His Every Defense (3 page)

Hunter shook his head again. “No. He doesn’t want to see it. He’s probably going to find a way to blame someone else for what happened—or maybe he’ll even blame you.”

“Me?” she laughed. “How did I go and hit myself on the head?”

“He won’t blame you in such an obvious way. But he will blame you, because it’s easier than doing real police work. I know the type.”

Kallie didn’t say anything to contradict Hunter’s opinion. He was clearly frustrated and seemed to have formed a strong opinion about Detective Phillips in a very short time, which Kallie didn’t think made much sense. And Kallie didn’t understand how he could be so certain that they guy wouldn’t end up helping them somehow.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, finally. “As long as I have you, I’m not worried.”

He smiled, as if her vote of confidence had appeased him. “Then don’t worry.”

***

The next few hours were incredible. Hunter did everything for her, whether it was fixing her a meal, or a snack, or running a bath for her.

Hunter seemed to like taking care of her, Kallie thought.

Later on, he set her up comfortably in the “TV room,” which was a room in the house she’d never seen previously. It had very comfortable chairs and a small couch, as well as an inordinately large television that took up an entire wall.

Hunter spread out a warm, cozy blanket and pillow for her on the couch, and found a small footstool for her to rest her foot on.

As she got settled, he asked her what she was in the mood to watch.

Kallie shrugged. “I don’t know. Anything will do.”

“Give me a name. A movie, any movie.”

She thought about it. “I kind of feel like watching Legally Blonde.”

He made a face. “Really?”

“Hey, you asked—don’t make fun.”

“I’m not making fun.” He then walked to the opposite wall and opened what looked like a closet door, which in fact opened up to reveal an entire wall of DVDs.

There must have been hundreds, if not thousands of them.

“Oh my god! What the heck? That’s your film collection?”

“I’m in the biz, as they say, so it’s kind of my job.” He started scanning through them. “They’re arranged in alphabetical order, by title, so…” he continued scanning, running his finger down the stacks and stacks of cases. Finally he stopped. “Aha.

Legally Blonde.” He snatched it from the stack and turned to look at her. “Are you sure this is what you want to watch? I couldn’t interest you in something else—Goodwill Hunting, Out of Sight, maybe even Ghostbusters if you’re in a particularly kooky mood?”

“Nope. I want to watch that one.” She pointed at the movie he was holding.

Hunter made a disappointed face and then went and popped it in the DVD player.

“Do you like popcorn?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t like popcorn?”

“Just checking. Butter or—“

“Of course, butter—what do I look like, a crazy person?” she laughed.

He shook his head and left the room, while the opening credits of the film began.

Within minutes, he was back with a bowl of popcorn and a can of Diet Coke.

Then he sat down next to her on the couch and watched Legally Blonde, and he even laughed at more than a few parts.

When it was over, Kallie turned to him. “Why couldn’t it have been like this at the beginning between us? Why did everything have to be so hard?”

Hunter just shook his head. “It’s not that simple. And it won’t ever be simple,”

he finished.

“I don’t understand what that means. Why can’t it be simple? Why can’t we just be happy and in love like Nicole and Red?”

“Nicole and Red?” Hunter asked, rolling his eyes. “Where do I start?”

“They’re in love. Red would do anything for her.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Exactly. So what do you mean that it isn’t simple?” she asked him.

He sighed. “I still haven’t told you everything, Kallie.”

“I don’t understand. What’s left to tell? What could be so bad?”

Hunter couldn’t meet her gaze. He studied the floor. “I just…there are certain things that happened to me, certain things that I won’t ever forgive myself for. And I don’t think I can ever be truly happy. I’m always going to be…missing something.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re one of the kindest, gentlest souls,” she said, and touched his cheek.

He flinched away and stood up, his face red. “Kind?” he said, his voice rising.

“Gentle?”

She refused to be intimidated by his sudden volatility. “Yes, I think so,” she replied.

