the kitchen and nearly groaned when he found the Tupperware bowl filled with leftover pot roast in the fridge.

  He might not be looking forward to babysitting Kylie when the time came, but God, could she cook. At least if he got stuck with her after this, he’d have one thing to look forward to, he told himself as he grabbed a loaf of bread off the counter and made himself a sandwich. He really wasn’t looking forward to playing babysitter, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Not when he owed Hunter for giving him a chance when no one else would.

  Then again, Hunter would probably forget all about her once this was over, he thought as he grabbed a Coke from the fridge and headed upstairs. If that happened, he’d find her a job somewhere safe where he could keep an eye on her, Ryan decided as he headed towards Hunter’s room only to frown when he heard something that had him heading down the hallway and-

  “Well, that explains everything,” Ryan said, chuckling when he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from Kylie’s room.

  For a moment, he contemplated going downstairs and waiting but decided against it when he spotted the large leather couch across from her room. With a sigh, he pulled his phone out and decided to answer emails while he waited. Judging by the sounds of Hunter’s groans, he probably didn’t have long to wait, Ryan thought, chuckling as he took a bite of his sandwich.

  What the hell was taking him so long? Ryan wondered sometime later as he set his empty plate on the couch next to him. Sighing, he glanced down at his watch, bored out of his fucking mind. Maybe he should grab another sandwich? he thought only to sigh in relief when he heard Hunter growl Kylie’s name.

  “Finally,” Ryan said, chuckling as he stood up, expecting Hun
ter to stumble out of the room any minute now only…

  It never happened.

  *-*-*-*

  “Can I ask you something?” Hunter asked, tilting his head back so that Kylie could run the razor over his throat.

  “Is it another favor? Because I’m still in the middle of the last favor you asked me,” she said with a teasing smile as she turned so that she could rinse his razor off before turning back around and shifting to get more comfortable on the bathroom counter as she continued shaving him.

  “You do a better job,” he pointed out as he stood there, absently running his fingertips beneath the edge of her towel so that he could caress her bare thighs.

  “That, and you’re spoiled,” Kylie said with a solemn nod and since he couldn’t argue that one, he didn’t.

  He was beyond fucking spoiled.

  For as long as he could remember, he’d always taken care of himself. He’d never really had much of a choice with parents who barely remembered that he existed on a good day. They’d made sure there was food in the house and that he had clothes on his back, but that was it. They hadn’t given a damn about him and considering what Kylie’s parents had done to her, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d been the lucky one.

  He couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for her in that house and every time he tried…

  “Are you okay?” the woman who was too fucking kind for her own good asked, as she grabbed a wet facecloth and gently ran it across his jaw in a soothing caress.

  “I’m fine,” Hunter promised her as he reached up and pushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Ryan will fix this,” Kylie promised him with a soft smile as she gently cupped his face in her hand and leaned in so that she could brush her lips against his.

  “I know he will,” he said, brushing his lips against hers, trying not to think about what would happen if Ryan couldn’t work something out to keep him out of jail.

  “What did you want to ask me?” she asked, not wanting to talk about this any more than he did as she tossed the facecloth in the sink.