Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (13 page)

“That’s horrible,” Jessica whispered, a genuine concern in her inflection.

“It wasn’t so bad,” I lied.

“Points for trying,” she teased, “but nobody comes out from an absence of something totally alright.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment, just tightened my embrace of this beautiful goddess of a woman. “Yeah,” I felt the burn rise like a slow smoke through my throat, “I guess not.”

There was a noise, some shuffling type sound directly below us. Jessica immediately noticed it and looked down at the floor, and then her gaze slid over to me, “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked, trying to steer her away from the noise. No need for her to know about him.

“You seriously didn’t…” she looked back down and her face scrunched up all cute like. “Never mind, I guess. Must be losing it,” she laughed lightly to herself, “first missing milk, now noises. What happened with the kid?”

I sucked in a breath. “He broke his leg one day when we were out playing like a bunch of fools in the woods. Nasty shit. Bone all jutting out of his person and such, slick with red but you can still make out the white – his screams terrified me back then. Still do, when I think back on them. He was just wailing and wailing, begging to me to help, crying the same thing over and over: My leg, my leg! Oh God. And of course, he cursed plenty too.” I took a breath, trying to banish the bloody image of Tim’s shinbone sticking out like it had.

“They gave him meds, treated him right in the hospital – but you know, just because you fix something doesn’t mean that you didn’t break something else in the process. He wasn’t the same after that, Jess. He loved our walks; loved being with his dog, loved beating feet on the phone at night with his girlfriend at the time.” A cold shudder ran through me, and I felt a pinching sensation just behind my eyes.

Jessica brought her hand to my face, stroking my cheek with that lovely hand.

It hurt my throat to talk for some reason, like there was bits of glass that I couldn’t get out. “He became real depressed. Bedridden and broken, lost this huge part of himself – he wouldn’t believe me when I told him I still wanted to hang, wouldn’t take my calls when I rang and only saw me when I walked the three miles to see him, because I’d go to his house and damn well barge in there.” I pulled in some air through my nose, catching the scent of angels – my nose flaring, the taste of cinnamon and her natural beauty filling my lungs. “He started doing powder. His pupils were out of this world and he talked faster than he’d ever did since I knew the kid.”

She knew what was coming next.

“Well,” I said, “I warned him. I did the dance that anybody would do, for the people that we love. I tried; or at least, I convinced myself that I did. Begged him to quit, damn near got on my knees and hung my head and cried to the point of snot leaking from my nose.” The bar seemed colder, “the dealer he was getting his high from got greedy,” rivulets of anger flowed through me, and I smiled and I shook my head. “That’s all,” I said, “it wasn’t that this guy needed the money. Not that his supplier was threatening his life. Just greed, pure and simple. Tired that he didn’t have enough and life, tired of being poor,” I bobbed my head and tried to swallow away the lumps. “Cut it up with rat poisoning,” the air cracked with a fury as my fingers snapped together, “dead. Gone. Just like that.”

For a spell of time, Jessica didn’t say anything. I just watched her chest rise and fall. Like she was afraid to breathe the same air as me, that the pain which ate at me might swallow her whole. “I’m really sorry…”

Attempting to blink the heat and the sting from my eyes away, I mumbled to her my thanks. “Nobody should have to die because of a few greedy men. Life does enough bad.”

Jessica got up and crawled into my lap, her arms snaking around my back and her head sinking into my neck. Her hair, red and entrancing as the ember of hades, cascaded against my chest – and she squeezed, squeezed so tight that it felt like everything might be alright. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

“I know,” I replied in a low tone, “I know but my heart can’t help but think that it is.” I brought my hand to her shoulder and pushed her back a few inches, so that I could have her look up at me, so that I could see those lips that called out to me in our silence.

I’d denied myself the night before. That wasn’t like me. It was never like me to feel like
this
. Promised myself that I’d take it slow, that I should be careful ‘cause I’m nothing but bad news.

But her lips spoke heavenly lyrics to the ears of my heart.