“Gentle soul?” He laughed without a trace of humor. “I have no fucking soul left,” he hissed, and then he stormed out of the room and the door slammed behind him.

***

Kallie didn’t see Hunter for an hour or so. She got up and hobbled over to the stacks of movies and found another one to watch.

This time, she decided to go with Goonies—she’d loved that one since she was a little girl. It reminded her of home, of Ohio, and a simpler time when the biggest problem in her life had been how to get her mother to let her stay up half an hour later at night so she could play with her older brothers.

Midway through the film, Hunter came back in, sheepishly apologizing for his outburst. “I’m sorry I yelled,” he said.

Kallie nodded, not altogether sure how she felt about him at the moment. “You’re acting like a brat,” she said, finally.

“I know.”

“I get that the topic of conversation upset you, but there has to be a better way to handle it than to just flip out like that.”

He nodded. “I understand if you want to go back to Red and Nicole’s,” he said.

“I wouldn’t blame you at all.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

He looked up into her eyes. “Of course not. I need you here with me, Kallie.”

“Well I don’t want to leave. So can we just play nice?”

He started to grin. “I don’t know about that. I’m not big on playing nice.”

She felt a sudden thrill as he looked her up and down with obvious hunger.

“You don’t have to play nice
all
the time,” she conceded.

Suddenly he was coming toward her and then he was on top of her on the couch, kissing her, his lips suctioned to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time.

Kallie couldn’t believe how quickly he’d shifted gears. Suddenly he was caressing her body, and his hands were greedily sliding under her t-shirt and grasping for her bare breasts.

She moaned, spreading her legs for him. She was wearing sweats and nothing beneath them and she could feel his hardness as he pressed down on her from above.

This also conjured up images from the past. It reminded her of those teenage years when boys had found a way to get her alone and their mouths had been so hungry for a taste of her, and she’d been so eager to experience all the new feelings of touching and groping and fumbling.

This felt a little bit like that, only it was sweeter but also sexier, and she was excited because Hunter did not fumble. Ever.

Hunter broke off from kissing her momentarily. “Why do you love me?” he said.

She stared up at him, into his dark, questioning eyes. “Because I can feel the way you love me, and being with you is the most fun I’ve ever had. And because I think we understand one another—maybe more than we should.”

He smiled. “I want to show you everything. I want to make you feel everything.”

Her breathing accelerated. “I like it when you show me new things.”

“You do? Even if it’s something naughty—something that you’re never supposed to do?”

“Especially if it’s naughty. I want to be bad.” She smiled, knowing that it was true, and finally giving into it. She liked being a submissive, she liked it when Hunter dominated her in bed. She wanted to do anything and everything for him, she wanted to give in so deeply that he was shocked by her submission.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling her towards him again for another long, intimate kiss. She moaned in her throat, as his hand caressed up her leg, across her inner thigh.

He put his hand beneath the elastic band of her pants and slid it down between her legs, where he began rubbing her soaking mound. She was open for his fingers already.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy with my fingers, fuck you until you come for me,” he said.

Already, she was close. Already, his fingers were slick with her juices as he thrust in and out, bringing Kallie to a frenzied, fevered state, as he did his work on her mound.

She was slick and her bare sex quivered with Hunter’s relentless, precise and aggressive penetration. His fingers were like magic, strong and fast and supple, delivering her ecstasy with artistic fervor.

“Tell me you like it,” he said.

“I—I like it,” she gasped, as he stared at her and then began deeply kissing her mouth.

He backed away, and suddenly he’d taken out his hard, thick member. “You know what to do.”

She immediately and gratefully leaned forward, taking his penis into her mouth, sucking it all the way in, until she could feel his head almost touching the back of her throat.

Kallie nearly gagged, he was so long and wide. But she didn’t care. She was submitting, and challenging herself to go further. Let him do as he would. She would take him in further than even he thought possible.

No woman will have ever given him better head than this, she thought.

