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Authors: Chance Carter

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I closed my eyes, trying to focus on every nerve firing at once when suddenly, I felt a sharp pain between my thighs and heard a primal roar from above me. Hunter had pushed himself inside me and it was unlike anything I had felt before. He sunk down on top of me and buried his entire cock between my legs. I was opened up wider than I had ever been and both pain and pleasure shot through my whole body. I could feel a heaviness in my core and when he pulled himself out, I felt the air rush back to my lungs.

When he plunged himself in again I felt my eyes go wide and I dug my nails into his back, holding on to the moment and bracing for all the feeling it brought. My mouth was open, but there was no sound. I had never experienced this before. The sheer weight of him pushing himself into me and the release when he pulled away caused my body to convulse with his every move. Every thrust in sent a shockwave of feeling through me, starting between my legs and shooting out to every inch of my body.

Every thrust got harder.

Every thrust got faster.

He was going deeper inside me each time, hitting a new spot, sending me to a new height of pleasure, driving me to sensations I had never known existed. I closed my eyes harder, trying to feel everything even more intensely, and I started to feel the top of my head hitting the wall that had been feet away moments ago. I opened my eyes to see Hunter’s hard, muscular body being thrown into me with its full force. He had one hand wrapped in my hair, pinning my head down, and the other was now propped against the wall to keep him from driving me through it.

His hair hung down in sweaty strands over his face and he groaned with every pump of his cock. I could feel myself tightening even more around him and as I did, he only thrust harder into me. He flipped his head back, taking the hair out of his face, and our eyes met. As he drove faster and harder, he looked into me ever more deeply. There was a tension building inside of me and I could feel myself getting wetter and tighter around him. He took his arm from the wall and lowered his body into me. I could barely handle the pressure and bit down on his shoulder as he made his movement slower. With every stroke, he rubbed his hard body against mine and went deeper inside me, sending my body and mind to places it had never imagined. I could feel myself going over the edge. I was closer and closer every second.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the pleasure, I needed it all to be released. As I stared up into his raging blue eyes I managed to squeeze out one word between gasping for breath.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.”

Hunter stared down at me and made his thrusts harder and deeper. He wasn’t ready to let me go yet.

“Please, Hunter” I begged.

He was gritting his teeth and roared louder every time he pushed himself into me.

“Please, Hunter, please, now.” I was at his complete mercy.

He stared deep into me and finally spoke.

“Come. Fucking come for me, Kelly.”

With one final push of his heavy cock, he roared, filling the entire kitchen with his terrible sound. I could feel him fill me with everything he had been holding inside. It was as if he’d been dying to pour himself into me since the moment we’d met. At last, we were both free.

I felt my whole inside flip and somersault, like I was being emptied of every sensation he had built up with every touch of his hand, flick of his tongue, and stroke of his cock. The pain, the pleasure, it all poured out of me and I felt weightless.

I came.

I came again and again, and with each pulse inside me a new wave of ecstasy rushed over my entire body. I struggled to hold Hunter close and wrapped my legs tight around his back as he pushed his body deep inside me. I felt him throbbing as he emptied all of himself into me. All his power was shooting through him and into me. I could feel myself screaming, but all I heard was him granting me permission to do so. He had let me go. He had allowed me to be released from this moment, but at the same time, I knew now more than ever that I was his.

Chapter 11

Hunter

F
UCK.
I COULDN’T THINK OF ANY
other word as I lay inside Kelly on her kitchen floor. I could hear her breathing in my ear and could smell the sweet juices she had poured out when she came. We were slick against each other, between the sweat and what her orgasm had let out of her. I eased myself into her as deep as I could go, getting every last drop of come out of my cock, listening to her let out one final gasp as our bodies pressed together. She gripped my back tightly and strangled my cock with her pussy before I pulled out of her, lifted my head up, and looked down.

She was so goddamn beautiful.

