Heart of the Hunter (17 page)

Before I had time to beg him to put himself inside me, he flipped me over so my face was pressed against the hood of the car and I felt him lift my backside up and spread my legs wide.

Then he entered me.

I couldn’t understand it, but as he edged himself inside me from behind, I could feel him go deeper than he had earlier. It was like his cock had grown since that afternoon. He had nearly ripped me open before, but it was no less of a shock when he filled me this time. He slowly pulled out and I gasped in relief, placing my forehead down on the cool hood of the car. As he pushed into me again, he put all of himself inside. I felt a scream escape my lips that I was sure could be heard by the entire town.

He was filling me completely and I desperately moved my hands across the car, struggling to find anything to hold onto, to steady myself as he started to plunge quicker and deeper. He thrust himself into me and then back out again, over and over, like an animal pounding its prey. I was completely at his mercy. Each thrust brought a new level of pure ecstasy as he opened me up wider each time. It wasn’t painful. Every time, my pussy opened further for him, and every time, I cried out for more. I couldn’t control myself. The way my body was spread across the car, the sounds that poured out of my mouth. I reached back and put my hands on Hunter’s hard thighs so I could feel him moving back and forth. I tried to pull him further into me, hoping he would take me to new heights again. And he did. Over and over.

“Holy fucking shit, Kelly. You feel so fucking good,” Hunter panted from behind me.

Hearing his voice only made everything I was feeling intensify. Every sensation and burst of warm, electric bliss as he plunged into me was made more extreme just knowing that he was the one behind me, sending me into such a frenzy.

I felt his hands slam down on my ass and he squeezed with all his might as he pushed his cock harder into me. I lifted my head up and threw my hands on the windshield again, trying to steady myself, but felt them slip down to the bottom. I finally grabbed hold of a windshield wiper and gripped it tight as we moved in perfect time with each other. I lowered and raised my hips, grinding into him with every pump of his massive, pulsing cock. I heard him groan harder with every movement. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I thought I was going to black out and bit down on my lip to keep myself in the moment.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on the back of my head, wrapping itself in my hair, and he pulled me up onto my knees. I heard a moaning by my ear and realized we were cheek to cheek. I reached over my head and behind me, trying to dig my fingers into the back of his neck and realized I hadn’t let go of the windshield wiper. I’d torn it from the car when he pulled me back. It fell to the hood and Hunter grabbed it and threw it across the garage in one furious swipe of his massive hand. He kept his left hand in my hair and with every thrust he pulled my head back so I was left screaming at the ceiling in ecstasy.

“Hunter. Baby. I need to come. Please. Can I come, baby?”

I could barely gasp out the words and wasn’t entirely sure whether I had even spoken.

“Your fucking pussy feels so good, Kelly. I’m going to fill you with my come. Do you want me inside you, baby?”

As he pumped harder and deeper into me, I could feel myself getting weaker, but every time I dropped my head, his hand pulled it right back next to his.

He moved his one arm from my hair to around my throat and turned my head so that I was looking right into his face. He was leaning over my shoulder from behind, his face just an inch from mine, and I struggled to focus on his eyes. I was looking into those fiery eyes as he furiously fucked me. His other hand dropped from around my abdomen and reached around me, rubbing small circles on and around my clitoris.

I cried out as if we were the only people on the planet. I could hear the sounds of my screams mix with the sound of his grunting thrusts, echoing together and filling the garage.

“Hunter, yes. Please baby, can I come?”

I needed to let all this pleasure pour out of me, but like before, I couldn’t allow myself to do it unless he said it was time. I have no idea why. I just couldn’t bring myself fully to the climax I wanted and needed so badly without his permission. He was in control of my body. He’d taken that control from me without ever asking for it. He could do with that power whatever he wanted.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to focus on every beautiful and piercing shot of electricity that moved from my core to every corner of my body. Finally, he spoke after what seemed like an eternity.

“Look at me, Kelly. I want to watch you come. I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with every last drop of me. I want to see your soul the moment it becomes mine.”