Her eyes held sonnets and her hair glimmered and even her skin was something pure, something untouchable. Our breath’s and our heart’s came together in unison, and a consuming heat blossomed throughout my body. I drank in the beauty of her emerald eyes as our hands carefully found one another. As they entwined in perfect harmony.

I leaned in as fast as my frantic heart would allow, every fiber of my being singing with beautiful electricity as Jessica slowly met my approach.

When we came together, when our lips first brushed, it was like every mistake I’d ever made in this hellish life had served as a painful stepping stone to this one crystal moment. Our lips touched and she tasted divine, the softness of her was sweet as summer and wondrous as winter.

Our mouths crashed together like water, I the sea, and she the shore. The dulcet tones of her approving noises rolled from her chest, and my hand moved up to her cheek – stroking it before moving onward to the back of her head, feeling through the silk of her fiery hair and pressing into her scalp. I wanted to hold her tightly against me for as long as I could, wanted to memorize her taste forever.

After a moment, we pulled apart and our bright smiles mirrored one another. But the heat between us was real, and the desire stirring inside of me couldn’t be ignored. I was starving for her like an animal, like a lion that’d had the taste of its kill – stopping wasn’t an option. I needed to feel her, needed to consume all that she was and tell her that it’d all be alright, that I’d keep her safe and good and well.

Her chest rose in a breath, “I’ve never…”

“Never what?” I susurrated, fingers of heat raking against my chest.

“I just, I’ve never felt like this before,” she confessed in a sultry whisper, our faces coming close together again, “I’ve never had a kiss move me like that.”

I wanted to confess that I felt the same, that I’d never expected to be struck by lightning in my life – there was nothing as exhilarating as kissing her. Instead, I smashed my lips against hers and let our tongues come together in their own private symphony of desire.

The night came alive with the music of our lust, each hard and fast breath a note – each smacking of our lips and sucking a chorus to my ears. I brought my hands to her lithe little waist and maneuvered myself to my feet, bringing her upwards with me. I pressed my feet forward and pushed Jessica along, knocking over the bottle of Jack Daniels, a few drops of the near empty bottle spilling to the ground. Her ass bumped against the long wooden counter of the bar.

She let out sweet little moans of approval.

I pulled on the length of her sunset hair, making her suck in a pained breath as I exposed her gorgeous neck. To me, her skin was delicate as porcelain and it held a private glimmer that only mine eyes could glimpse; like a shimmering moon rippling against midnight blue. “You taste like the sweetest wine,” I panted in confession, my lips brushing along the first few inches of her revealed chest – the tantalizing absence of what lay beyond only caressing me onward.

“Then drink me,” Jessica whispered, her voice thick with lust and wrought with white-hot need.

“I’ll become drunk with you,” I said, pressing my lips against her neck and devouring all that she was, relishing every ounce of her being. “Dine on your body,” I groaned, “drink you long and deep between your thighs.” I felt her body quiver and my hand found its way to her ass, squeezing her perfectly tight rump.

“Hunter,” she called out breathy.

I ran my lips along her chin and her jaw, arrows of need shooting through my chest – the scarlet rod of yearning impaling me with absolute ease. Our mouths crashed against one another again, bodies melting into one another – heartbeats synchronizing without having to try. “Upstairs,” I snarled, frightening myself with how badly I wanted this girl.

“Upstairs?” She seemed to still have the lucidity to ask through our mortal entanglement.

“I rent the upstairs room from Brad.”

Jessica hopped up to me and coiled her legs around me, just above my ass. She held on to me tightly and looked at me with those enchanting eyes and our lips came together in a flurry of affection. I moved us along from the bar, in a series of stumbles, my boots thumping against the wooden floor. Stopping at the mouth of the staircase, I readjusted Jessica in my grip and loosed some guttural sound from my chest with every step upwards.

***

I threw a giggling Jessica down onto my bed, her cute figure landing against the green of my duvet – the darker green blanket just touching her feet at the end of the bed. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side, crawling onto the bed and over to her, rivulets of warmth skittering across my flesh – each beat of my heart thundering against my chest.

