Blindsight: Part Two (4 page)

“Good. I like you right here with me.” He placed a pressing kiss against my lips as the car rumbled off down the twisting dirt road.
 

“No walking this time? I quipped.
 

“Funny, Princess.” His grin tilted and my insides eased a little. I settled into the seat and watched the burnt orange sun set over the ocean sparkling out every window. I was in paradise again with Hunter, a beautiful man born into chains weighted down by obligation and greed by a man who acted a fatherly figure. For the first time, I would have to struggle to relax with him. It made me feel off-kilter in a way I never anticipated.
 

“I’m gonna go for a swim,” I announced a few hours later after we’d eaten dinner and Hunter had said that he was going to take a walk to scout shooting locations.
 

“If you have a death wish maybe,” he grunted and stood from the table.
 

I rolled my eyes and flung the towel over my shoulder, my bathing suit already on beneath my sundress. “I’ll be fine. It’s shallow; you can see everything for miles,” I protested, gesturing to the shimmering water,

“I told you, you can’t go anywhere without me. Consider it a new rule.”

“What?! No way, Hunter.”

His grin only widened the angrier I got. “Water looks great.” He shrugged his shirt over his broad shoulders, and I had to force my eyes away to avoid staring at his perfectly sketched torso.

“I hate you,” I seethed and stomped off the wood deck and into the sugar sand. His laugh followed behind me.
 

“Erin!” he called a minute later when I was out on the beach far ahead of him, the moon dipping below the horizon and casting navy shadows across the landscape.
 

I sped up, peeling my dress over my shoulders as I walked and let it drop in the sand, continuing to the lapping waves.
 

“Don’t walk away from me.” He caught me just as my toes touched the warm wetness. My eyes cast to his fist at my elbow, up his golden dusted arms, and to his eyes.
 

“Let me go,” I gritted and pulled my arm from his grip.
 

“Never,” he breathed, sinister determination falling from his lips.
 

“Hunter.” I choked on his name, the emotions too much, the bubbling and churning I’d been feeling in my gut for the last two days finally overwhelming me.
 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, Erin. If you don’t do that, I promise, you’ll always be fucking safe.” He hauled me into his arms, his heavy biceps wrapped around my shaking shoulders as we stood in the soft frothing surf. I shuddered and let out all the anguish tensing my muscles into his comforting embrace. “You took my choice away! What if I just wanted to be your PA, never know anything more? How could you?!” I spat as I looked up at his piercing eyes through watery tears.
 

“You were
never
just my PA.” His sonorous voice soothed as he spoke the words against my forehead.
 

“Hunter…” My heart broke as he held me.
 

“I’m sorry, Erin. It’s true. I hired you to keep you with me.” He pushed his fingers through my hair and held me to him like a father comforting a terrified child.
 

“Why is this happening to me?” I sobbed, unable to see beyond my own sheltered life.

“I don’t know why, but I’ll figure it out. I’ll beat JW at his own game, but beating him requires keeping him close. I swear to you though, as long as you’re with me…” He trailed off and pulled away, his hands at my shoulders, his eyes boring into mine. “Remember I said you can’t act out of character? No extra calls to Brant, no texts.”

“Okay.” I nodded as I swiped at the damp heat at my temples.

“You can’t go through with that divorce either.” His voice nearly cracked when his thumb and finger pulled a curl of brown hair from my forehead. The divorce. How had he even known? “I’m sorry, soon, but not yet,” Hunter continued. “We’ve got to let this shake out with JW, then we’ll know where we stand, but until then, nothing out of the ordinary.” His fingertips kneaded at the tense muscles as fear and frustration rolled in my stomach.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head softly. “Are you sure we can’t just call the police? I don’t want him to...die.” I finally succumbed to the facts.

“I’ll do everything in my power to keep Brant alive, but JW is a loose cannon. He’s on a rager about Brant. This has been coming for a long time; that’s the feeling I get,” he finished sadly.
 

“So you never even needed a personal assistant?” I whimpered, all the new information washing over me in deadly waves.
 