I opened my eyes and found his sharp gaze staring right back. With his permission, and him inside me in every way possible, I finally came. Neither of us looked away from each other for even a second. It was like he was inside my soul.

Suddenly, I couldn’t hear a sound. All I could focus on was the multiple explosions that erupted from inside me as Hunter pushed hard and deep into my center. I came harder than I ever thought possible, and I could feel him coming inside of me. I could feel him releasing all of himself into my core and could feel it spreading across my insides. He never broke away from my eyes. We just stared into each other as our bodies came together in perfect bliss.

I collapsed, cheek down, onto the hood of the car and felt Hunter let his hard body softly fall onto mine.

I could feel his forehead resting on the back of my head, his breath on the back of my neck, and his perfect cock still throbbing inside me. There was nothing else in the universe except him, me, and his semen flowing into my fertile body.

Chapter 32

Kelly

W
E JUST LAY THERE ON
the car. I don’t know how long it was, and I didn’t care to even think about it. All I could feel was Hunter’s body on mine and the foggy haze of satisfaction that was holding us both.

Hunter finally pulled himself out of me. He slid his hard and sweaty body across mine and lay with his back against the hood of the car. He was breathing, deep and slow, and he stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t leaving. I lay with my stomach pressed against the cool metal and gazed over at him.

This was a man.

Every inch of him was carved out of stone. His massive frame lay there on the car, completely satisfied by me. There was no second guessing and no insecurity. He knew who he was and he didn’t try to hide it. He wore his tattoos with pride and took what he wanted, when he wanted. As I watched his sweat run and drip over his hard chest and stomach, I realized that this man, this man that I had just met, would be inside me forever. I felt like I knew him better than most of the people I’d held dear for years. Everything surrounding him was a mystery, but the man himself was as simple and primal as anyone could be. Pure and unapologetic power. I wanted to stretch out and lay my head on his chest, but I didn’t want to break apart whatever thoughts were running through his head.

“Goddamn it, Kelly,” he said when he finally spoke. He rubbed the stubble on his face and swept the sweaty hair from his eyes. “I never came that hard in my entire fucking life. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”

He turned his head to the side and looked at me with his deep, blue eyes. He was serious. He wasn’t lying. He never lied about the things that mattered.

I smiled at him with pure satisfaction and slowly slid across the hood so that, lying next to him, our bodies were in contact. Then I leaned my head against the side of his chest.

I waited for him to slide away from me, but instead I felt him bring his arm around me and pull me closer.

Everything felt perfect.

I had never been with someone like this, and lying there in his massive arms, feeling his heartbeat through his chest, I felt more at ease than I had in years. More than that, I felt he did too.

“Kelly,” he said hesitantly. “I’m not, I’m not the guy you think I am. I mean, I’m not a good fucking person.”

I lifted my head so my chin was resting on his chest and I looked up at him with a gentle gaze.

“Who said I thought you were a good person?” I said slyly.

He slid his arm out from under me and sat up on the hood.

“No, listen, Kelly. I’m fucking serious here. You saw me beat up a couple dumb punks in a diner and, well, we’re doing whatever
this
is,” he said, and let his hand brush over the lips of my wet pussy, “but you have
no
fucking idea who you’re lying next to.”

He was leaning with his back to the windshield, I could see every tattooed muscle moving with each breath he took.

I pulled myself up and leaned against the windshield next to him, the cold glass feeling good against my hot skin.

“Well, so, tell me. Tell me who you are.”

He turned his head to the side and shot me a glance as he laughed reluctantly.

“You have no fucking idea” he whispered.

“So tell me,” I repeated, louder.

He looked at me and let out a sigh, as if he was seriously considering it. Then he shook his head.

“If you knew who I was, you’d fucking hate my guts,” he said.

Then he slid off the hood of the car and walked toward his messy pile of filthy clothes.

“So you’re just going to leave me again?” I said, losing my nerve. I let my voice rise, even though I knew that would make him want to leave even more. I couldn’t help it. “That’s what you’re good at, right? This afternoon, before you saw me on the street tonight, now, every single time, the only thing on your mind is how you’re going to get out of this mess, even as you’re creating it. Big, tough, Hunter has to run away from a little girl before she gets her claws into him. Is that it? Is that what you’re so afraid of? Because if it is, you’re a coward.”