Strands of sandy blonde hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her green eyes sparkled from the earth shattering orgasm I had just given her. Her wet tongue moved in and out over her luscious lips, wetting them as she tried to catch her breath. I had never seen someone look so fucking gorgeous, so lost yet so completely happy with where they were.

I wanted her again.

I wanted to move my mouth down to her thighs and lick up every ounce of the sweet nectar that covered her pussy. I had just shot everything I had into her delicate body and yet I could feel myself getting hard for her again, ready to take her back to where we both had just been. She gazed up at me wearily, a soft smile spreading across her face, gently moaning, and running her hands across my chest. She was completely satisfied and so was I, but we both wanted more. I’d had some stellar fucks in my time, but I’d never felt a pussy like that. She was so tight, almost like a virgin, but took me in like she had been waiting for my cock her whole life.

I gave her everything I had and she took it all. Shit, she even looked like she wanted it all again and more, and I knew I could give it to her. I wanted to. She had never felt anything like me before and I could feel her being drawn into me. She was mine. Mine to do what I pleased with. The way she was looking up at me, I knew I was in big fucking trouble. She just didn’t understand the trouble she was in yet.

So much for laying low, asshole. In a few hours you managed to put yourself on the radar of the entire town, the law, and now this fucking chick is looking at you like her Lord and Savior. Real fucking smart, Hunter.

Real. Fucking. Smart.

I had to get the fuck out of there. Quick.

I pushed myself up and got to my knees. As I looked down at her, I could see her chest moving up and down. Her round, soft breasts were heaving inside her top and looked like they were about to pop out at any second.

I bet those nipples don’t get that hard very often, do they darling?

Her skirt was hiked up above her bare midriff and her pussy looked like it was breathing between her wet, still quivering legs. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and it took all my strength to stand up and not ravage her again.

You’re leaving, pal. You’re leaving right fucking now.

I got to my feet and picked up my coveralls, sliding my legs back into them, one at a time.

Where the fuck were my boots?

I didn’t even remember taking them off, but soon found them scattered across the kitchen like they had been thrown from my body, one under the table and one by the kitchen door. I slid my feet into them and walked back to where my tank top was lying in a filthy ball in the center of the room. I reached down and grabbed it. Then I heard her voice.

“Hunter?” she said softly.

I looked over as she was sliding herself up to rest against the wall. She pushed the sweaty strands of her hair away from her face and stared up at me. She looked confused, both as to what the hell just happened, and where I was off to in such a hurry.

“Hunter, where are you going?” she said, with a pained and baffled tone to her voice.

“Shit, I’ve got to roll, sweetheart. You know how it is.”

“But …”

“I’ve got things to do. There’s a cabin I need to check out. I’ve got to get my shit together.”

Was it still morning or afternoon? What fucking time was it? I had no idea, but it was time to get the fuck out of there.

“I just thought,” she trailed off and didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew what she was thinking.

She was thinking I was some good guy who just happened to fuck like a damn beast, that I was going to lie there and cradle her back to life after I nearly split her in half, hold her softly, kiss her deeply, whisper sweet-fucking-nothings in her ears.

Sorry to burst that fucking bubble, baby. That’s not who I am. That’s not who you brought home and now you fucking know it.

I pulled my shirt over my head and brushed the hair out of my eyes. She was sitting against the wall now and had pulled her skirt back down, covering herself up and pressing her legs together. She had her arms crossed and was looking away from me.

She looked broken.

Beautiful and broken, like she couldn’t bear to look at the animal standing in front of her who was about to walk out the door after he had just had his way with her. She was disgusted by me, by what we had just done. She had never felt something like that and there was a reason. She was a good little girl. Good girls don’t fuck like we just did and good girls didn’t know what to do with someone like me. They couldn’t do anything but fall prey to whatever the fuck I wanted.