She threw her hands around my neck and pulled me in as I crashed against her, our teeth and tongue and mouths meeting together in a passionate flurry; I could feel her nails digging hard into my skin, raking against me – as though she wanted to mark me as her own.

It got my cock fucking rock hard.

I slid my hands beneath her top, letting my fingers explore the smoothness of her pale skin. Moving up to her bra and pressing against it, pressing against her glorious double D breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I kissed her lips, feeling her hand pine for the bulge in my denim pants.

“I need it,” she mewled, her eyes glazed over with lust, “I want you inside of me, Hunter.”

“Don’t know if you can handle me, baby,” I half teased, lifting off her top and casting it aside – my eyes raking over the brilliant canvas that was her body. Smooth valleys and perfect skin, powerful dips and just the right point to the bones of her wide hips – she had an hourglass figure that most men would go to war for.

She was my Helen of Troy. And I’d lay my heart on the line for her in a heartbeat.

“I’ve known bigger dicks than you,” Jessica crooned, her hands flicking off the button of my pants and unzipping my fly. She quickly shimmied the jeans off of my person, the denim struggling to move past the hard muscles of my legs. They eventually succumbed to her persistence.

“Holy shit,” she more mouthed than said aloud. She’d seen me flaccid, but now I was
hard
.

“Yeah,” I simply acknowledged.

Jessica’s eyes darted between me and the passion she’d stirred between my legs. She bit down on her lip and her hand worked at the outline of my shaft, wanting to know and feel every last inch of me. Jess brought her fingers to the top of my boxer-briefs, peeling them off of me methodically.

Those beautiful eyes rounded to the size of quarters and a hitched breath escaped her when she revealed my cock.

She cursed beneath her breath and shifted on her knees, the bed grumbling in protest. I could feel the heat and tightness right in the core of my balls, at how badly I needed to take her pussy; but my chest expanded outward in a breath and I let the girl take her time with me. She moved her head in closer to the thickness of my sex, bringing herself down to my balls and letting her warm breath whisper against me – her eyes never left mine.

“Hurry and get yourself adjusted,” I warned her, “because before long, I’ll lose my patience. It’s taking every ounce of strength right now, to not rip what remains on you and get nose deep in that fucking pussy.”

A huge grin spread on her lips and some guttural noise rolled from her chest. She was clearly pleased, and I felt a finger press at my heart. Jessica moved her lips to my balls and opened her mouth wide, taking one of me in and rolling her tongue against me – moaning as she sucked, her hands rising up my calves.

God damn, a brain
and
a mouth to go with it? What didn’t this woman have. I tilted my head back and micro-shudders played me like a fiddle.

She moved to the other ball and paid attention to it as well, removing herself after a moment and then running her tongue along my sac – shaking her head from one side to the other rapidly and loosing sultry noises. Jessica took my balls in her mouth one more time and, from what I could manage to make out, said: “Fuck me, please.”

A hard breath left my mouth, and she released herself from me – trails of saliva bridging themselves between her mouth and my crotch. She moved herself up to the root of my shaft, gliding her heavenly fucking tongue all over it playfully – each sensation driving my body wild with pleasure; hell I could feel my toes beggin’ to curl. I brought my hand to the back of her head and made a fist of her hair, forcing her upwards and onto the head of my cock.

Her warm inviting lips wrapped tightly around me, the ambrosial dampness of her mouth – so slick and intoxicating – greeted me. She moved down a couple of inches, and I pressed her onward, giving her ample encouragement.

Jessica’s head plunged, with the help of my hand, to the base of my cock, taking all of me inside of her – going back into her throat. She immediately unsheathed herself from me and pulled back, those lewd, clear ropes dangling from her plump pink lips. She coughed and pressed the back of her hand against her lips, wiping away some of the spit. “Sorry,” she offered, “I’m, I’m not used to – my last,” there was a strange hesitation to her then, “the guy I was with before you. He didn’t uh.”