He didn’t look at me as I spoke. He made no sign that he even heard my words. He just began to slip his clothes back on.

“See. I knew it. Running away again,” I shouted.

Then he shot me a glance. I felt as if he was about to leap across the room and grab my throat.

“Who said I was fucking running away?” he said, seething through gritted teeth. “I’m putting my fucking clothes on.”

He walked back over to where my clothes were spread out, picked up my shirt and shorts and threw them at me. I caught them and covered myself.

“I said you had no fucking idea.
I did not
say I was fucking leaving you. Got that?”

I nodded my head as I slipped my shorts back on and slid my top over my head.

Hunter walked to the table and picked up his old buddy, Jack Daniels, and took a long drink. Then he slammed it down on the table and lit a cigarette. He pulled a chair across the room and sat on it, facing me.

He looked immaculate. Everything I wanted in a man was sitting in front of me. We had broken through every conceivable physical barrier and now the mystery that was Hunter was about to unravel before my eyes.

“It’s not just that I’m
not a good guy
, Kelly,” he said, flatly, as he took a drag of his cigarette. “I’m a fucking bad guy. I’m
the
bad guy, the one you’ve always been warned about by whoever raised you, and now I’m dragging you into my whole shit filled world with me.”

“Hunter, I don’t care,” I started but he cut me off.

“No, listen here. You
do
fucking care. You fucking care a lot, all right?”

He was sitting in his chair, smoking and shaking his head.

“Hunter, please. You made me say it. You know it’s true.”

He just stared back at me, blowing smoke and running his hand over the hair on his face.

“What’s true?” he said harshly.

I took a deep breath. It sounded strange now that I was going to say it in earnestness.

“What’s true, Kelly?” he said again, more insistently.

I got the impression that if I didn’t speak up soon, he’d get up and leave that garage, and me, forever.

“What you made me say,” I said, sounding weaker than I’d intended.

“What did I make you say?” he sighed, losing patience with me.

“That I’m,” I paused, trying to build up my courage to say what I needed to say. “That I’m
yours,
Hunter.”

His eyes widened a little then. He looked right at me. I had no idea what he was going to do. No idea if he was going to get up and walk out of my life forever. For a second I was afraid he might even strike me. The intensity in his eyes was overpowering.

But then it all softened in an instant, and the man I thought I knew returned.

The slightest hint of a smile crossed his lips, and his eyes became tender, almost loving.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I know. It’s fucking true. I don’t want it to be, and trust me, sweetheart, neither do you.”

His blue eyes shot daggers at me, penetrating me every bit as deeply as his cock had, moments ago.

“Well, that doesn’t matter now does it? I’m yours, Hunter. You know it. I know it. Now, tell me what the hell does that mean? Because I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.”

I moved off the hood of the car and approached his chair. His eyes never left me the entire time, and I saw the small smile reappear across his lips. I stood in front of him, taking his head in my hands. He pulled me down onto his lap, and then brought his lips to mine.

He brushed his coarse lips against my soft, smooth ones. I basked in the warmth of his breath, the softness of his eyes, the scratchy texture of his stubble.

He let out a small laugh.

“It means we are both completely fucked, Kelly.”

Chapter 33

Hunter

K
ELLY WAS JUST STARING UP
at me with her big, beautiful, green eyes like I was all she needed in the whole fucking world.

Who the fuck was this girl? Every time she got closer to me, all she wanted was more, and the more she wanted, the more I wanted to give to her.

I knew I should walk out of her life and leave her the fuck alone, but I couldn’t. I had known her one fucking day and I felt like she knew me as well or better than anyone else on the planet. She was mine, and wherever I was going, I knew she was coming with me. It was bad for me and it was awful for her, but there was nothing that could be done about it. It was time she got the full story and understood just what it meant to be forever a part of my godforsaken existence.