“Well, sorta.” He looked at me and his face broke out in a sheepish grin. “I’m shit at keeping everything together, and when I saw the position you were in…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken words hanging loud in my ears. He knew more about me than I thought; he knew more than I could have dreamed. He knew everything. “Are you going to be okay tomorrow? The couple will be here at eight, but take the morning off. Hell, take the whole weekend off, take the time you need, Erin.” His thumbs whispered across my jawline in an attempt at soothing me.
 

“No, I’ll be fine.” I sucked in a slow breath feeling my lungs expand. “I just need to swim and then relax.” I turned out of his arms then, dropping my towel in the crystal sand and stepping deeper into the water.
 

“About that…they do have sharks down here, so…not sure if you’re really safe…” His eyes trailed the shoreline looking for danger.
 

“Man, I’m in danger wherever you take me, huh?” I huffed, unable to keep the smile from lifting my cheeks, before dipping down into the bath-warm water and feeling it soak into my muscles.
 

“Funny!” I heard Hunter before I felt him. His arms came around my waist and pulled me against him, smooth palms running in rivers up and down my body, adding to the calming effect of the water on my muscles.
 

“You shouldn’t touch me like that anymore. This is so complicated,” I said, but my eyes fell closed as a sigh fell off my lips.
 

“I’ll stop as soon as you ask me to.” His voice in my ear sent shivers pummeling between my thighs.
 

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m married?”

“Do you feel married here?” His huge hand covered my chest, directly over the place my heart thumped resounding beats. I searched my mind, my heart, the dark caverns I hated to admit to anyone, before I shook my head vigorously.
 

“I haven’t felt married in two years,” I answered. “I thought I loved Brant at one time--he took care of me, showered me in gifts, wooed my mother and had us all fooled.” A shiver ran down my spine when I remembered the first time he'd shoved me into a mirror, cracking it and my heart into splinters. Leaving after that felt almost impossible, the fear of Brant's reaction, my complete inability to support myself financially. I couldn't see the way out. I didn't think there was one. But my way out was coming. I could feel it.

“I didn’t think so,” he said. “So no, I don’t mind that you're still married.” His hand wrapped around my neck and weaved into my hair, his lips pressing against mine in a decadent kiss that had my toes curling into the abrasive granules beneath my feet. “I’m going to want you to get that divorce at some point though,” he growled in my ear before sliding me down into the waves with him, until everything but our heads were submerged, and I was perched around his waist, my core pressing against his straining erection as the water swayed around us.
 

“Promise everything is going to turn out?” I squeaked, nestled into his neck.
 

“With every fucking beat of my heart, Princess. I’d die protecting you.” His heavy palms fisted at my ass cheeks before one hand roamed up my back and unhooked the top of my bikini. It floated in the water behind us as Hunter’s hand twisted in my wet hair and pulled, arching my neck before his lips found the pulsing vein running down my throat.

“Tell me why. Why would you die protecting me?” I asked, as muddled thoughts floated in my brain.
 

He nipped at my throat. “It’s my job,” he responded before drawing long sucks on the flesh at my neck. “I need to feel you, Princess, to know we’re okay.” His ravaged voice hummed against my skin and sent shivers coursing through my system. His hands pushed under the waistband of my bikini bottoms as if asking for permission. I clutched at his biceps and rocked against his hard-edged hips that were digging into the sensitive flesh at my thighs before his thumbs yanked the tie on my bottoms and I found myself naked in the ocean around his waist.

I fumbled between us to release his heavy cock from his swim shorts and sighed when he made delicious, sweet contact with my entrance. With one long groan he slid into me slowly, making me forget what it was ever like to be without him.
 

“Christ, Erin,” he groaned as his fingers tightened and he was thrusting with force, digging into my soft flesh. “You had every fucking reason to leave and you’re still here,” he grunted into my neck as he fucked me.
 

“How could I? You forced me to stay with you,” I grunted.
 

“I can't be with you everywhere.” His breath washed across my neck. “You could sneak out when I sleep.” He accentuated his last word with a forceful thrust.