I walked back to the table by the window, picked up my bottle of beer, and drained it down. It was piss warm, but it tasted good mixed with what was left of Kelly’s pussy on my tongue and lips. I put the empty bottle down on the ring of water it had left and slowly made my way to the kitchen door.

Keep going, motherfucker. Don’t stop. Don’t look back and don’t stop.

I stopped. Just before the door. I stopped and I looked back.

You fucking dipshit, keep moving.

She was sitting there, arms crossed and sniffling.

You fucking did it now, pal. She knows who you are, what you’re capable of. You feel fucking good?

I didn’t feel good. I didn’t feel bad either. I felt nothing. I was good at that and had been practicing it all my life. People get close and then one hurts the other. No fairy tale, no bullshit.
Reality
. I knew it and Kelly was learning it.

“Listen, sweetheart, we’ll see each other around. This town has like four fucking people in it and I still haven’t had Grace’s famous breakfast. Maybe I’ll pop back sometime and try it out.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” she said, wiping her cheeks. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Probably both. “I guess I’ll see you.”

“Yeah.”

You silver tongued son-of-a-bitch. No wonder the ladies fall for you and your wonder cock. You’re a complete asshole, Hunter, and you know it.

I walked through the kitchen door, down the hall, and out of her life.

Maybe it’s time to hit the fucking road, Hunter. Destroying one diner and one pretty little waitress seems like about as much as this town can handle. They weren’t ready for you, and you showed them who you were. Time to move on.

As I rounded the corner down the street, I could feel eyes on me even though I didn’t see anyone. I was like an animal in a cage to this town, but I was breaking out soon enough. I just kept walking past the auto shop. Denny wasn’t there. I knew he wouldn’t be. That shit at the diner was enough of a reason for the town to shut down for the day.

I lit up a smoke and felt the burn in the back of my throat. All I could think about was getting my hands around that bottle of Jack on my bedside table and pouring it over this fucking feeling in my gut until it disappeared. All I could think about was getting the fuck out of this place.

All I could think about, was Kelly.

Chapter 12

Kelly

Y
OU STUPID, STUPID GIRL.
You stupid, idiot girl. What did you expect?

As I sat there, leaning against the wall, still wet from sweat and sex, I could feel tears streaming down my face. I felt completely exposed and totally vulnerable. In disbelief, but at the same time fully aware that this was exactly what was always going to happen. He wasn’t special, he wasn’t different. He was just another pig looking to get his. Maybe he was something worse. Or better. I didn’t know. I was left there wondering more than ever, who and what Hunter was, and what exactly it was that he wanted with me.

Why did I always screw up with men? Why was I so stupid?

All I wanted was what every girl wants. I wanted what Elle had gotten with Forrester when he’d appeared in the diner. I’d wanted someone to come into my life who would care about me, who would commit to me, who would step up to the plate and give me the love I so desperately knew I deserved.

Why was that so impossibly beyond my reach?

I stood up and felt all the blood rush to my head. I stumbled and caught myself on the fridge, leaning against it’s cold, hard surface with my hands and face. My fingertips told my brain it was Hunter’s chest and I beat my fist against it as I wept. It didn’t budge, and instead sent pain firing through my wrist and up my arm. It hurt, but that was better than the aching in my heart and the sickness in my stomach.

As I walked to the sink, I felt a sharp pain in my core, every step reminding me of where Hunter had stretched me open. It hurt from what he’d done to me, but it hurt even more now that he was gone. It was the only proof I had that he’d been there at all, and that it hadn’t all been in my imagination. It showed me it was real, that what he’d done was real, and most of all, that
he
was real. I picked up my underwear off the floor and slipped them back on. I didn’t want to be exposed anymore. I wanted to cover myself up and forget everything that had just happened. The diner, the beating, the feelings I had for him, and most of all, him being inside my house and me.

I moved back toward the sink and let the water run over the dishes. I had to keep moving. I wanted to keep weeping, I needed that release, but I had to keep moving. Anything to distract my mind.

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