“Oh, Kallie,” he said, and the slight quiver in his deep voice told her that she’d indeed brought him to knew heights of pleasure. He began moving his hips in time with her mouth, as she bobbed up and down, letting him slide quickly in and out of her mouth.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, signaling when to go deeper than before, and when to pull back.

Finally, on one stroke, he gave a strange moan and pulled out. “I’m going to come if I’m not careful,” he said. He looked at her with wide, confused eyes.

“Is something wrong?” she smiled, batting her eyelashes.

“I’ve never felt anything like that. And you’ve never done it like that, either,” he said, bewildered.

She grinned. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

His expression darkened. “You’re topping from the bottom,” he said, “and I don’t like it.”

“What? What’s that?”

“You’re trying to take control even though you’re under my control. You’re dictating the game.”

“I’m not. Maybe you just don’t like that I’m truly being submissive. Maybe it’s threatening.” She smirked at him.

He grew more intense. “You think this is submissive? Because you deep throated me?”

“I can do anything you need me to do.”

“Fine. Turn over then. On your stomach.”

She turned onto her stomach on the couch. “Like this?”

“Pull your pants down—show me your bare butt.”

Quickly, she took them down, felt the room temperature air on her bare skin. The couch was soft beneath her legs. “What now, Master?”

“Now we’ll see how submissive you truly are, Kallie. We’ll see if you’re ready to earn your stripes.”

Suddenly he was on top of her, and he was paddling her behind with his palm, creating a tingling, almost funny sensation that rippled out across her lower extremities.

“You don’t even know how deep I can make it,” he said.

Something about the way he said it made her juices flow, and a wave of heat radiated out from between her legs. She moaned as his spanking turned more sharp and bordering on painful.

Yet he seemed to know when the feeling was becoming too intense, and would back off just so slightly.

Suddenly, she heard him moving around, she couldn’t tell what exactly he was doing. “My cock is out,” he rasped. “I’m going to test you with it. I’m going to break you in the old-fashioned way, Kallie.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to have anal sex with you. And it’s going to be very big, and it might stretch you out,” he said. “I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“I know I can,” she replied.

He playfully slapped her buttocks with his penis. She could feel it against her flesh, hot and hard, insistent. It slid between her butt cheeks and poked at her anus.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re ready yet,” he told her. “Let me help you.” And then, he reached around, between her body and the couch, sliding his hand down to her wet slit. His fingers started to work between her folds, and as he did so, his cock slid back and forth along the crack of her behind.

“That feels so good,” she whispered. It did feel good. She knew he was going to do whatever he wanted to do to her. And she didn’t care. Everything Hunter did to her body thrilled her. He’d never steered her wrong yet, and she wasn’t worried that he would this time.

Besides, she wanted to prove him wrong. She wasn’t topping from the bottom or any such nonsense. She was giving in, giving up control, giving him everything he claimed that he wanted from her.

His fingers came away from her pussy slathered in juices, and Kallie’s legs shivered as he began smothering her anus with that very same juice. He even spit into her, continuing until he worked one of his fingers into her hole.

“Oh my,” she whispered, and it wasn’t from pain, either.

There was sweet, divine pressure against her, but it seemed to be pleasuring her pussy at the same exact time. His finger slid in and out of her asshole as she quivered and moaned.

“You’re very tight,” he said. “I don’t think you’re ready for me, Kallie.”

“Please. Please do it. I know I’m ready. I’ll fit you in me.”

“I can try the tip of my cock. But if you can’t accommodate me, I won’t force it.

Understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good.” He took a deep breath and then she felt him maneuvering his hard, pulsating shaft so that he was angled to plunge into her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he started inserting his cock into her anus.

Kallie moaned and arched her back. “Yes,” she told him. “More. Please.”

“You’re tight,” he whispered, and she could feel him shaking with excitement and pleasure.

He used the palm of one hand to spread her buttocks so that he had more space to fit, and slowly he was entering her. Centimeter by centimeter, he was sliding inside her.