“Don’t talk, please don’t talk.” Garbled words came out of my throat as all the secrets, all my guilt, all the world crashed in on us while he fucked me until I lost my senses.
 

“You keep me fucking balanced; you can’t leave,” he growled and wrenched me from my spot atop his cock and hauled me up the shore, pressing my hands and knees into the wet sand and gripping at my ass.
 

I whimpered as the salt spray stung my eyes, and I felt his delicious tongue slide between my ass cheeks and lick my tight bud until I was short of breath and so ready to feel him buried deep inside me again.
 

“Beg, Princess. Beg me to fuck your ass,” he snarled and his hands tightened, his heavy body bent over mine, the waves pushing us against the shore as his hands latched both of my wrists and stretched me across the granules.
 

My sensitive breasts raked against the damp grains as I twisted and felt his hands kneading at the delicate flesh.
 

“Don’t make me say it again.” His grip tightened and my eyes fell closed, my body slumping as I finally gave into the mad raging lust pulsing through my veins. I tried to deny him, every day I always did, but he was undeniable. The pull, the attraction, the constant need to just
be
with him overwhelmed me. Nothing hurt when Hunter was there. Everything felt easy and at peace, like all would turn out okay, and just as I sucked in one more breath to confess that I loved him, he interrupted me with his tongue. Slow and steady he tongued the tight bud of my ass, stretching and preparing me for what I knew was next.

“I want you everywhere, every inch of you I want to own. I’ll keep you safe, and you’ll give me your body whenever I fucking want it. Got it, Princess?” His hands twisted my arms in warning and a devilish smile turned my lips as I enjoyed the sweet humming of his words against my back side and the delicious bite of his fingers at my wrists.
 

“Yes, yes, please.” I finally submitted and rocked my hips to meet his rhythm.

“That’s it, baby.” His fists loosened and I felt the cool air of the night breeze against my back side before I felt his wet pants fall a second before his cock was probing at my ass. With his fingers pushing between my thighs, I arched my hips and felt the tip of him stretch the snug opening at my back entrance.
 

I sucked in lungfuls of air and twisted in the sand, feeling it grate against my over-sensitized skin before one palm ran up my torso, curling over my ribs and across the curve of my breast as he pushed in. I groaned and pulled away on reflex against his intrusion, but his heavy hands at my waist pulled me back and he sat inside me, unmoving, waiting for the muscles to stretch and accommodate him.
 

“Deep breaths, baby.” He pulled against him and ran his fingers through my hair as he breathed in my ear soothing words. Only he could ever calm me like this, with his dirty mouth and wicked cock and gentle hands. He was heaven and sin wrapped in a brutally beautiful package. “Just get used to me. Feel your body accepting me, me taking you. Let it happen,” he crooned as his hands worked around my neck, gripping and massaging my throat, cutting off my air supply and then releasing slowly, allowing my lungs to fill with air and whoosh out in relaxing puffs.
 

Finally I settled and began to feel the familiar lust surging again. With his fingers rubbing at my clit, he bent me over the sand, caging me in and burying his thick length in my ass, fucking me in the foamy, white surf. Amid the roar of the ocean, he owned me. He claimed me as his, and I let him.

six

The light of the moon faded into my vision as I came to, the vestiges of my orgasm still pulsing through my body. Hunter lifted me from the sand, naked and damp with salt water, and trudged up the path we’d come down until he took confident steps up the wooden deck and placed me on my feet, wrapping me in a soft blanket and settling me in an overstuffed lounger. I curled into the soft knit fibers of the blanket and snuggled deeper, my eyes fluttering closed with the scent of lush tropical flowers swirling in the air.
 

I was roused awake, I’m not sure how much later, to the smell of fragrant herbs wafting in the air and the pop of a bottle of champagne. My eyes flickered open to find Hunter standing there, soft knit pants hanging low on his tantalizing hips, a chef’s towel over one shoulder, pouring us each a glass of bubbling golden liquid. “You made dinner?” I sat up in my chair, drowsy from sleep and sex and love.
 

“Not much…I did what I could. Apparently they thought a world class chef was staying here. How the fuck am I supposed to cook sea urchin?”